And, no - I meant SCOTT - in ephemeral form (hence the "Dr. Strange" reference), not the maestro.
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Chapter eighty-nine
© 2011-2016 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:
“No more than I want to, but I’ll settle for a few kisses.”
We could have pulled the curtain around for privacy but the urgency precluded it. We were both boned to the max. The love attached to the kisses was exciting as was peering into those clear, crystal blue eyes.
“Get the Hell well, Scott. Vlad and I want to make love to you. We’ll make room for Aaron. I’ll call or text you regarding Aaron.”
With a squeeze of Scott’s leg, Ryan was gone, leaving Scott with a silly grin on his face.
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**
“Hey sweetheart, I’m heading home from the hospital. Be there in 20 minutes. Want me to pick up anything?” Ryan asked.
“Robb and I tossed around the idea of going for lunch in the village. Does that work for you?”
“Sounds good to me, Vlad. See you soon.”
Ryan’s throaty black Mustang GT followed James and Danny down the ramp to the parking garage. They parked their cars and Ryan helped carry the contents of a well loaded Fusion to the elevator. A group hug ensued when the door closed.
“I just talked to Vlad. We are going to head over to Church Street to grab a burger and a beer. Coming?”
“Can do. We both need a shower first unless you want us to get kicked out of the restaurant. Will Brad be there?” Danny asked.
“Beats me,” Ryan confessed. “Everyone is running around in circles and nobody has any answers. We all need to talk over lunch to see who is doing what to whom.”
“Mom and dad wanted to get home Sunday night so I was forced to stay with James and share his sagging ¾ bed which had us rolling to the centre. You guys have any idea how hard it is to not moan when you really need to?” Danny said. “I’m looking forward to a noisy night with Brad. Knock on the wall if we prevent you from sleeping!”
Danny tossed his belongings into PH2, and, finding Brad on the terrace, invited him for lunch after a shower with James.
“Am I invited for the shower too, because I’m hornier than a two-peckered owl?” Ryan asked.
“Hey, that was going to be my line. I helped James until 10:30 last night so he could get away this morning. We were both horny, starting off with a 69 with a somewhat Stilton cheese flavour which was an incredible turn-on. After we swapped cum we were ready for more, so I rammed my cock all the way in while covering his mouth so his screams wouldn’t wake his folks. When I shot my load into him, we flip fucked, and he left me in a very wet condition. The best part was sleeping cock-to-cock, hard all night. He didn’t have to ask twice for road head on the way home,” Danny said.
“You left out the part where you rimmed him.”
“The walls are thin and the bathroom door is like 2 sheets of paper laminated to long tongue depressors. Besides, he did the honours on me first. You aren’t mad at me, are you?”
“Don’t be silly. I’d like to have an all-nighter with James too. Tonight, however, it’s you and me. If you want cheese, order a pizza or invite James for the night.”
“Maybe we’ll do dirties in the shower.
**
“Is lunch still on, James?” Danny asked.
“It is. Vlad, Robb, and Ryan just took a load of my stuff up to my closet. We can take the rest and join them for a shower,” James said.
“After our shower I want to muss up your bed and hopefully get drilled by a big uncut cock. After denying myself the pleasure of being a bottom boy, I want to take it for the team, one or two at a time,” Brad said.
**
This was the first time since the fire for most of the lofties to be showering together. The free love was very much in evidence. Danny soaped Brad’s curvaceous cock with one hand while soaping James love hole with the other.
“I told Brad about the case of the hornies we had for each other at your folks and he got hot for you so please make him happy, then I’ll ride your classic cock and moan like I wanted to last night,” Danny said.
“Thank you for giving my ass a night off from the Loch Ness monster, Danny.”
“Has anyone heard what Jesse’s going to do?” Vlad asked.
“Shit, I forgot to tell you guys. He hooked up with John Donaldson, the butcher, yesterday on Church. John invited him for a beer at Woody’s. A beer became about eight or ten as Jesse poured his heart out to John about how he destroyed his relationship with Scott, leaving no option but to fly home to Oz and walk away from his scholarship. John felt really sorry for his plight, comforted Jesse when he cried and they ended up closing the bar and Jesse accepted a place to stay for the night which was steps from the bar, handy considering how much they consumed. I got this from John, who called before noon. I could hear the smile on his face as he confessed to making love, and having the best sex of his life. Anyway, he asked Jesse if he would like to live with him if they split the food bill, and was thrilled to bits when Jesse accepted the offer. He is cleaning out his closet to make room for Jesse’s stuff and wondered if Scott was going to hate him for taking Jesse, and could they get a cab and pick up Jesse’s things later today, so I went out on a limb and told him it would be fine,” Brad said.
“That worked out well. Scott didn’t even have to kick him out,” Vlad said.
**
“I need to make a hoodie/bath robe sample. Ryan, can I borrow your bath robe for a template?” Vlad asked.
“Sure, you’ll find it and a hoodie in YOUR closet,” Ryan said, with a touch of sarcasm.
“I caught you subtle hint, my dear. New rule: by the power invested in me by Scott, when you guys get Jesse’s stuff into the truck, you can move yours to your new closet. I’ll even help,” Vlad declared.
“I guess that means no more secret rendezvous in the closet with you. We are officially out. And since we are, I had an idea while talking to Scott. He tells me you have a grandmother in Ukraine that you really like. Why don’t you invite her to our wedding? You haven’t invited anybody and Scott told me that you get along great with her. The worst she can do is say “no” if she isn’t comfortable,” Ryan said.
“Baby, she is more of a mother to me than my real mom. Could we offer her the guest suite? Would you guys be comfortable? I mean she might decide to get a hotel suite which she can well afford but it would be nice to make the offer,” Vlad said.
All the guys gave Vlad their hug of support. He beamed with happiness and said he would talk to Scott. The talk of grandmothers and closets took the horniness out of the shower, so the bed didn’t get used -- just yet.
