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Strange... what happened? I keep an eye on this thread (don't have notifications set up) but certainly didn't find any new posts recently. Just read ch 82 from the link you've posted, but why would long-standing story threads have recent updates disappear?
Great story, and quite a twist in your last update. I'll bookmark the new link to keep an eye for new chapters.
Great story, and quite a twist in your last update. I'll bookmark the new link to keep an eye for new chapters.
Chapter eighty-two
© 2011-2015 Sheep. All rights reserved. Copyright protected. It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain
Previously:
“Are you ignoring Jesse?” he whispered.
“Was I that obvious?” I chuckled.
“Now about that shower ....” James added.
“Glad you remembered.”
I was downloading all the photos to my laptop when Jesse poked his head in the door.
“Do we have to listen to that crap?” he glowered.
“Not at all. You’re welcome to find something else, mate,” I said, while attempting to give him a lateral hug which he avoided.
“Dinner in about 10 minutes,” Vlad said.
Jesse took the steaks from the fridge to the side porch and started the grill while Vlad had rice and veggies cooking. I found the brandy for Vlad’s saganaki and gave it to him, then took my laptop to the screen room to be as far from Jesse as possible. James came out and put his arm around me. We had a conversation without words which was understood perfectly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
James wanted to be sure I knew what was happening to my feelings for Jesse. It was from his heart. He didn’t want me to get hurt, especially knowing my background.
“Scott, I’ll be blunt. I know you love him but I think he is becoming delusional. He has physically hurt you more than once and from what I’ve read and seen on television, it doesn’t get better. He’s a big guy with a side to him we are just starting to see. You can tell me to shut my pie-hole if you don’t agree, but I think he is like a reactor approaching melt-down. I’ve exchanged glances with Vlad, Danny and Robb. I see the fear in their eyes like I feel in my heart. Trust me, I’m not trying to break you guys up, but wanted to have a conversation with you to convey our fears. If you don’t see it the way we see it, you might be right and we might be wrong. You know, no matter what, we will try to protect you if he totally crosses the line, but we’re afraid we might not be around when, and not if, that happens,” James said.
“Dude, I appreciate your honesty. Maybe it’s my fault for falling in love with his ass. I’ve been worried since I tried to confirm his address. It doesn’t exist. There is no listing for his dad’s business anywhere in Queensland. At this point, I don’t know who he is other than he is enrolled at U of T. He pays rent and everything with cash. Maybe there is a logical answer to these questions. What did I get myself into and where do I go from here?” I asked.
“I read an article about the change in normal or acceptable sexual relationships. It seems that our generation is rejecting the idea of marriage, one man and one woman and all that crap because it no longer works. If you owned a factory making widgets which were guaranteed to last a lifetime but 50% of them failed within seven years, you would engineer a better product. With relationships the result is called “non-monogamy” for many people. In our case it’s polyamory. Everyone’s needs are different. When you took it up a notch with Jesse you hoped for a special relationship with him but within our group. You expected some problems but not to the extent you have now. Call it what you will, but apparently commitment -- both sexual and emotional -- is key to any successful relationship. Personally, I was happy with you and Robb, but then that was my first time. I was naive. Tell me Scott, how would you feel if Jesse left you right now?”
“Relieved. I don’t want to hurt his feelings but I can’t take much more of this. I’m frightened. Give me a hug, James,” I pleaded.
James left the chair he was sitting on backwards, leaning forward with his arms resting on top if the chair back, and sat beside me on the daybed. He wrapped his beautifully muscled tanned arms with the pale blond hair around me and I felt safe and secure. We kissed. The burden lightened.
“I figured you guys would be sneaking around behind my back to have sex. Ya know what? I don’t give a shit. I’ll find another place to live. You know how to kick a guy when he is down in his luck. Get the fuck into the cottage. The steaks are done and we are waiting while Vlaa-ad fiddles and farts around with some Greek cheese,” Jesse said.
He turned on his heal and headed for the dining area and sat at the end of the table closest to the kitchen after filling a tumbler with Crown Royal.
“Can somebody get the garlic toast out of the oven, put it in the basket and take it to the table and dim the lights way down?” Vlad asked frantically.
I did it all myself and opened a bottle of red wine, served it, and was heading to the radio to put something other than the
Hip-Hop crap that Jesse tuned in. Vlad asked me if I knew where the measuring cup was so I told him.
“When I put this down on the table, everyone shout “Opa.”
He brought the saganaki in an iron frying pan obviously heading to the center of the table just as Jesse, with a pulsing left carotid artery on his neck moved his left leg from under the table to a position directly in front of Vlad’s line of travel, tripping him and causing him to lose his balance.
Unfortunately, timing couldn’t be worse. It happened at the exact time Vlad poured a cup of heated brandy on the saganaki, which burst into flames. Some of us yelled “Opa.” Jesse headed for the kitchen door after trying to extinguish the flames with his glass of Rye, sending the flaming brandy across the table to the matchwood window blinds covering the dining room window, which explosively burst into a fireball, which then fell on the carpeting, igniting it. I grabbed the fire extinguisher only to find it was inoperative. Everything appeared to be happening in slow motion. In spite of the burns to his hands Vlad, attempted to fill a bucket of water in the kitchen. A watched pot never boils and a watched water bucket never fills. Ryan made it to the kitchen. I shouted for him to take the muffins from the fridge outside and get the grill as far away as possible.
“I don’t want a propane tank blowing up.”
The rest of us were in the living room with the fire advancing rapidly along the new carpet finally making it to the large front window with the highly combustible matchwood blinds which ignited the sofa.
“Ryan, try to bring the garden hose up the side stairs,” I yelled.
The cottage was filling up with black acrid smoke.
“Stay low to the floor. Robb, open the front door to vent the smoke and gasses. Everyone out now!”
I remembered something in the bedroom and went for it after stopping at the bathroom to get a wet face cloth. As I was about to leave, there was a series of small explosions. I lay on the floor with a big flashlight, breathing through the towel. Somebody was calling my name. The voice got closer. Was it Jesse coming to rescue me?
“Come with me. I’m here to save you. Grasp my wrists. Here is a wet towel to cover you.”
Slowly but deliberately the fireman dragged me to the screen room, and then to the deck. I was coughing badly but I was alive.
“Sir, I had to get this. It means so much to me,” I said as I opened my fist.
“Scott, we could have died in there. I came in alone because I had that heavy wool coat. Wool doesn’t burn or support combustion. I wondered if I was going to make it,” he said.
“How did you get here so fast?” I asked, trying to figure out the logistics.
“Scott, It’s me, Vlad! I figured I owed you one, not that we’re keeping score,” he said.
“Can I get some help getting Scott down to the dock?” Vlad shouted in a commanding voice.
James, Ryan, and Robb ran up the stairs and carried me down to the boat. I was still trying to parse the events. Vlad sat beside me, checked me over for damage, and other than coughing up some black stuff with blood in it, I looked okay. The cottage was fully involved, with the flames shooting out the windows. I was glad now at the amount of rain the previous two nights. Hopefully it wouldn’t start a forest fire. The heat even on the dock was tremendous. With a shower of sparks, the roof fell into the building.
“Jesse didn’t offer to help get me out of there?”
“He said he was afraid of fire. Promise me one thing Scott. Don’t ever put your life or anyone’s in peril over a sentimental item. Next time I go to Europe, I’ll bring you the most beautiful chain. I will design it and have it custom made. While I’m at it I’ll get matching ones for Ryan and me,” he said.
“I want to thank the fireman. I had a dream about him while we were in Ottawa. He even said, “Come with me. I’m here to save you -- the exact same words.”
“You told me about that dream. It’s all I could think of when I was crawling in to try to find you. Now if you are hungry we have some nice flame broiled porterhouse steaks waiting to be eaten. Apologies for the lack of cutlery.”
“I think we need to get everything and everybody into the boats. The roof on the bunkie is smoking and there are two gas tanks in there. If it goes, we could get hurt,” James said, as he handed me my laptop bag.
Vlad ventilated the engine and started it up.
--
The impact of our family cottage being reduced to ashes in 15 minutes was ineffable. That was another constant in my life, now gone forever. I wanted to get the guest log but the chain took priority.
“James, will they be sending water bombers?”
“No they can’t fly in at night to pick up water because of the overhead electrical wires going from island to island. They will send one at first light to check it out.”
When we got 100 meters from shore, there was a deafening boom as one of the gas tanks sailed high in the air looking like a comet, with a large flame shooting from it. While it returned to earth, the other one ruptured and the bunkie burst into flames. The evening reminded me of the film about the sinking of the Titanic. The water was perfectly still, the sky was clear, full of stars, and we had quite a fireworks display. We chewed away on our steaks as we slowly motored in the direction of the marina.
We met a boat coming towards us -- we slowed down, discovering it to be Danny.
“Dad’s working me like a slave. I thought I would spend some time with you guys if that’s okay. Why are you out in the boats eating steaks with your fingers? I thought you had more class than that?”
I pointed at the glowing embers in the distance.
“We don’t have a choice in the matter Danny. Everything is gone,” Vlad said.
“Is everybody okay?”
“Pretty much,” I said, following up with a coughing spell.
“You need to get that checked out right away,” Danny said.
Danny joined the flotilla to the marina and helped load the Expedition and Ryan’s SUV. My mind had time to sort through the bizarre happenings of the evening while I quietly sobbed thinking of all the memories. Somehow, my brain wanted me to believe I had been rescued by a fireman, but Vlad said that he rescued me. How could Vlad get me out of there alone? He’s thin with little muscle mass. I reached in my pocket and retrieved the gold chain and got Vlad to put it on my neck, then I cried some more.
Danny would come back to the city with James, who insisted I get checked out at the hospital on the way home. We kissed. James told me I tasted like a burning cottage and I started laughing and coughing.
Ryan opened the box of carrot cake muffins asking if anyone wanted dessert courtesy of Aaron. We all had one except Jesse who was maintaining a low profile. I shook with rage when I as much as looked at him. What he did was no accident but I didn’t assume for a moment that he intentionally burned my cottage to the ground. It was misdirected hate for Vlad. The dessert was wonderful but made me realize how much I missed the twins after only three days.
Robb drove and Vlad cuddled with me in the back seat. Brad and Jesse travelled with Ryan.
Apparently, James phoned the hospital to give them a heads up. After we got through triage, Vlad wheeled me out of the way and kissed me.
“We will stick around until we know what’s happening, baby,” Vlad said.
He pushed me into the emergency department and were met by Dr. Weingart.
“He seems to be okay. We just wanted to hear it from you, Doctor,” Vlad said.
“He is lucky he got out. There are so many lethal gasses in a home fire,” he said as he listened to my lungs and had me taken right away to x-ray.
“The x-rays will tell me more. Best case scenario, we will put him on oxygen for awhile. Worst case, he gets an air ambulance ride to Toronto. There is always the possibility of a collapsed lung. Has he coughed up any blood?”
“Yes, he was doing that earlier but hasn’t done that in the car. Perhaps he didn’t want to make a mess. We start swim team practices on Tuesday. When will he be ready for that?” Vlad asked.
“Could be months -- less if everything works out well. How did the twins make out after the drowning?”
“They’re pretty resilient. Scott is the executor for Caul Collins’ estate. The twins will eventually get everything after they complete college,” he said.
Scott was wheeled back to emerg on a stretcher.
“I want you to see this.”
The doctor pointed out two areas on one lung. “This is an accumulation of smoke but this one might indicate a partially collapsed lung, which is serious. I’ve put him on oxygen but want to transfer him to Sunnybrook in Toronto. If it collapses they are much better equipped to re-inflate it. We can do a chest tube but it leaves lots of scars. They can also do suction on the pneumothorax. Are you okay with Air Ambulance, Mr. Williams?” the doctor asked.
“Hey, a helicopter ride was on my bucket list, so yeah,” I said, pulling the mask off my face to talk.
“I’ll make the arrangements. I’ll be right back.” Dr. Weingart said as he replaced the mask.
I clutched Vlad’s hand for a moment then placed it on my gold chain. Vlad understood and unclasped it. “I’ll get it cleaned for you, angel,” he said.
“I’m still wondering why you asked for a measuring cup.”
“For the cup of brandy on the saganaki,” Vlad said.
“It calls for a shot glass full -- an ounce.”
“Oh no! Scott, don’t worry about replacing the cottage. Whatever the insurance won’t cover, I will,” Vlad said.
“Don’t kick yourself. It was an accident on your part. You couldn’t help what you did when Jesse tripped you. Dad got new coverage last year on the insistence of the insurance company. The premiums went up but there is 100% replacement coverage for the buildings and it’s indexed for inflation. The contents are insured for up to 150% of the cost of the building. If they settle based on square footage, perhaps I can put that money toward the boathouse. What alarmed me the most was the way the fire spread on the carpet. I thought there was a fire rating on that stuff. They only had it installed last year to warm up the floor,” I said.
“I don’t know if anyone picked up your camera. Is it very important?” Vlad asked.
“Not really. It was my old camera. I kept it for a spare after replacing it a couple of weeks ago. Canon has come out with three new 50 megapixel full frame cameras. One is the 5D Mk IV which shoots 12 frames a second and also shoots 4K video. I should get one of those and a couple of really good lenses,” I said.
A nurse cleaned me up, washed my face and got me to swish some mouthwash around while she instilled drops in my eyes.
“Mr. Williams, are you ready to knock another item off your bucket list?” Dr. Weingart asked, as he gave me a shot to relax me. His light hearted manner made me feel less anxious.
“Give me a minute with my partner, Doctor,” I said, as I looked at Vlad with my arms outstretched.
Vlad knew what to do, filling the space between the two of them with his body, returning the hug and adding a kiss on my dirty neck.
“You are in charge. Here is my wallet. Make sure the organ is delivered on Friday. My credit card is in there. Can you call James and tell him where I’m going and have Ryan get Jesse’s contact information because there will be a police or fire marshal’s investigation. Also don’t let him leave with the laptop or leave the country. He can transfer his files back to the laptop he brought from home. Give my love to the guys,” I said, as I gave Vlad’s hand one last squeeze, noticing tears forming in his eyes.
I was wheeled out to the helipad but don’t remember much after that other than the noise. The oxygen sensor kept beeping and the paramedic kept coaching me to breathe deeper. They adjusted the oxygen which helped me breathe. I asked the paramedic if they could do anything about the searing pain but they could not. At least I kept a brave face while I was with Vlad just like he always did with me.
to be continued ...
© 2011-2015 Sheep. All rights reserved. Copyright protected. It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain
Previously:
“Are you ignoring Jesse?” he whispered.
“Was I that obvious?” I chuckled.
“Now about that shower ....” James added.
“Glad you remembered.”
I was downloading all the photos to my laptop when Jesse poked his head in the door.
“Do we have to listen to that crap?” he glowered.
“Not at all. You’re welcome to find something else, mate,” I said, while attempting to give him a lateral hug which he avoided.
“Dinner in about 10 minutes,” Vlad said.
Jesse took the steaks from the fridge to the side porch and started the grill while Vlad had rice and veggies cooking. I found the brandy for Vlad’s saganaki and gave it to him, then took my laptop to the screen room to be as far from Jesse as possible. James came out and put his arm around me. We had a conversation without words which was understood perfectly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
James wanted to be sure I knew what was happening to my feelings for Jesse. It was from his heart. He didn’t want me to get hurt, especially knowing my background.
“Scott, I’ll be blunt. I know you love him but I think he is becoming delusional. He has physically hurt you more than once and from what I’ve read and seen on television, it doesn’t get better. He’s a big guy with a side to him we are just starting to see. You can tell me to shut my pie-hole if you don’t agree, but I think he is like a reactor approaching melt-down. I’ve exchanged glances with Vlad, Danny and Robb. I see the fear in their eyes like I feel in my heart. Trust me, I’m not trying to break you guys up, but wanted to have a conversation with you to convey our fears. If you don’t see it the way we see it, you might be right and we might be wrong. You know, no matter what, we will try to protect you if he totally crosses the line, but we’re afraid we might not be around when, and not if, that happens,” James said.