**
Vlad made a paper pattern using Ryan’s bath robe but he took one of his own hoodies apart to pattern it. It had some burns on it from the fire and he gladly trashed it so as not to be reminded of the fire. He pinned the hood onto the bath robe to get an idea of how it would look, and got Ryan to try it on. Pleased with the results, he hauled his sewing machine down to the library along with the roll of fabric received from O’Bryden which looked like a shiny lycra but was like a terrycloth on the flip side. He measured the sleeves and made a paper sleeve pattern. The gang was going to load the truck, drop Jesse’s belongings off then go for a bite. Vlad excused himself because he was too busy to go.
The main part of the bath robe was mostly rectangular, so he rolled out enough fabric for that and placed his template on the fabric, butting the hoodie template to the top of the robe so it could be part of the garment without having to sew it on. There was room for the sleeve pieces without wasting much fabric, and enough left over for a robe tie and a pocket. He then securely pinned the template pieces to the fabric, and with scissors, cut around the pattern leaving extra for seams and hems. Break time.
Vlad prepared an email for Réjeanne and Marie including the credit application and a letter requesting a copy of the deed, survey, property tax receipts, and employment confirmation, asking them to scan and email back so he can get started on it, but would need the original copies signed and witnessed. Before he sent it, he phoned Scott to tell him Jesse was going to be moving out this afternoon, and to talk to him about having his grandmother for the wedding, and naturally to tell him he was ready to email the paperwork to the twin’s mom and aunt to get the ball rolling.
**
“That was quick. If you can, get the guys to clear out Jesse’s belongings from his closet and desk. Back up his Mac laptop and transfer everything to his PC. Could Robb take it all to him in the truck? We will see him for the wedding if he is comfortable coming. Vlad, you are dynamite. I feel useless as tits on a bull lying here, taking the odd lesson, and having doctors look at me like I’m out of my mind. At least I haven’t had any more since Bach’s Sinfonia from Cantata 29 this morning but the next time I want him to teach me Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring or Widor’s Toccata from the 5th symphony, depending on my mood, and if he has music. I think it would be great if she could be here for the big event. Do you think she will come?”
“If she isn’t busy, I’m sure she will. I’ll call her and let you know.”
“She can use the guest room. Is she hard to understand?” I asked.
“Her name is Yulia but answers to Julie. It’s hard to pinpoint her accent because she speaks so many languages. In any event it’s not that strong because she travelled so much on the concert tour when younger. She is easy to understand,” Vlad said.
**
“Здрастуйте, бабка Юленька це Влад.” (Hi, grandma Yulenka it's Vlad.)
"Мій прекрасний хлопчик Сашко! Ваш український акцент звучить жахливо, так що давайте говорити по-англійськи.” (My beautiful boy Sasha! Your Ukrainian accent sounds horrible, so let's talk in English.)
“Thanks Yulia -- I hope I didn’t wake you because I have so much to tell you, and university starts tomorrow. I’ve met a few really nice boys in Toronto and we are all living in a beautiful loft downtown, not far from the campus. Remember when I was in Europe this summer I was tired much of the time? One of my loftmates took care of me, got me to the hospital and I made him my legal guardian so we could get my medical records sent from Ottawa to the hospital in Toronto. Sure enough, the leukaemia had returned. I told Scott I wouldn’t go through all that sickness and pain associated with chemotherapy so he promised to take care of me. I’m taking hundreds of vitamin pills and other things and I feel 100% now, like it just went away,” Vlad said.
“Sasha, you are the son I never had. We are very close, but you have never discussed certain personal information. You know you can tell me anything. Can I tell you the reason your grandfather and I only had one child, your mother? It appears the wolf was patrolling the wrong chicken coup I think they say...”
“Barking up the wrong tree?”
“Yes, Sasha, yes, that is the expression!”
“Um, Yulia, I will be marrying a boy. Please don’t be...”
“Aha, so you are to marry Scott? Well congratulations Mr. Volodymyrovich. I’m glad you are comfortable in your own skin. I’ve suspected since you were a boy, Sasha, but it wasn’t my place to confront you, and it is not a problem for me. You came by it honestly,” she laughed.
“Thanks for that, but it isn’t Scott I’m marrying. I love him, he loves me, but he introduced me to the most wonderful good-looking swim team member, figure skater, and life-guard at the pool. He is also an accomplished classical pianist. I’ll email a photo of him in a bathing suit. His name is Ryan Roberts. It was love at first sight. As for Scott, he had an unfortunate accident. We were all at his summer place including his boyfriend Jesse who was jealous of me. I made flaming saginaki as a starter course and when I lit it and was carrying it to the table, Jesse tripped me, I lost my grip on the pan, the flames started a fire, the fire extinguisher wouldn’t work, so we all ran out except Scott who went to get a gold chain I gave him days before for a friendship gift. I had to rescue him, dragging him out of the burning building. Unfortunately, he inhaled so much smoke that they think one of his lungs may collapse. He is in hospital in critical care and has died three times since Saturday night but they resuscitated him. We have a large organ under construction for Robb, one of our other loftmates who wanted to sing opera, but for reasons too involved to tell you now is switching to organ performance. Scott is determined to be out of the hospital on Friday when the installation begins.”
“What have you done about wedding rings, Sasha?”
“Gosh Yulia, I completely forgot about the rings. Ryan’s mother is helping with the planning. I should ask her...”
“Just give me your ring sizes, and let me take care of the rings. I will send them to you...”
“Oh God, that’s why I’m phoning. The wedding is on the Saturday before the second Monday of October -- it’s Canadian Thanksgiving, and I want you to come. I’m not asking mom or dad. It’s a month away. Could you make it? We have a spare room with its own bathroom if you want to be close to the action, or there are plenty of hotels like the Royal York a short cab ride away,” Vlad said.
“I’ll be there, Sasha. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m so excited. What do you guys need for a present? A new car? Tell me, I like to spoil my grandson who I think of as my very own son,” she said.
“Ryan will be using a portable digital piano keyboard for practice. It would be nice for him to have a real piano...”