“Dude, I appreciate your honesty. Maybe it’s my fault for falling in love with his ass. I’ve been worried since I tried to confirm his address. It doesn’t exist. There is no listing for his dad’s business anywhere in Queensland. At this point, I don’t know who he is other than he is enrolled at U of T. He pays rent and everything with cash. Maybe there is a logical answer to these questions. What did I get myself into and where do I go from here?” I asked.
“I read an article about the change in normal or acceptable sexual relationships. It seems that our generation is rejecting the idea of marriage, one man and one woman and all that crap because it no longer works. If you owned a factory making widgets which were guaranteed to last a lifetime but 50% of them failed within seven years, you would engineer a better product. With relationships the result is called “non-monogamy” for many people. In our case it’s polyamory. Everyone’s needs are different. When you took it up a notch with Jesse you hoped for a special relationship with him but within our group. You expected some problems but not to the extent you have now. Call it what you will, but apparently commitment -- both sexual and emotional -- is key to any successful relationship. Personally, I was happy with you and Robb, but then that was my first time. I was naive. Tell me Scott, how would you feel if Jesse left you right now?”
“Relieved. I don’t want to hurt his feelings but I can’t take much more of this. I’m frightened. Give me a hug, James,” I pleaded.
James left the chair he was sitting on backwards, leaning forward with his arms resting on top if the chair back, and sat beside me on the daybed. He wrapped his beautifully muscled tanned arms with the pale blond hair around me and I felt safe and secure. We kissed. The burden lightened.
“I figured you guys would be sneaking around behind my back to have sex. Ya know what? I don’t give a shit. I’ll find another place to live. You know how to kick a guy when he is down in his luck. Get the fuck into the cottage. The steaks are done and we are waiting while Vlaa-ad fiddles and farts around with some Greek cheese,” Jesse said.
He turned on his heal and headed for the dining area and sat at the end of the table closest to the kitchen after filling a tumbler with Crown Royal.
“Can somebody get the garlic toast out of the oven, put it in the basket and take it to the table and dim the lights way down?” Vlad asked frantically.
I did it all myself and opened a bottle of red wine, served it, and was heading to the radio to put something other than the
Hip-Hop crap that Jesse tuned in. Vlad asked me if I knew where the measuring cup was so I told him.
“When I put this down on the table, everyone shout “Opa.”
He brought the saganaki in an iron frying pan obviously heading to the center of the table just as Jesse, with a pulsing left carotid artery on his neck moved his left leg from under the table to a position directly in front of Vlad’s line of travel, tripping him and causing him to lose his balance.
Unfortunately, timing couldn’t be worse. It happened at the exact time Vlad poured a cup of heated brandy on the saganaki, which burst into flames. Some of us yelled “Opa.” Jesse headed for the kitchen door after trying to extinguish the flames with his glass of Rye, sending the flaming brandy across the table to the matchwood window blinds covering the dining room window, which explosively burst into a fireball, which then fell on the carpeting, igniting it. I grabbed the fire extinguisher only to find it was inoperative. Everything appeared to be happening in slow motion. In spite of the burns to his hands Vlad, attempted to fill a bucket of water in the kitchen. A watched pot never boils and a watched water bucket never fills. Ryan made it to the kitchen. I shouted for him to take the muffins from the fridge outside and get the grill as far away as possible.
“I don’t want a propane tank blowing up.”
The rest of us were in the living room with the fire advancing rapidly along the new carpet finally making it to the large front window with the highly combustible matchwood blinds which ignited the sofa.
“Ryan, try to bring the garden hose up the side stairs,” I yelled.
The cottage was filling up with black acrid smoke.
“Stay low to the floor. Robb, open the front door to vent the smoke and gasses. Everyone out now!”
I remembered something in the bedroom and went for it after stopping at the bathroom to get a wet face cloth. As I was about to leave, there was a series of small explosions. I lay on the floor with a big flashlight, breathing through the towel. Somebody was calling my name. The voice got closer. Was it Jesse coming to rescue me?
“Come with me. I’m here to save you. Grasp my wrists. Here is a wet towel to cover you.”
Slowly but deliberately the fireman dragged me to the screen room, and then to the deck. I was coughing badly but I was alive.
“Sir, I had to get this. It means so much to me,” I said as I opened my fist.
“Scott, we could have died in there. I came in alone because I had that heavy wool coat. Wool doesn’t burn or support combustion. I wondered if I was going to make it,” he said.
“How did you get here so fast?” I asked, trying to figure out the logistics.
“Scott, It’s me, Vlad! I figured I owed you one, not that we’re keeping score,” he said.
“Can I get some help getting Scott down to the dock?” Vlad shouted in a commanding voice.
James, Ryan, and Robb ran up the stairs and carried me down to the boat. I was still trying to parse the events. Vlad sat beside me, checked me over for damage, and other than coughing up some black stuff with blood in it, I looked okay. The cottage was fully involved, with the flames shooting out the windows. I was glad now at the amount of rain the previous two nights. Hopefully it wouldn’t start a forest fire. The heat even on the dock was tremendous. With a shower of sparks, the roof fell into the building.
“Jesse didn’t offer to help get me out of there?”
“He said he was afraid of fire. Promise me one thing Scott. Don’t ever put your life or anyone’s in peril over a sentimental item. Next time I go to Europe, I’ll bring you the most beautiful chain. I will design it and have it custom made. While I’m at it I’ll get matching ones for Ryan and me,” he said.
“I want to thank the fireman. I had a dream about him while we were in Ottawa. He even said, “Come with me. I’m here to save you -- the exact same words.”
“You told me about that dream. It’s all I could think of when I was crawling in to try to find you. Now if you are hungry we have some nice flame broiled porterhouse steaks waiting to be eaten. Apologies for the lack of cutlery.”
“I think we need to get everything and everybody into the boats. The roof on the bunkie is smoking and there are two gas tanks in there. If it goes, we could get hurt,” James said, as he handed me my laptop bag.
Vlad ventilated the engine and started it up.
--
The impact of our family cottage being reduced to ashes in 15 minutes was ineffable. That was another constant in my life, now gone forever. I wanted to get the guest log but the chain took priority.
“James, will they be sending water bombers?”
“No they can’t fly in at night to pick up water because of the overhead electrical wires going from island to island. They will send one at first light to check it out.”
When we got 100 meters from shore, there was a deafening boom as one of the gas tanks sailed high in the air looking like a comet, with a large flame shooting from it. While it returned to earth, the other one ruptured and the bunkie burst into flames. The evening reminded me of the film about the sinking of the Titanic. The water was perfectly still, the sky was clear, full of stars, and we had quite a fireworks display. We chewed away on our steaks as we slowly motored in the direction of the marina.
We met a boat coming towards us -- we slowed down, discovering it to be Danny.
“Dad’s working me like a slave. I thought I would spend some time with you guys if that’s okay. Why are you out in the boats eating steaks with your fingers? I thought you had more class than that?”
I pointed at the glowing embers in the distance.
“We don’t have a choice in the matter Danny. Everything is gone,” Vlad said.
“Is everybody okay?”
“Pretty much,” I said, following up with a coughing spell.
“You need to get that checked out right away,” Danny said.
Danny joined the flotilla to the marina and helped load the Expedition and Ryan’s SUV. My mind had time to sort through the bizarre happenings of the evening while I quietly sobbed thinking of all the memories. Somehow, my brain wanted me to believe I had been rescued by a fireman, but Vlad said that he rescued me. How could Vlad get me out of there alone? He’s thin with little muscle mass. I reached in my pocket and retrieved the gold chain and got Vlad to put it on my neck, then I cried some more.
Danny would come back to the city with James, who insisted I get checked out at the hospital on the way home. We kissed. James told me I tasted like a burning cottage and I started laughing and coughing.
Ryan opened the box of carrot cake muffins asking if anyone wanted dessert courtesy of Aaron. We all had one except Jesse who was maintaining a low profile. I shook with rage when I as much as looked at him. What he did was no accident but I didn’t assume for a moment that he intentionally burned my cottage to the ground. It was misdirected hate for Vlad. The dessert was wonderful but made me realize how much I missed the twins after only three days.
Robb drove and Vlad cuddled with me in the back seat. Brad and Jesse travelled with Ryan.
Apparently, James phoned the hospital to give them a heads up. After we got through triage, Vlad wheeled me out of the way and kissed me.
“We will stick around until we know what’s happening, baby,” Vlad said.
He pushed me into the emergency department and were met by Dr. Weingart.
“He seems to be okay. We just wanted to hear it from you, Doctor,” Vlad said.
“He is lucky he got out. There are so many lethal gasses in a home fire,” he said as he listened to my lungs and had me taken right away to x-ray.
“The x-rays will tell me more. Best case scenario, we will put him on oxygen for awhile. Worst case, he gets an air ambulance ride to Toronto. There is always the possibility of a collapsed lung. Has he coughed up any blood?”
“Yes, he was doing that earlier but hasn’t done that in the car. Perhaps he didn’t want to make a mess. We start swim team practices on Tuesday. When will he be ready for that?” Vlad asked.
“Could be months -- less if everything works out well. How did the twins make out after the drowning?”
“They’re pretty resilient. Scott is the executor for Caul Collins’ estate. The twins will eventually get everything after they complete college,” he said.
Scott was wheeled back to emerg on a stretcher.
“I want you to see this.”
The doctor pointed out two areas on one lung. “This is an accumulation of smoke but this one might indicate a partially collapsed lung, which is serious. I’ve put him on oxygen but want to transfer him to Sunnybrook in Toronto. If it collapses they are much better equipped to re-inflate it. We can do a chest tube but it leaves lots of scars. They can also do suction on the pneumothorax. Are you okay with Air Ambulance, Mr. Williams?” the doctor asked.
“Hey, a helicopter ride was on my bucket list, so yeah,” I said, pulling the mask off my face to talk.
“I’ll make the arrangements. I’ll be right back.” Dr. Weingart said as he replaced the mask.
I clutched Vlad’s hand for a moment then placed it on my gold chain. Vlad understood and unclasped it. “I’ll get it cleaned for you, angel,” he said.
“I’m still wondering why you asked for a measuring cup.”
“For the cup of brandy on the saganaki,” Vlad said.
“It calls for a shot glass full -- an ounce.”
“Oh no! Scott, don’t worry about replacing the cottage. Whatever the insurance won’t cover, I will,” Vlad said.
“Don’t kick yourself. It was an accident on your part. You couldn’t help what you did when Jesse tripped you. Dad got new coverage last year on the insistence of the insurance company. The premiums went up but there is 100% replacement coverage for the buildings and it’s indexed for inflation. The contents are insured for up to 150% of the cost of the building. If they settle based on square footage, perhaps I can put that money toward the boathouse. What alarmed me the most was the way the fire spread on the carpet. I thought there was a fire rating on that stuff. They only had it installed last year to warm up the floor,” I said.
“I don’t know if anyone picked up your camera. Is it very important?” Vlad asked.
“Not really. It was my old camera. I kept it for a spare after replacing it a couple of weeks ago. Canon has come out with three new 50 megapixel full frame cameras. One is the 5D Mk IV which shoots 12 frames a second and also shoots 4K video. I should get one of those and a couple of really good lenses,” I said.
A nurse cleaned me up, washed my face and got me to swish some mouthwash around while she instilled drops in my eyes.
“Mr. Williams, are you ready to knock another item off your bucket list?” Dr. Weingart asked, as he gave me a shot to relax me. His light hearted manner made me feel less anxious.
“Give me a minute with my partner, Doctor,” I said, as I looked at Vlad with my arms outstretched.
Vlad knew what to do, filling the space between the two of them with his body, returning the hug and adding a kiss on my dirty neck.
“You are in charge. Here is my wallet. Make sure the organ is delivered on Friday. My credit card is in there. Can you call James and tell him where I’m going and have Ryan get Jesse’s contact information because there will be a police or fire marshal’s investigation. Also don’t let him leave with the laptop or leave the country. He can transfer his files back to the laptop he brought from home. Give my love to the guys,” I said, as I gave Vlad’s hand one last squeeze, noticing tears forming in his eyes.
I was wheeled out to the helipad but don’t remember much after that other than the noise. The oxygen sensor kept beeping and the paramedic kept coaching me to breathe deeper. They adjusted the oxygen which helped me breathe. I asked the paramedic if they could do anything about the searing pain but they could not. At least I kept a brave face while I was with Vlad just like he always did with me.
to be continued ...
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Oh, WOW! Thanks for that link! 
I'm not sure what's going on with JUB, and I certainly hope you'll give a try at re-posting.
Your marvelous story has certainly taken unexpected turns, and I'd regret missing the MORE that I'm sincerely hoping will follow!
In all cases, and ... No Matter What ...
THANK YOU!, for your Awesome work!
And, Yeah! ...
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
I'm not sure what's going on with JUB, and I certainly hope you'll give a try at re-posting.
Your marvelous story has certainly taken unexpected turns, and I'd regret missing the MORE that I'm sincerely hoping will follow!
In all cases, and ... No Matter What ...
THANK YOU!, for your Awesome work!
And, Yeah! ...
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
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Now I see it's posted, just above my last post.
You must have snuck that in there while I was still reading the link, and then replying here, back in the tab my browser what still holding.
Thank You!
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
You must have snuck that in there while I was still reading the link, and then replying here, back in the tab my browser what still holding.
Thank You!
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
Sheep,
You have been upping the ante on our boys.
Jesse is a disturbed young man.
It's too bad.
Here's hoping Scott gets his lungs and such properly cleaned out so he's little the worse for the wear.
You have been upping the ante on our boys.
Jesse is a disturbed young man.
It's too bad.
Here's hoping Scott gets his lungs and such properly cleaned out so he's little the worse for the wear.
I'm up to my ears in work atm but should get back to writing in May. Sorry about the long delay
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Hey, Buddy! 
Being busy is not necessarily a "Bad Thing"!
LIFE does take precedent over JUB (sometimes)!
All my Best to You and "V"!
And, Yeah! ... No Matter What ...
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
Being busy is not necessarily a "Bad Thing"!
LIFE does take precedent over JUB (sometimes)!
All my Best to You and "V"!
And, Yeah! ... No Matter What ...
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
What's this? You AREN'T spending 24/7 on our boys? How could you think you need to earn a living?!
Sheep, I just caught caught up to chapter 82. I did not expect that turn of events. I can't believe Scott wasn't more upset with Jesse's screwing around and tripping Vlad. I feel for Vlad in that relationship. But I love Jesse too, just not his attitude sometimes. Can't wait for the next chapter.
Scott surprised me too but I guess he is in shock considering he lost the last link to his deceased parents, the cottage. I think the constant bitching from Jesse was telling him, "If you love him set him free and if he comes back it was meant to be. If not, it wasn't love at all. I'm sure Scott is more into the polyamorous love of all of his lofties. He knew from the start that having a special relationship with Jesse might be a disaster. He wouldn't abandon the twins, Vlad, Robb, James, Danny or even Ryan just to make Jesse exclusive. He damned near got himself killed going back in to retrieve the gold chain Vlad gave him.
Scott was having difficulty parsing Vlad's rescuing him with no sign of big strong athletic Jesse. Vlad playing fireman really impressed Scott with what must have been a herculean effort dragging him out of the burning cottage.
In the last chapter, Scott made it quite clear to Vlad that whatever Jesse said or did wasn't going to stop his very deep friendship with Vlad. Those two have been through a lot. Having Vlad's support buying the organ for Robb so that Robb's chance for a successful life had no limits, after a miserable home life. Vlad was there for the twins as well offering financial support and now on board to offer the twin's mother a mortgage so she can do a complete energy efficient, income producing reno for her and her twin sister. After so many years, James and family got a big boost from Scott with boats, becoming a full dealer with a better discount structure and securing the sales territory and inventory for top of the line O'Brydon water skis, but that is only scratching the surface of their financial ties. Lastly, Vlad paid for Scott's spiffy mahogany launch, getting Grant off the hook paying his bill at the marina with the cash from the boat sale.
Scott was happy to be able to help them financially without giving them money. Smoothing the way for them to improve earnings is more satisfying to them than accepting charity.
Initially, Scott only set up an appointment with his dentist to look at Ryan's bridge. It didn't cost either of them but radically improved Ryan's self confidence. Now that Scott knows Ryan plays classical music on his baby grand and is a good figure skater, he has become more than just about the cutest athletic stud with crystal blue eyes. Scott now respects him for his culture not just athleticism.