“Do you have room for a 9 foot concert -- a Steinway or Mason & Hamlin or just a 7 foot? American pianos have proved themselves but some prefer the touch of a Yamaha or Kawai” she added.
“Grandma, the loft is over 450 square metres so there is plenty of space, but aren’t those expensive?”
“So, is Ryan worth keeping? A proper piano is a family heirloom. You don’t trade piano for another and you won’t trade Ryan either. My dear Sasha, every time he plays the piano he will love you more. I’m so impressed with your unselfish attitude! Your grandfather gave me this Bechstein when we bought a house. Every time I sit at it, I remember what a prince he was. When you aren’t rushed, take Ryan to reputable dealers to try different pianos. Don’t hurry. Tell him to take music with him. He only needs one piano and should wait until he is sure he found the right one. I’ll transfer $50,000 and I’ll get the rest to you when you know what you’re getting. Maybe you want to buy a house just for the two of you. It’s entirely up to you and Ryan. If you decide to buy a piano, take an impartial technician with you. Perhaps Ryan knows a good one,” she said.
“Yulia, let me know when and what time you will arrive and if I can, I’ll pick you up at the airport. I’m so excited and I know Ryan will be too!” Vlad said.
“My dear boy, you will have plenty to keep you busy. I’ll take a limo. It’ll be easier all around. I’ll email you with a sketch of the rings I propose. Let me know if you approve, or tell me what you want, the stones and settings, colour, anything else, and the sizes. I’ll need your address too. And finally, I’m very happy for you boys,” she said.
**
Vlad was floating above ground after his talk with grandma, playing some classical piano music on the audio system, and treating himself to some juice to celebrate, all alone as the rest of the group went for some lunch. His thoughts of Ryan overwhelmed him when Chopin’s Etude Op.10 No.3 'Tristesse' came on, as Ryan had played it from memory when he showed Vlad his baby grand. Yulia often played for “Sasha” when he visited the old country. She had a promising career as a concert pianist until she became pregnant with Vlad’s mother. Vlad felt a little guilt for quitting his lessons while still in grade school but Scott’s laser-like focus on the organ, and now with the possibility of having a concert grand to play, unlike the apartment upright his parents had, would surely be an inducement. Perhaps Robb could be his teacher, however he wasn’t ruling out organ.
Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata made him want the piano, but he would let Ryan make that decision even though in convoluted logic it was Vlad indirectly who was paying for it. It would come out of his inherence.
His mind went back to Scott, wondering if he had any more lessons today. He shuddered at the thought, and he decided to introduce himself to Kevin by text as a friend of Scott Williams, saying he wanted to talk to him when he was able to talk privately. In a minute he got a reply, “I’m alone again naturally and sitting at the park wondering what’s in store when I return to work on Tuesday. Can u phone me now?”
The message sounded ominous so Vlad called him right away.
“Kevin, It’s Vlad, one of Scott’s loftmates. Scott was in a fire and has breathing issues. He’s in the hospital now but really wants to come home on Friday. One of his lungs is in danger of collapsing and he has stopped breathing a few times. His heart also stopped so he needs someone to take care of him for awhile.”
“Oh no! He was so fit when I saw him and the twins not long ago. That is terrible news. What can I do to help?”
“Scott told me you worked at the bank with Adam until he left there. Actually, the twins are staying at my condo in Ottawa while they are in school. Are you still with the bank? Your text sounded ominous,” Vlad said.
“As I was leaving on Friday afternoon, my supervisor told me I had an interview in HR Tuesday morning at 9:00 and he wasn’t smiling. I cannae think I’m being fired but I don’t know what’s up. Mr. Collins always told me I was doing a good job but that doesn’t help me now that he’s dead. I’d be happy to be Scott’s caregiver until he’s back on his feet. I could watch over him from 6:00pm till 8:00 am and all weekend if I could stay with him. He is a nice guy,” Kevin said.
“That might work. Can you let me know what’s up when you have your meeting and tell me if you could handle it, and how much you need to be paid?”
“Paid? I’d be happy to help out Scott in any way if I could move in with you guys, and if you feed me. Depending on your definition of “handling Scott” we already did that in your hot tub with the twins. Vlad, I’m very lonely. I had a major crush on Adam. I’m not out and my parents are strict Presbyterians. I know I’m gay but they treat me like a 12 year old. I’d love to be with you guys just to be able to talk in a positive environment without any worries,” Kevin said.
“I’m sure we can work something out. Scott was very impressed with you. The only other thing I need to investigate is if Aaron could get out of his job at the restaurant, and if Adam would let him come to Toronto. They are very close and have never been apart. I’m thinking he could take care of Scott during the days. So Kevin, text me when you know what’s happening. We are all back to college tomorrow and we are all on the swim team. Do you have Face Time or Skype? I’d like to connect your voice to a face if it isn’t too much trouble,” Vlad asked.
Instantly they were watching each other talk.
“Scott said you were handsome and I have to agree,” Vlad said.
“You’re really hot yourself! I look forward to meeting you and the team,” Kevin said.
**
Vlad missed the twins so he checked Porter Air online for seats on flights from Ottawa to Toronto.
“Hey Aaron, it’s your slumlord in Toronto. Did they give you the day off?” Vlad asked.
“No rest for the wickedly horny. We had 2 people call in sick today. It was supposed to be my day off but they asked if I could work, so I just came home for a shower and a shirt change, and clean underwear in case I’m in an accident. So yeah, lunch was filled to capacity and there’s a wait list for dinner reservations tonight. Ya know, all these rich bitches coming back from their palatial estates in the Gatineau’s where they’ve been working hard on their tans all summer and when they get home, what do they make for dinner? A bloody reservation! But I don’t mind. I know how to work the room for good tips when it’s crowded. Honestly I love the work and I’m learning so much. So how is Scott? I saw his face twice today like he was in front of me,” Aaron said.
“He is making the best of a bad situation. Could you get time off work for a week or two? He wants to come home from the hospital on Friday but I don’t think he is ready. He would pay you to be with him until he’s out of the danger zone. I checked Porter and they have seat availability,” Vlad said.
“Really? I want to be with him. My schedule is loose. I told them I wanted some experience before school starts. I tell them every Wednesday what days and shifts I’m available for, so nothing is booked past Wednesday. I could fly or drive. If you think Scott needs me until your wedding, I’ll drive so the car will be in Toronto for the trip back with Olivier and my sex maniac twin. Chris has a family obligation that weekend so he can’t make it, but let me tell ya, the way Adam’s been giving him a good ass pounding most nights, the boy is gonna have to go in for a retread. Meanwhile, Olivier and I get very creative with cam sex. He is great with camera work showing me close ups and he cums like a volcano. When I meet him I’m gonna do him as soon as I see him. So Vlad, I can come Thursday afternoon. Should I figure on staying until Thanksgiving?” Aaron asked.
“Will Adam be okay with you being apart for a month?”
“If you saw him and Chris going at each other, you’d know he won’t know I left.”
“His former friend Kevin from the bank has tentatively volunteered to watch over him after work. He will move in for as long as Scott needs him. I think it would be good for Scott to have you here so fly or drive, the choice is yours. We’ll pay you back for the airfare. You have the key -- let yourself in. Let me know when you are coming. We expect long swim practices and will be tired and passive hint, hint,” Vlad said.
“I’ll wear my T-shirt with the screw on it.”
“Go easy on Scott as our roles are reversed. I’m his mother now.”
**
Vlad was on a roll today but wanted to finish his sewing project while things were quiet. He switched the music to the speakers in the library and continued with the garment.
**
“Vlad? We brought you a burger! Where are you?”
Ryan found the love of his life hard at work behind the whirring sewing machine but he was drowned out by the sound level of piano music wafting from the loudspeakers.
“I brought you some lunch. God only knows when dinner will be ready,” Ryan said.
“Thanks baby. Sorry, I was in my own little world and didn’t hear you come in. Have a seat and I’ll tell you about my unbelievable day. Kevin is going to look after Scott and will be here Friday, I think, and Aaron is hotfooting it back on Thursday and can stay until the wedding. Yulia is coming to our wedding and wants to supply our rings. She’s in the business and would be upset if we rejected her offer, besides, it sounds like she has something pretty special in mind, not just some gold bands. The other thing she asked was what we want for a wedding gift, like a new car. It’s a nice offer but she is really special to me and ten years from now the car isn’t going to be special so I told her you’ve been studying piano and would be able to use a digital but a real one would be more in keeping with the classical music you play. She asked If we had room for a 9 foot concert grand or just a 7 foot,” Vlad said.
“You’re shittin’ me? You’re lucky to get a used New York Steinway model D concert for $100,000. A 7 foot B might be $60,000. Mason and Hamlin of Boston are beautiful and somewhat more affordable. The CC is over 9 ft and they’re noted for full, rich bass. I’ve played both casually and they are both good. The 7 foot models have a lighter touch but both sizes of both makes give me a boner, not that I’m bitching about my Heintzman baby grand but it’s like comparing a Ford to a Mercedes. I’ve never heard you play. How would a top of the line piano be an appropriate gift for you? I mean I’m blown away that you would suggest it. Come here...”
The boys locked lips, hugged, ground together and when neither could conceal their excitement, Vlad locked the door and kissed Ryan lower and lower until the pants needed to be gone. The large scale leather sofa was the right size for their oral exercise.
“I think we both needed that,” Ryan confessed, as he wiped something from the corner of his mouth.
“It’s nice when it’s just the two of us. I can concentrate on how much you mean to me, how lucky we are to be together, and damn, I’m going all emo on you...”
Ryan grabbed more tissues from the desk and gave them to Vlad.
“I know, it’s Scott. You’ve sublimated by working your fingers to the bone trying to juggle Scott’s balls in perpetual motion like he does, and I think you’re doing a great job of it. Let’s just sit here and talk with a little help from the Scotch cabinet. Why don’t you pour us something? We are all going to be super busy. All our lives were changed with the fire. We need to put anything on the back burner that’s not currently essential. Since Scott is likely off the team, the combined beer bash and pig roast for the swim team, gymnastics, and diving teams which was to take place the Saturday we are getting married -- I suggest we postpone it until the Spring. I think with your grandmother coming from Europe, we upscaled our wedding. I know she is your other mother along with Scott, and I really look forward to spending some time with her.
I’ve gone window shopping with my piano teacher a few times, taken test drives whenever I can and I’m fairly knowledgeable about buying used pianos. I also have a piano tuner/technician who I would want to look over any piano I’m seriously considering. I don’t need a Steinway concert grand. They are essential in a hall seating 2000 people and playing with a symphony orchestra. They tend to be brighter. An excellent choice would be a Baldwin model D concert grand. Their production was highly rated especially in the 1970’s, although they aren’t making new ones anymore. One really sweet piano is the Knabe semi concert grand which is an 8 ft, a foot shorter than a full concert grand and a foot longer than a Mason & Hamlin 7’ or Steinway B. Having said that, both the Mason & Hamlin and Baldwin 9’ concert grands have fabulous bass but don’t command as high a resale price like a Steinway. What it ultimately comes down to is the condition, sound, and touch of a particular piano. Even pianos made at the same time in the same factory can be different as night and day. Every serious classical pianist has a life’s ambition -- to have a concert grand. It would matter to me more if I found the right one for me even if it wasn’t a full concert grand. Like a 7-½ foot Shigaru Kawai would sing to me just fine but they are mega-bucks. Their mission is to prove that Japan can build with the very best of America, Germany, Austria, and Italy. There’s a huge market in California for good quality used grands and a trip might be worthwhile before spending USD30,000 to 40,000,” Ryan said.
“Wow, Ryan, I’ve never heard you talk so much about pianos. I don’t know much about them but I hear passion in your voice...”