Scott hasn't spent very much time with Danny, but Danny and Brad seem to be an item. If you like little guys with big muscles, that's the pair to watch. I can't wait to see Brad on the rings. Being 5' 4", Danny towers over Brad's 5' 2". This is really a first for Danny and good for his head. Getting a beautiful boyfriend swelled his head! Brad knows everybody and thus, Danny will too.
It looks like everybody is happy except Jesse. I guess we will have to wait and see.
I've done so much re-writing of chapter 83 and it isn't finished yet. Were getting a lot closer, though.
Thanks everyone for the comments.
Sheep,
That is quite the recap - I can tell you've been pouring over every last detail of our team plus.
Looking forward to your next installment.
That is quite the recap - I can tell you've been pouring over every last detail of our team plus.
Looking forward to your next installment.
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Swim Team Chapter Eighty-three
Previously:
“You are in charge. Here is my wallet. Make sure the organ is delivered on Friday. My credit card is in there. Can you call James and tell him where I’m going and have Ryan get Jesse’s contact information because there will be a police or fire marshal’s investigation. Also don’t let him leave with the laptop. He can transfer his files back to the laptop he brought from home. Give my love to the guys,” I said, as I gave Vlad’s hand one last squeeze, noticing tears forming in his eyes.
I was wheeled out to the helipad but don’t remember much after that other than the noise. The oxygen sensor kept beeping and the paramedic kept coaching me to breathe deeper. They adjusted the oxygen which helped me breathe. I asked the paramedic if they could do anything about the searing pain but they could not. At least I kept a brave face while I was with Vlad just like he always did with me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sound of the air ambulance taking Scott to Sunnybrook faded into the distance.
“Robb, they can better care for a potentially life threatening condition, a collapsed lung, in case they need to operate. It could be serious. I couldn’t get a read on the doctor. Now that Scott is out of the way, I need my burns looked after,” Vlad said.
Triage gave the pale boy a “front of the line” rating and he was sent into see a doctor immediately.
With a furrowed brow, Doctor Weingart examined the second degree burns on the boy’s hand and summoned a nurse to wash and sterilize his hands and wrap the burned one in sterile gauze, getting a tube of antibiotic burn ointment and another roll of gauze out of the cabinet. She instructed Vlad to change the dressing when he arrived home. If the blisters leaked, he was to use the ointment and place new gauze over to keep the hand clean. He asked the doctor if his friend would be okay.
“I can’t discuss that without his permission but didn’t want to take a chance. I sent him away with a saline drip with morphine for the pain and a tranquillizer to keep him calmed down,” the doctor said.
“The doctor told me to go home and phone Sunnybrook in the morning. He couldn’t tell me anything but I think he was trying to tell me not to worry without actually saying it. I’m more concerned with Jesse than Scott who has been through so much this year that perhaps he’s impervious to disasters by now. How do you feel about Jesse remaining a roommate?”
“I wouldn’t want to be the one to tell him to leave. We can talk to Ryan when we get home. I’m sure they talked it over while driving back to the loft. I’d feel more comfortable if Jesse was seeing a shrink, but ultimately I think the decision will be Scott’s,” Robb said.
“I know that Scott really likes you, Robb.”
“I’m crazy about him too and have been for a year, but this summer I really got to know him. He is the first one I told about my brother raping me. His reaction was immediate. He moved me in with him within a couple of hours. I’m really shy and for me to trust anyone completely, well it never happened until Scott. Even when I told him to take my cherry, he still didn’t until he saw that the fear was gone from my eyes. When it finally happened, it was a wonderful feeling to fully trust someone,” Robb said.
“Tell me about it. He’s like that with me and vice versa. He handed me his wallet when he checked into the hospital. I got the feeling he never did that before with anyone. It made me feel special,” Vlad said.
“According to a*study*published recently in The Journal of Positive Psychology, kindness—both giving and receiving it—can improve ones well-being even if it’s something small like paying forward a cup of coffee for a stranger. I guess it’ll be years before I can give Scott a random act of kindness but I’ll make it up to him somehow even if I simply let him use my body,” Robb said with his characteristic exaggerated one-eyed wink.
***
Their drive home was uneventful, except for avoiding drunk drivers and drivers talking or texting on their phones. It was, after all, a holiday weekend. A half hour from home Vlad got a call from Ryan to say they were home. Vlad brought them up to speed on Scott who was airlifted to Toronto.
“You mean by air ambulance?” Ryan asked.
Jesse was overheard saying, “I suppose that’s my fault too?”
Robb hugged Vlad and wondered whose fault it could possibly be if it wasn’t Jesse’s. When they approached the loft, Vlad called Ryan asking if someone could come down to help get the stuff at the loading dock. To their surprise, Ryan, Brad, and Jesse were waiting at the loading dock when they backed in. Jesse didn’t make eye contact with Vlad. The truck was emptied, Robb parked in the parking garage while the others ascended to PH1 in total silence. Robb stepped off the passenger elevator a moment after the freight elevator arrived at the top floor.
Robb asked Vlad to wedge the door open, feeling that Vlad was in no condition to be doing this work. He dashed up the stairs with Scott’s laptop and placed it in one of his own drawers, out of site, and made room for his truckload of clothes from Ottawa. His next stop was Scott’s library for a Scotch where he poured two glasses, dimmed the lights and collapsed into the leather sofa.
The weekend had started out badly and went downhill rapidly. Nobody could have guessed how low it would sink.
“Scott, you have to get better,” Vlad whispered to the other glass of Scotch. “I’m marrying the perfect boy but without you rounding out our perfect love I feel empty.”
Hearing footsteps outside the door, Vlad opened the door finding Ryan and Robb heading down for another load. After a group hug they were invited for a drink but opted for a beer which Robb retrieved from the fridge.
“What are we going to do about Jesse? Vlad asked.
“He has resigned himself to either moving or returning to Australia. His first choice would be to stay with us but understands it may not be a possibility,” Ryan said.
“If Scott wants him to stay, I say we should try, but I’m nervous,” Robb said.
“I know that James was leery even before the fire.”
“I guess it boils down to honouring Scott’s wish which is that it’s better if he goes. Just don’t ask me to give him the boot,” Vlad said, draining the last few drops of Glen Morangie 18 year old on his tongue. “Scott, I’ll pour you a fresh one when you’re back,” then switched glasses, his eyes as shiny as the glass.
Robb and Ryan saw how hurt and afraid Vlad was and suggested they have a shower and get in bed. They found Brad and Jesse in front of a flickering fire having a beer and joined them.
“Vlad, I’m sorry. I never intended for any of this to happen. I’ve always had a bit of a bad temper but never as bad as this weekend. The crazy part is I love all you guys but mostly Scott. In my head you were the villain, the person standing between me and my love, Scott. I wish there was a way to patch things up so life could return to normal but I’m sure Scott won’t see things that way. Did he say anything to any of you guys? Am I going to be kicked out?” Jesse asked.
“Only Scott knows that. He was in pretty bad shape when we left him at the hospital. He understood some things but others, I don’t know, he didn’t seem to be with it. Maybe he was in shock. We won’t know anything more until the morning. If he decides you have to go what will you do, Jesse?” Vlad asked.
“I have a return ticket to Australia. I could get my money back from the university at this stage. I thought of going for a walk up and down Church Street and seeing if someone can’t live without me but I don’t know. My visa is only for going to school in Canada. I think I’m fucked,” he said.
“If Danny is cool with it, perhaps you could stay with us until you knew what was happening,” Brad said.
“Thanks mate, that’s something to consider,” Jesse said, draping an arm over Brad’s brawny shoulder in a bro hug that lasted a little too long to be platonic. Brad returned the hug covering his lap with the other hand, leaving nothing to cover his reddening face.
“Why don’t we all scrub up good in the shower then have a long soak in the whirlpool?” Robb suggested.
“I have to keep my hand dry but Ryan, could you wash me with the hand shower then take me to bed? I really need some “us” time,” Vlad said.
Everyone gave thumbs up to that suggestion and took off running upstairs, leaving Vlad to shut off the fireplace. Ryan taped a plastic garbage bag over Vlad’s hand. “I had to do this when I got beaten up in school,” Ryan added.