Once you get me talking pianos you can’t shut me up. Piano, skating, swimming, and working out on my Bowflex are the things in my life that got me through high school. The Mustang helped too.” Ryan chuckled, “but in all seriousness I’m worried about Scott too but worried about you more. I think back to Scott juggling everything to avoid dealing with his parent’s deaths, until he had a melt-down at the cottage. At least you have me, so if you think you’re coming apart at the seams, use me, baby. We should talk about the elephant in the room, like are there plans if the worst thing imaginable happens?”
“We took care of that while we were in Ottawa and completed the paperwork the day before Jesse’s thermonuclear fusion reaction. I’m not going into details at this time but I will tell you that Scott’s foresight was essentially the same as my wishes. All you guys can stay here, and there is even provision should any of us need financial help with our education. We set up a charitable foundation for that and possibly a scholarship for a like minded team member down the road if anyone leaves. Our business venture is an offshoot of the planning. In short, we trust each other with our lives,” Vlad said.
“About that elephant ...”
“I really believe Scott, as crazy as it sounds. I’m atheist and believe Scott is too. He doesn’t seem to care if the doctors look for medical reasons to explain. He is too specific to be recalling a dream. We will know when we get the organ. If he can play those pieces, we will know it really happened to him. The other strange part of it is Scott shows no fear of dying and even looks forward to dying more often so he can bounce from here to the hereafter to learn more scores. It’s crazy. We all need to become closer so he knows we’re there for him,” Vlad said.
“I’m absolutely certain he knows, but all of us should pay him a visit. It’ll be good for us should things not...” Ryan said, as he wrapped his arms around Vlad.
“Let’s go downstairs so I can nuke this burger then maybe we can soak,” Vlad said.
To be continued ...
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Previously:
“No more than I want to, but I’ll settle for a few kisses.”
We could have pulled the curtain around for privacy but the urgency precluded it. We were both boned to the max. The love attached to the kisses was exciting as was peering into those clear, crystal blue eyes.
“Get the Hell well, Scott. Vlad and I want to make love to you. We’ll make room for Aaron. I’ll call or text you regarding Aaron.”
With a squeeze of Scott’s leg, Ryan was gone, leaving Scott with a silly grin on his face.
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**
“Hey sweetheart, I’m heading home from the hospital. Be there in 20 minutes. Want me to pick up anything?” Ryan asked.
“Robb and I tossed around the idea of going for lunch in the village. Does that work for you?”
“Sounds good to me, Vlad. See you soon.”
Ryan’s throaty black Mustang GT followed James and Danny down the ramp to the parking garage. They parked their cars and Ryan helped carry the contents of a well loaded Fusion to the elevator. A group hug ensued when the door closed.
“I just talked to Vlad. We are going to head over to Church Street to grab a burger and a beer. Coming?”
“Can do. We both need a shower first unless you want us to get kicked out of the restaurant. Will Brad be there?” Danny asked.
“Beats me,” Ryan confessed. “Everyone is running around in circles and nobody has any answers. We all need to talk over lunch to see who is doing what to whom.”
“Mom and dad wanted to get home Sunday night so I was forced to stay with James and share his sagging ¾ bed which had us rolling to the centre. You guys have any idea how hard it is to not moan when you really need to?” Danny said. “I’m looking forward to a noisy night with Brad. Knock on the wall if we prevent you from sleeping!”
Danny tossed his belongings into PH2, and, finding Brad on the terrace, invited him for lunch after a shower with James.
“Am I invited for the shower too, because I’m hornier than a two-peckered owl?” Ryan asked.
“Hey, that was going to be my line. I helped James until 10:30 last night so he could get away this morning. We were both horny, starting off with a 69 with a somewhat Stilton cheese flavour which was an incredible turn-on. After we swapped cum we were ready for more, so I rammed my cock all the way in while covering his mouth so his screams wouldn’t wake his folks. When I shot my load into him, we flip fucked, and he left me in a very wet condition. The best part was sleeping cock-to-cock, hard all night. He didn’t have to ask twice for road head on the way home,” Danny said.
“You left out the part where you rimmed him.”
“The walls are thin and the bathroom door is like 2 sheets of paper laminated to long tongue depressors. Besides, he did the honours on me first. You aren’t mad at me, are you?”
“Don’t be silly. I’d like to have an all-nighter with James too. Tonight, however, it’s you and me. If you want cheese, order a pizza or invite James for the night.”
“Maybe we’ll do dirties in the shower.
**
“Is lunch still on, James?” Danny asked.
“It is. Vlad, Robb, and Ryan just took a load of my stuff up to my closet. We can take the rest and join them for a shower,” James said.
“After our shower I want to muss up your bed and hopefully get drilled by a big uncut cock. After denying myself the pleasure of being a bottom boy, I want to take it for the team, one or two at a time,” Brad said.
**
This was the first time since the fire for most of the lofties to be showering together. The free love was very much in evidence. Danny soaped Brad’s curvaceous cock with one hand while soaping James love hole with the other.
“I told Brad about the case of the hornies we had for each other at your folks and he got hot for you so please make him happy, then I’ll ride your classic cock and moan like I wanted to last night,” Danny said.
“Thank you for giving my ass a night off from the Loch Ness monster, Danny.”
“Has anyone heard what Jesse’s going to do?” Vlad asked.
“Shit, I forgot to tell you guys. He hooked up with John Donaldson, the butcher, yesterday on Church. John invited him for a beer at Woody’s. A beer became about eight or ten as Jesse poured his heart out to John about how he destroyed his relationship with Scott, leaving no option but to fly home to Oz and walk away from his scholarship. John felt really sorry for his plight, comforted Jesse when he cried and they ended up closing the bar and Jesse accepted a place to stay for the night which was steps from the bar, handy considering how much they consumed. I got this from John, who called before noon. I could hear the smile on his face as he confessed to making love, and having the best sex of his life. Anyway, he asked Jesse if he would like to live with him if they split the food bill, and was thrilled to bits when Jesse accepted the offer. He is cleaning out his closet to make room for Jesse’s stuff and wondered if Scott was going to hate him for taking Jesse, and could they get a cab and pick up Jesse’s things later today, so I went out on a limb and told him it would be fine,” Brad said.