Eventually Robb, Brad, and Jesse made their way to the whirlpool with cold beers in their hands, nude as usual. Jesse stood up to move beside Brad, displaying his obvious excitement to all. Brad stood up to show that the excitement was contagious. Their moist lips met for a forbidden kiss, at least by the sounds they must have thought it was forbidden, as they ground together. The wall of tension separating Jesse from the others retracted as quickly as Jesse’s foreskin on seeing Brad and obviously hoping to renew acquaintances with his work buddy at the athletic store. Jesse took great delight in worshipping every muscle in Brad’s hard gymnast’s body, who in turn loved Jesse’s defined muscular legs and bulky frame with much larger curves.
“The way you guys are moaning makes me think you’re ready to break Scott’s first law, namely no cumming in the hot tub. I can, however offer a solution to your pressing problem,” Robb said, pointing to his butt and mouth.
After climbing out, Robb leaned over the table after batting his eyes at his last year’s friend Brad, whose strong muscles extended to his tongue. It was nice that Scott had an ozone generator in the tub to kill bacteria, thus reducing chlorine and bromine. Obviously, Robb taught the fine art of rimming to Brad.
Jesse appeared ready to nut so he spit on his cock, considered Robb’s bent over position to be a subtle invitation, and slipped into the warm cavity away from the cool evening. Brad and Robb lovingly deep kissed while Jesse’s smooth continuously self lubricating glans gave Robb’s prostate the love it needed and deserved. All three enjoyed the sensations as well as being able to forget about the elephant in the room for the time being. Robb approached melt-down when Brad slipped his hand down to massage Robb’s cock causing Robb to slam his butt cheeks together hard, taking Jesse over the top and filling Robb to overflowing. Jesse had had a bit of a dry spell so his batteries were supercharged for the occasion.
Brad was anxious for more action with his former suck buddy and lay on his back on the table where Robb was positioned for fellatio with him. Jesse was still feeling amorous and gave Brad and Robb a bun massage to heighten their senses.
They lasted a little longer than Act I but needed to get off, giving each other a facial in the process. Jesse, to his credit retrieved a roll of paper towel from the kitchen, but the boys had licked each other clean in the mean time. Jesse fetched cold beers for all and relaxation was the priority. Jesse turned on the music softly as well as the multi-colour light show which illuminated the water feature. Vlad got the bottle of pine scent for some aroma therapy. The sound of the mini waterfall and the bubbles along with the smell of the woods at the cottage, and the nice feeling of sprawling out against a friend was one of the most delightful days they had in awhile. After a few minutes the soothing bubbly water lulled them into a state of euphoria. Being physically exhausted, they exited the whirlpool, closed it down and headed towards the stairs.
“I don’t think I should stress out Vlad by sleeping in the same bed,” Jesse said.
“You can stay with me in my loft if you want,” Brad said.
They all agreed that it was an excellent idea so the two of them grabbed their clothes and left. Robb shut off the lights and went up to join Vlad; Ryan was sound asleep on the bed after lovemaking. Vlad moved beside Robb.
“Can I spoon with you, Robb?”
“I’d like that. I think we are all stressed out over the incident. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to sleep, and you can’t call the hospital until the morning. I’m worried sick about Scott. You should know that Jesse is staying with Brad tonight, so maybe I can help you sleep,” Robb said, as he stroked Vlad’s ass.
“Feels great -- don’t stop. I’m glad Jesse isn’t here. I want to spoon with you. Hold me in your arms for awhile,” Vlad said.
They carried on like that for ten minutes. Vlad became aware that Robb was slowing down but said nothing. What Robb did de-stressed Vlad incredibly. His overworked brain was now getting some relief.
“What would Scott do if he was here?” Robb asked.
“My guess is that he would put in a call to Ted to get advice on how to break it to the insurance company. It’s not too late to call him now. I’ll go down to the library to call him, Vlad said.”
***
“What happened? Did Scott get a scratch on the launch?”
“Way worse, Ted. I was serving flaming saganaki and Jesse, who was upset with me because he thought I was trying to take Scott from him was seething with rage and deliberately tripped me, starting a fire in the cottage. To make a long story short, I barely managed to drag Scott from the fully engulfed cottage before the roof caved in. We took Scott to the hospital in Orillia and they air lifted him to Sunnybrook. I can’t get into see him until the morning. The only thing I can tell you is that he is upset because it was the last link to his late parents, but on the other hand he had plans to either bulldoze the cottage or gut it and enlarge it, but in the mean time he plans to build a four slip boathouse with a cottage above. My question is, would the insurance company settle for x dollars per square foot or would they insist on replacing exactly as it was?” Vlad asked.
“Good question. If you can scan the policy and email it to me I’ll have something to go on. Don’t let Scott talk to them until I give him the okay. Is Scott alright? Was he hurt in the fire? I presume my nephew is okay?” Ted asked.
“The doctor thinks his lung may be in danger of collapsing which is why he was sent to Sunnybrook. He inhaled a lot of smoke. We don’t know if the island was destroyed by fire. I suspect not because we had so much rain for the past two nights. They were going to send a water bomber at first light. That’s about it for the cottage. You got all of the faxes regarding Scott’s Will. Scott wants to set up a company with me as well as a charitable foundation. We are very open with each other and trust each other. We compared Wills finding you set both of them up the same. The other thing you probably aren’t aware of is that we have committed to purchase a large combination pipe/digital organ for the loft primarily for a practice instrument for Robb who has switched from Vocal to Organ performance. Scott used to play until his mother sold the organ in one of her redecorating phases. I’ll hopefully get to talk to Scott tomorrow and find out where the insurance papers are. We want to offer the twin’s mother and aunt a short term mortgage so they can redo their big downtown house, make it efficient and make a 2 bedroom apartment in the basement to rent to cover most of the operating costs of the house. I’ll keep you up-to-date on that. I should get back to Ryan who is fine by the way. Being exhausted, we went to bed early,” Vlad said.
***
Vlad leaned back in the comfortable leather office chair while his eyes scanned the library looking for a clue as to where the insurance policy for the cottage might be located but decided he wasn’t about to find it while sitting on his ass. The first drawer he opened had a folder called “cottage.” The first document was the insurance policy and under it was a receipt for 120 square yards Aristocrat II Carpet “Pale Clay” style number 7L514 100% polyester Made in USA 760 MEA 52545. This carpet meets federal flammability standards. Consumers to contact the manufacturer for warranty claims.
Ryan opened the door and entered the library. “What are you doing hun? You could be keeping me warm.”
“This might be important. I found a bill for carpet in the cottage folder stating that the carpet meets federal flammability standards which I find a bit weird as it was the carpet that spread the fire,” Vlad said.
“If it shows the name of the manufacturer, you could check the internet and see if there is any information on it,” Ryan said.
Vlad grabbed the keyboard, went to the site and typed in the information from the invoice. “Wait, what? The recall involves Aristocrat II brand wall-to-wall carpet with style number 7L514. The carpet was sold in one color, “Pale Clay.” A date stamp on the back of the carpet reads “USA 760 MEA 52545,” the date “06-07-2013,” a time range between 00:45 and 3:00 and the words “Pile: 100% Polyester.” The stamp is repeated every six feet. Consumers should immediately contact the manufacture’s head office in Dalton, GA to determine if their carpet is included in the recall and for instructions on returning the product for refund or replacement,” he said.
“Sounds like more work for Uncle Ted. So are you coming to bed now?” Ryan asked.
“Let me scan this stuff and send it off to Ted but first I need to grab my phone off my desk. I took some pictures but didn’t check to see if they are any good.”
Indeed, there were some compelling photos showing how the fire travelled along the carpet. Vlad saved them to the computer and sent copies along with the scanned policy and invoice for the carpet with a short email to Ted. Ryan wrapped an arm around Vlad and headed up the stairs to their bed, only to be disturbed by Vlad’s phone.
“I’ve been trying to call Scott but he won’t answer. What’s going on? Has something bad happened?” Aaron asked.
to be continued ...