“That worked out well. Scott didn’t even have to kick him out,” Vlad said.
**
“I need to make a hoodie/bath robe sample. Ryan, can I borrow your bath robe for a template?” Vlad asked.
“Sure, you’ll find it and a hoodie in YOUR closet,” Ryan said, with a touch of sarcasm.
“I caught you subtle hint, my dear. New rule: by the power invested in me by Scott, when you guys get Jesse’s stuff into the truck, you can move yours to your new closet. I’ll even help,” Vlad declared.
“I guess that means no more secret rendezvous in the closet with you. We are officially out. And since we are, I had an idea while talking to Scott. He tells me you have a grandmother in Ukraine that you really like. Why don’t you invite her to our wedding? You haven’t invited anybody and Scott told me that you get along great with her. The worst she can do is say “no” if she isn’t comfortable,” Ryan said.
“Baby, she is more of a mother to me than my real mom. Could we offer her the guest suite? Would you guys be comfortable? I mean she might decide to get a hotel suite which she can well afford but it would be nice to make the offer,” Vlad said.
All the guys gave Vlad their hug of support. He beamed with happiness and said he would talk to Scott. The talk of grandmothers and closets took the horniness out of the shower, so the bed didn’t get used -- just yet.
**
Vlad made a paper pattern using Ryan’s bath robe but he took one of his own hoodies apart to pattern it. It had some burns on it from the fire and he gladly trashed it so as not to be reminded of the fire. He pinned the hood onto the bath robe to get an idea of how it would look, and got Ryan to try it on. Pleased with the results, he hauled his sewing machine down to the library along with the roll of fabric received from O’Bryden which looked like a shiny lycra but was like a terrycloth on the flip side. He measured the sleeves and made a paper sleeve pattern. The gang was going to load the truck, drop Jesse’s belongings off then go for a bite. Vlad excused himself because he was too busy to go.
The main part of the bath robe was mostly rectangular, so he rolled out enough fabric for that and placed his template on the fabric, butting the hoodie template to the top of the robe so it could be part of the garment without having to sew it on. There was room for the sleeve pieces without wasting much fabric, and enough left over for a robe tie and a pocket. He then securely pinned the template pieces to the fabric, and with scissors, cut around the pattern leaving extra for seams and hems. Break time.
Vlad prepared an email for Réjeanne and Marie including the credit application and a letter requesting a copy of the deed, survey, property tax receipts, and employment confirmation, asking them to scan and email back so he can get started on it, but would need the original copies signed and witnessed. Before he sent it, he phoned Scott to tell him Jesse was going to be moving out this afternoon, and to talk to him about having his grandmother for the wedding, and naturally to tell him he was ready to email the paperwork to the twin’s mom and aunt to get the ball rolling.
**
“That was quick. If you can, get the guys to clear out Jesse’s belongings from his closet and desk. Back up his Mac laptop and transfer everything to his PC. Could Robb take it all to him in the truck? We will see him for the wedding if he is comfortable coming. Vlad, you are dynamite. I feel useless as tits on a bull lying here, taking the odd lesson, and having doctors look at me like I’m out of my mind. At least I haven’t had any more since Bach’s Sinfonia from Cantata 29 this morning but the next time I want him to teach me Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring or Widor’s Toccata from the 5th symphony, depending on my mood, and if he has music. I think it would be great if she could be here for the big event. Do you think she will come?”
“If she isn’t busy, I’m sure she will. I’ll call her and let you know.”
“She can use the guest room. Is she hard to understand?” I asked.
“Her name is Yulia but answers to Julie. It’s hard to pinpoint her accent because she speaks so many languages. In any event it’s not that strong because she travelled so much on the concert tour when younger. She is easy to understand,” Vlad said.
**
“Здрастуйте, бабка Юленька це Влад.” (Hi, grandma Yulenka it's Vlad.)
"Мій прекрасний хлопчик Сашко! Ваш український акцент звучить жахливо, так що давайте говорити по-англійськи.” (My beautiful boy Sasha! Your Ukrainian accent sounds horrible, so let's talk in English.)
“Thanks Yulia -- I hope I didn’t wake you because I have so much to tell you, and university starts tomorrow. I’ve met a few really nice boys in Toronto and we are all living in a beautiful loft downtown, not far from the campus. Remember when I was in Europe this summer I was tired much of the time? One of my loftmates took care of me, got me to the hospital and I made him my legal guardian so we could get my medical records sent from Ottawa to the hospital in Toronto. Sure enough, the leukaemia had returned. I told Scott I wouldn’t go through all that sickness and pain associated with chemotherapy so he promised to take care of me. I’m taking hundreds of vitamin pills and other things and I feel 100% now, like it just went away,” Vlad said.
“Sasha, you are the son I never had. We are very close, but you have never discussed certain personal information. You know you can tell me anything. Can I tell you the reason your grandfather and I only had one child, your mother? It appears the wolf was patrolling the wrong chicken coup I think they say...”
“Barking up the wrong tree?”
“Yes, Sasha, yes, that is the expression!”
“Um, Yulia, I will be marrying a boy. Please don’t be...”
“Aha, so you are to marry Scott? Well congratulations Mr. Volodymyrovich. I’m glad you are comfortable in your own skin. I’ve suspected since you were a boy, Sasha, but it wasn’t my place to confront you, and it is not a problem for me. You came by it honestly,” she laughed.
“Thanks for that, but it isn’t Scott I’m marrying. I love him, he loves me, but he introduced me to the most wonderful good-looking swim team member, figure skater, and life-guard at the pool. He is also an accomplished classical pianist. I’ll email a photo of him in a bathing suit. His name is Ryan Roberts. It was love at first sight. As for Scott, he had an unfortunate accident. We were all at his summer place including his boyfriend Jesse who was jealous of me. I made flaming saginaki as a starter course and when I lit it and was carrying it to the table, Jesse tripped me, I lost my grip on the pan, the flames started a fire, the fire extinguisher wouldn’t work, so we all ran out except Scott who went to get a gold chain I gave him days before for a friendship gift. I had to rescue him, dragging him out of the burning building. Unfortunately, he inhaled so much smoke that they think one of his lungs may collapse. He is in hospital in critical care and has died three times since Saturday night but they resuscitated him. We have a large organ under construction for Robb, one of our other loftmates who wanted to sing opera, but for reasons too involved to tell you now is switching to organ performance. Scott is determined to be out of the hospital on Friday when the installation begins.”
“What have you done about wedding rings, Sasha?”
“Gosh Yulia, I completely forgot about the rings. Ryan’s mother is helping with the planning. I should ask her...”
“Just give me your ring sizes, and let me take care of the rings. I will send them to you...”
“Oh God, that’s why I’m phoning. The wedding is on the Saturday before the second Monday of October -- it’s Canadian Thanksgiving, and I want you to come. I’m not asking mom or dad. It’s a month away. Could you make it? We have a spare room with its own bathroom if you want to be close to the action, or there are plenty of hotels like the Royal York a short cab ride away,” Vlad said.
“I’ll be there, Sasha. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m so excited. What do you guys need for a present? A new car? Tell me, I like to spoil my grandson who I think of as my very own son,” she said.
“Ryan will be using a portable digital piano keyboard for practice. It would be nice for him to have a real piano...”
“Do you have room for a 9 foot concert -- a Steinway or Mason & Hamlin or just a 7 foot? American pianos have proved themselves but some prefer the touch of a Yamaha or Kawai” she added.
“Grandma, the loft is over 450 square metres so there is plenty of space, but aren’t those expensive?”
“So, is Ryan worth keeping? A proper piano is a family heirloom. You don’t trade piano for another and you won’t trade Ryan either. My dear Sasha, every time he plays the piano he will love you more. I’m so impressed with your unselfish attitude! Your grandfather gave me this Bechstein when we bought a house. Every time I sit at it, I remember what a prince he was. When you aren’t rushed, take Ryan to reputable dealers to try different pianos. Don’t hurry. Tell him to take music with him. He only needs one piano and should wait until he is sure he found the right one. I’ll transfer $50,000 and I’ll get the rest to you when you know what you’re getting. Maybe you want to buy a house just for the two of you. It’s entirely up to you and Ryan. If you decide to buy a piano, take an impartial technician with you. Perhaps Ryan knows a good one,” she said.
“Yulia, let me know when and what time you will arrive and if I can, I’ll pick you up at the airport. I’m so excited and I know Ryan will be too!” Vlad said.
“My dear boy, you will have plenty to keep you busy. I’ll take a limo. It’ll be easier all around. I’ll email you with a sketch of the rings I propose. Let me know if you approve, or tell me what you want, the stones and settings, colour, anything else, and the sizes. I’ll need your address too. And finally, I’m very happy for you boys,” she said.
**
Vlad was floating above ground after his talk with grandma, playing some classical piano music on the audio system, and treating himself to some juice to celebrate, all alone as the rest of the group went for some lunch. His thoughts of Ryan overwhelmed him when Chopin’s Etude Op.10 No.3 'Tristesse' came on, as Ryan had played it from memory when he showed Vlad his baby grand. Yulia often played for “Sasha” when he visited the old country. She had a promising career as a concert pianist until she became pregnant with Vlad’s mother. Vlad felt a little guilt for quitting his lessons while still in grade school but Scott’s laser-like focus on the organ, and now with the possibility of having a concert grand to play, unlike the apartment upright his parents had, would surely be an inducement. Perhaps Robb could be his teacher, however he wasn’t ruling out organ.
Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata made him want the piano, but he would let Ryan make that decision even though in convoluted logic it was Vlad indirectly who was paying for it. It would come out of his inherence.
His mind went back to Scott, wondering if he had any more lessons today. He shuddered at the thought, and he decided to introduce himself to Kevin by text as a friend of Scott Williams, saying he wanted to talk to him when he was able to talk privately. In a minute he got a reply, “I’m alone again naturally and sitting at the park wondering what’s in store when I return to work on Tuesday. Can u phone me now?”
The message sounded ominous so Vlad called him right away.
“Kevin, It’s Vlad, one of Scott’s loftmates. Scott was in a fire and has breathing issues. He’s in the hospital now but really wants to come home on Friday. One of his lungs is in danger of collapsing and he has stopped breathing a few times. His heart also stopped so he needs someone to take care of him for awhile.”
“Oh no! He was so fit when I saw him and the twins not long ago. That is terrible news. What can I do to help?”
“Scott told me you worked at the bank with Adam until he left there. Actually, the twins are staying at my condo in Ottawa while they are in school. Are you still with the bank? Your text sounded ominous,” Vlad said.
“As I was leaving on Friday afternoon, my supervisor told me I had an interview in HR Tuesday morning at 9:00 and he wasn’t smiling. I cannae think I’m being fired but I don’t know what’s up. Mr. Collins always told me I was doing a good job but that doesn’t help me now that he’s dead. I’d be happy to be Scott’s caregiver until he’s back on his feet. I could watch over him from 6:00pm till 8:00 am and all weekend if I could stay with him. He is a nice guy,” Kevin said.
“That might work. Can you let me know what’s up when you have your meeting and tell me if you could handle it, and how much you need to be paid?”
“Paid? I’d be happy to help out Scott in any way if I could move in with you guys, and if you feed me. Depending on your definition of “handling Scott” we already did that in your hot tub with the twins. Vlad, I’m very lonely. I had a major crush on Adam. I’m not out and my parents are strict Presbyterians. I know I’m gay but they treat me like a 12 year old. I’d love to be with you guys just to be able to talk in a positive environment without any worries,” Kevin said.