Swim Team Chapter Eighty-three
Previously:
“You are in charge. Here is my wallet. Make sure the organ is delivered on Friday. My credit card is in there. Can you call James and tell him where I’m going and have Ryan get Jesse’s contact information because there will be a police or fire marshal’s investigation. Also don’t let him leave with the laptop. He can transfer his files back to the laptop he brought from home. Give my love to the guys,” I said, as I gave Vlad’s hand one last squeeze, noticing tears forming in his eyes.
I was wheeled out to the helipad but don’t remember much after that other than the noise. The oxygen sensor kept beeping and the paramedic kept coaching me to breathe deeper. They adjusted the oxygen which helped me breathe. I asked the paramedic if they could do anything about the searing pain but they could not. At least I kept a brave face while I was with Vlad just like he always did with me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sound of the air ambulance taking Scott to Sunnybrook faded into the distance.
“Robb, they can better care for a potentially life threatening condition, a collapsed lung, in case they need to operate. It could be serious. I couldn’t get a read on the doctor. Now that Scott is out of the way, I need my burns looked after,” Vlad said.
Triage gave the pale boy a “front of the line” rating and he was sent into see a doctor immediately.
With a furrowed brow, Doctor Weingart examined the second degree burns on the boy’s hand and summoned a nurse to wash and sterilize his hands and wrap the burned one in sterile gauze, getting a tube of antibiotic burn ointment and another roll of gauze out of the cabinet. She instructed Vlad to change the dressing when he arrived home. If the blisters leaked, he was to use the ointment and place new gauze over to keep the hand clean. He asked the doctor if his friend would be okay.
“I can’t discuss that without his permission but didn’t want to take a chance. I sent him away with a saline drip with morphine for the pain and a tranquillizer to keep him calmed down,” the doctor said.
“The doctor told me to go home and phone Sunnybrook in the morning. He couldn’t tell me anything but I think he was trying to tell me not to worry without actually saying it. I’m more concerned with Jesse than Scott who has been through so much this year that perhaps he’s impervious to disasters by now. How do you feel about Jesse remaining a roommate?”
“I wouldn’t want to be the one to tell him to leave. We can talk to Ryan when we get home. I’m sure they talked it over while driving back to the loft. I’d feel more comfortable if Jesse was seeing a shrink, but ultimately I think the decision will be Scott’s,” Robb said.
“I know that Scott really likes you, Robb.”
“I’m crazy about him too and have been for a year, but this summer I really got to know him. He is the first one I told about my brother raping me. His reaction was immediate. He moved me in with him within a couple of hours. I’m really shy and for me to trust anyone completely, well it never happened until Scott. Even when I told him to take my cherry, he still didn’t until he saw that the fear was gone from my eyes. When it finally happened, it was a wonderful feeling to fully trust someone,” Robb said.
“Tell me about it. He’s like that with me and vice versa. He handed me his wallet when he checked into the hospital. I got the feeling he never did that before with anyone. It made me feel special,” Vlad said.
“According to a*study*published recently in The Journal of Positive Psychology, kindness—both giving and receiving it—can improve ones well-being even if it’s something small like paying forward a cup of coffee for a stranger. I guess it’ll be years before I can give Scott a random act of kindness but I’ll make it up to him somehow even if I simply let him use my body,” Robb said with his characteristic exaggerated one-eyed wink.
***
Their drive home was uneventful, except for avoiding drunk drivers and drivers talking or texting on their phones. It was, after all, a holiday weekend. A half hour from home Vlad got a call from Ryan to say they were home. Vlad brought them up to speed on Scott who was airlifted to Toronto.
“You mean by air ambulance?” Ryan asked.
Jesse was overheard saying, “I suppose that’s my fault too?”
Robb hugged Vlad and wondered whose fault it could possibly be if it wasn’t Jesse’s. When they approached the loft, Vlad called Ryan asking if someone could come down to help get the stuff at the loading dock. To their surprise, Ryan, Brad, and Jesse were waiting at the loading dock when they backed in. Jesse didn’t make eye contact with Vlad. The truck was emptied, Robb parked in the parking garage while the others ascended to PH1 in total silence. Robb stepped off the passenger elevator a moment after the freight elevator arrived at the top floor.
Robb asked Vlad to wedge the door open, feeling that Vlad was in no condition to be doing this work. He dashed up the stairs with Scott’s laptop and placed it in one of his own drawers, out of site, and made room for his truckload of clothes from Ottawa. His next stop was Scott’s library for a Scotch where he poured two glasses, dimmed the lights and collapsed into the leather sofa.
The weekend had started out badly and went downhill rapidly. Nobody could have guessed how low it would sink.
“Scott, you have to get better,” Vlad whispered to the other glass of Scotch. “I’m marrying the perfect boy but without you rounding out our perfect love I feel empty.”
Hearing footsteps outside the door, Vlad opened the door finding Ryan and Robb heading down for another load. After a group hug they were invited for a drink but opted for a beer which Robb retrieved from the fridge.
“What are we going to do about Jesse? Vlad asked.
“He has resigned himself to either moving or returning to Australia. His first choice would be to stay with us but understands it may not be a possibility,” Ryan said.
“If Scott wants him to stay, I say we should try, but I’m nervous,” Robb said.
“I know that James was leery even before the fire.”
“I guess it boils down to honouring Scott’s wish which is that it’s better if he goes. Just don’t ask me to give him the boot,” Vlad said, draining the last few drops of Glen Morangie 18 year old on his tongue. “Scott, I’ll pour you a fresh one when you’re back,” then switched glasses, his eyes as shiny as the glass.
Robb and Ryan saw how hurt and afraid Vlad was and suggested they have a shower and get in bed. They found Brad and Jesse in front of a flickering fire having a beer and joined them.
“Vlad, I’m sorry. I never intended for any of this to happen. I’ve always had a bit of a bad temper but never as bad as this weekend. The crazy part is I love all you guys but mostly Scott. In my head you were the villain, the person standing between me and my love, Scott. I wish there was a way to patch things up so life could return to normal but I’m sure Scott won’t see things that way. Did he say anything to any of you guys? Am I going to be kicked out?” Jesse asked.
“Only Scott knows that. He was in pretty bad shape when we left him at the hospital. He understood some things but others, I don’t know, he didn’t seem to be with it. Maybe he was in shock. We won’t know anything more until the morning. If he decides you have to go what will you do, Jesse?” Vlad asked.
“I have a return ticket to Australia. I could get my money back from the university at this stage. I thought of going for a walk up and down Church Street and seeing if someone can’t live without me but I don’t know. My visa is only for going to school in Canada. I think I’m fucked,” he said.
“If Danny is cool with it, perhaps you could stay with us until you knew what was happening,” Brad said.
“Thanks mate, that’s something to consider,” Jesse said, draping an arm over Brad’s brawny shoulder in a bro hug that lasted a little too long to be platonic. Brad returned the hug covering his lap with the other hand, leaving nothing to cover his reddening face.
“Why don’t we all scrub up good in the shower then have a long soak in the whirlpool?” Robb suggested.
“I have to keep my hand dry but Ryan, could you wash me with the hand shower then take me to bed? I really need some “us” time,” Vlad said.
Everyone gave thumbs up to that suggestion and took off running upstairs, leaving Vlad to shut off the fireplace. Ryan taped a plastic garbage bag over Vlad’s hand. “I had to do this when I got beaten up in school,” Ryan added.
Eventually Robb, Brad, and Jesse made their way to the whirlpool with cold beers in their hands, nude as usual. Jesse stood up to move beside Brad, displaying his obvious excitement to all. Brad stood up to show that the excitement was contagious. Their moist lips met for a forbidden kiss, at least by the sounds they must have thought it was forbidden, as they ground together. The wall of tension separating Jesse from the others retracted as quickly as Jesse’s foreskin on seeing Brad and obviously hoping to renew acquaintances with his work buddy at the athletic store. Jesse took great delight in worshipping every muscle in Brad’s hard gymnast’s body, who in turn loved Jesse’s defined muscular legs and bulky frame with much larger curves.
“The way you guys are moaning makes me think you’re ready to break Scott’s first law, namely no cumming in the hot tub. I can, however offer a solution to your pressing problem,” Robb said, pointing to his butt and mouth.
After climbing out, Robb leaned over the table after batting his eyes at his last year’s friend Brad, whose strong muscles extended to his tongue. It was nice that Scott had an ozone generator in the tub to kill bacteria, thus reducing chlorine and bromine. Obviously, Robb taught the fine art of rimming to Brad.
Jesse appeared ready to nut so he spit on his cock, considered Robb’s bent over position to be a subtle invitation, and slipped into the warm cavity away from the cool evening. Brad and Robb lovingly deep kissed while Jesse’s smooth continuously self lubricating glans gave Robb’s prostate the love it needed and deserved. All three enjoyed the sensations as well as being able to forget about the elephant in the room for the time being. Robb approached melt-down when Brad slipped his hand down to massage Robb’s cock causing Robb to slam his butt cheeks together hard, taking Jesse over the top and filling Robb to overflowing. Jesse had had a bit of a dry spell so his batteries were supercharged for the occasion.
Brad was anxious for more action with his former suck buddy and lay on his back on the table where Robb was positioned for fellatio with him. Jesse was still feeling amorous and gave Brad and Robb a bun massage to heighten their senses.
They lasted a little longer than Act I but needed to get off, giving each other a facial in the process. Jesse, to his credit retrieved a roll of paper towel from the kitchen, but the boys had licked each other clean in the mean time. Jesse fetched cold beers for all and relaxation was the priority. Jesse turned on the music softly as well as the multi-colour light show which illuminated the water feature. Vlad got the bottle of pine scent for some aroma therapy. The sound of the mini waterfall and the bubbles along with the smell of the woods at the cottage, and the nice feeling of sprawling out against a friend was one of the most delightful days they had in awhile. After a few minutes the soothing bubbly water lulled them into a state of euphoria. Being physically exhausted, they exited the whirlpool, closed it down and headed towards the stairs.
“I don’t think I should stress out Vlad by sleeping in the same bed,” Jesse said.
“You can stay with me in my loft if you want,” Brad said.
They all agreed that it was an excellent idea so the two of them grabbed their clothes and left. Robb shut off the lights and went up to join Vlad; Ryan was sound asleep on the bed after lovemaking. Vlad moved beside Robb.
“Can I spoon with you, Robb?”
“I’d like that. I think we are all stressed out over the incident. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to sleep, and you can’t call the hospital until the morning. I’m worried sick about Scott. You should know that Jesse is staying with Brad tonight, so maybe I can help you sleep,” Robb said, as he stroked Vlad’s ass.
“Feels great -- don’t stop. I’m glad Jesse isn’t here. I want to spoon with you. Hold me in your arms for awhile,” Vlad said.
They carried on like that for ten minutes. Vlad became aware that Robb was slowing down but said nothing. What Robb did de-stressed Vlad incredibly. His overworked brain was now getting some relief.
“What would Scott do if he was here?” Robb asked.
“My guess is that he would put in a call to Ted to get advice on how to break it to the insurance company. It’s not too late to call him now. I’ll go down to the library to call him, Vlad said.”
***
“What happened? Did Scott get a scratch on the launch?”
“Way worse, Ted. I was serving flaming saganaki and Jesse, who was upset with me because he thought I was trying to take Scott from him was seething with rage and deliberately tripped me, starting a fire in the cottage. To make a long story short, I barely managed to drag Scott from the fully engulfed cottage before the roof caved in. We took Scott to the hospital in Orillia and they air lifted him to Sunnybrook. I can’t get into see him until the morning. The only thing I can tell you is that he is upset because it was the last link to his late parents, but on the other hand he had plans to either bulldoze the cottage or gut it and enlarge it, but in the mean time he plans to build a four slip boathouse with a cottage above. My question is, would the insurance company settle for x dollars per square foot or would they insist on replacing exactly as it was?” Vlad asked.
“Good question. If you can scan the policy and email it to me I’ll have something to go on. Don’t let Scott talk to them until I give him the okay. Is Scott alright? Was he hurt in the fire? I presume my nephew is okay?” Ted asked.
“The doctor thinks his lung may be in danger of collapsing which is why he was sent to Sunnybrook. He inhaled a lot of smoke. We don’t know if the island was destroyed by fire. I suspect not because we had so much rain for the past two nights. They were going to send a water bomber at first light. That’s about it for the cottage. You got all of the faxes regarding Scott’s Will. Scott wants to set up a company with me as well as a charitable foundation. We are very open with each other and trust each other. We compared Wills finding you set both of them up the same. The other thing you probably aren’t aware of is that we have committed to purchase a large combination pipe/digital organ for the loft primarily for a practice instrument for Robb who has switched from Vocal to Organ performance. Scott used to play until his mother sold the organ in one of her redecorating phases. I’ll hopefully get to talk to Scott tomorrow and find out where the insurance papers are. We want to offer the twin’s mother and aunt a short term mortgage so they can redo their big downtown house, make it efficient and make a 2 bedroom apartment in the basement to rent to cover most of the operating costs of the house. I’ll keep you up-to-date on that. I should get back to Ryan who is fine by the way. Being exhausted, we went to bed early,” Vlad said.
***
Vlad leaned back in the comfortable leather office chair while his eyes scanned the library looking for a clue as to where the insurance policy for the cottage might be located but decided he wasn’t about to find it while sitting on his ass. The first drawer he opened had a folder called “cottage.” The first document was the insurance policy and under it was a receipt for 120 square yards Aristocrat II Carpet “Pale Clay” style number 7L514 100% polyester Made in USA 760 MEA 52545. This carpet meets federal flammability standards. Consumers to contact the manufacturer for warranty claims.
Ryan opened the door and entered the library. “What are you doing hun? You could be keeping me warm.”
“This might be important. I found a bill for carpet in the cottage folder stating that the carpet meets federal flammability standards which I find a bit weird as it was the carpet that spread the fire,” Vlad said.
“If it shows the name of the manufacturer, you could check the internet and see if there is any information on it,” Ryan said.
Vlad grabbed the keyboard, went to the site and typed in the information from the invoice. “Wait, what? The recall involves Aristocrat II brand wall-to-wall carpet with style number 7L514. The carpet was sold in one color, “Pale Clay.” A date stamp on the back of the carpet reads “USA 760 MEA 52545,” the date “06-07-2013,” a time range between 00:45 and 3:00 and the words “Pile: 100% Polyester.” The stamp is repeated every six feet. Consumers should immediately contact the manufacture’s head office in Dalton, GA to determine if their carpet is included in the recall and for instructions on returning the product for refund or replacement,” he said.
“Sounds like more work for Uncle Ted. So are you coming to bed now?” Ryan asked.
“Let me scan this stuff and send it off to Ted but first I need to grab my phone off my desk. I took some pictures but didn’t check to see if they are any good.”
Indeed, there were some compelling photos showing how the fire travelled along the carpet. Vlad saved them to the computer and sent copies along with the scanned policy and invoice for the carpet with a short email to Ted. Ryan wrapped an arm around Vlad and headed up the stairs to their bed, only to be disturbed by Vlad’s phone.
“I’ve been trying to call Scott but he won’t answer. What’s going on? Has something bad happened?” Aaron asked.
to be continued ...
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Whoa! Great chapter, and definitely worth the wait, Sheep, Buddy!
I'm confidant that Scott is going to be O.K.! And, I'm impressed with how Vlad took over "the lead".
Now ... there's the question about Jesse ...
Looking forward to what the call from Aaron might involve. And, certainly anticipating further news on how all of "Our Boys" are doing!
Thank You! And ... No Matter What ...
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
I'm confidant that Scott is going to be O.K.! And, I'm impressed with how Vlad took over "the lead".
Now ... there's the question about Jesse ...
Looking forward to what the call from Aaron might involve. And, certainly anticipating further news on how all of "Our Boys" are doing!
Thank You! And ... No Matter What ...
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
Sheep,
I'm so dizzy from longggggg work hours - I missed getting here.
You are keeping us all on the edge - of our seats and other things!
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse. What to do about Jesse.
As we all wait to hear that Scott enough oxygen quickly enough to minimize damage to his lungs.
And Vlad, too.
I'm so dizzy from longggggg work hours - I missed getting here.
You are keeping us all on the edge - of our seats and other things!
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse. What to do about Jesse.
As we all wait to hear that Scott enough oxygen quickly enough to minimize damage to his lungs.
And Vlad, too.