“I’m sure we can work something out. Scott was very impressed with you. The only other thing I need to investigate is if Aaron could get out of his job at the restaurant, and if Adam would let him come to Toronto. They are very close and have never been apart. I’m thinking he could take care of Scott during the days. So Kevin, text me when you know what’s happening. We are all back to college tomorrow and we are all on the swim team. Do you have Face Time or Skype? I’d like to connect your voice to a face if it isn’t too much trouble,” Vlad asked.
Instantly they were watching each other talk.
“Scott said you were handsome and I have to agree,” Vlad said.
“You’re really hot yourself! I look forward to meeting you and the team,” Kevin said.
**
Vlad missed the twins so he checked Porter Air online for seats on flights from Ottawa to Toronto.
“Hey Aaron, it’s your slumlord in Toronto. Did they give you the day off?” Vlad asked.
“No rest for the wickedly horny. We had 2 people call in sick today. It was supposed to be my day off but they asked if I could work, so I just came home for a shower and a shirt change, and clean underwear in case I’m in an accident. So yeah, lunch was filled to capacity and there’s a wait list for dinner reservations tonight. Ya know, all these rich bitches coming back from their palatial estates in the Gatineau’s where they’ve been working hard on their tans all summer and when they get home, what do they make for dinner? A bloody reservation! But I don’t mind. I know how to work the room for good tips when it’s crowded. Honestly I love the work and I’m learning so much. So how is Scott? I saw his face twice today like he was in front of me,” Aaron said.
“He is making the best of a bad situation. Could you get time off work for a week or two? He wants to come home from the hospital on Friday but I don’t think he is ready. He would pay you to be with him until he’s out of the danger zone. I checked Porter and they have seat availability,” Vlad said.
“Really? I want to be with him. My schedule is loose. I told them I wanted some experience before school starts. I tell them every Wednesday what days and shifts I’m available for, so nothing is booked past Wednesday. I could fly or drive. If you think Scott needs me until your wedding, I’ll drive so the car will be in Toronto for the trip back with Olivier and my sex maniac twin. Chris has a family obligation that weekend so he can’t make it, but let me tell ya, the way Adam’s been giving him a good ass pounding most nights, the boy is gonna have to go in for a retread. Meanwhile, Olivier and I get very creative with cam sex. He is great with camera work showing me close ups and he cums like a volcano. When I meet him I’m gonna do him as soon as I see him. So Vlad, I can come Thursday afternoon. Should I figure on staying until Thanksgiving?” Aaron asked.
“Will Adam be okay with you being apart for a month?”
“If you saw him and Chris going at each other, you’d know he won’t know I left.”
“His former friend Kevin from the bank has tentatively volunteered to watch over him after work. He will move in for as long as Scott needs him. I think it would be good for Scott to have you here so fly or drive, the choice is yours. We’ll pay you back for the airfare. You have the key -- let yourself in. Let me know when you are coming. We expect long swim practices and will be tired and passive hint, hint,” Vlad said.
“I’ll wear my T-shirt with the screw on it.”
“Go easy on Scott as our roles are reversed. I’m his mother now.”
**
Vlad was on a roll today but wanted to finish his sewing project while things were quiet. He switched the music to the speakers in the library and continued with the garment.
**
“Vlad? We brought you a burger! Where are you?”
Ryan found the love of his life hard at work behind the whirring sewing machine but he was drowned out by the sound level of piano music wafting from the loudspeakers.
“I brought you some lunch. God only knows when dinner will be ready,” Ryan said.
“Thanks baby. Sorry, I was in my own little world and didn’t hear you come in. Have a seat and I’ll tell you about my unbelievable day. Kevin is going to look after Scott and will be here Friday, I think, and Aaron is hotfooting it back on Thursday and can stay until the wedding. Yulia is coming to our wedding and wants to supply our rings. She’s in the business and would be upset if we rejected her offer, besides, it sounds like she has something pretty special in mind, not just some gold bands. The other thing she asked was what we want for a wedding gift, like a new car. It’s a nice offer but she is really special to me and ten years from now the car isn’t going to be special so I told her you’ve been studying piano and would be able to use a digital but a real one would be more in keeping with the classical music you play. She asked If we had room for a 9 foot concert grand or just a 7 foot,” Vlad said.
“You’re shittin’ me? You’re lucky to get a used New York Steinway model D concert for $100,000. A 7 foot B might be $60,000. Mason and Hamlin of Boston are beautiful and somewhat more affordable. The CC is over 9 ft and they’re noted for full, rich bass. I’ve played both casually and they are both good. The 7 foot models have a lighter touch but both sizes of both makes give me a boner, not that I’m bitching about my Heintzman baby grand but it’s like comparing a Ford to a Mercedes. I’ve never heard you play. How would a top of the line piano be an appropriate gift for you? I mean I’m blown away that you would suggest it. Come here...”
The boys locked lips, hugged, ground together and when neither could conceal their excitement, Vlad locked the door and kissed Ryan lower and lower until the pants needed to be gone. The large scale leather sofa was the right size for their oral exercise.
“I think we both needed that,” Ryan confessed, as he wiped something from the corner of his mouth.
“It’s nice when it’s just the two of us. I can concentrate on how much you mean to me, how lucky we are to be together, and damn, I’m going all emo on you...”
Ryan grabbed more tissues from the desk and gave them to Vlad.
“I know, it’s Scott. You’ve sublimated by working your fingers to the bone trying to juggle Scott’s balls in perpetual motion like he does, and I think you’re doing a great job of it. Let’s just sit here and talk with a little help from the Scotch cabinet. Why don’t you pour us something? We are all going to be super busy. All our lives were changed with the fire. We need to put anything on the back burner that’s not currently essential. Since Scott is likely off the team, the combined beer bash and pig roast for the swim team, gymnastics, and diving teams which was to take place the Saturday we are getting married -- I suggest we postpone it until the Spring. I think with your grandmother coming from Europe, we upscaled our wedding. I know she is your other mother along with Scott, and I really look forward to spending some time with her.
I’ve gone window shopping with my piano teacher a few times, taken test drives whenever I can and I’m fairly knowledgeable about buying used pianos. I also have a piano tuner/technician who I would want to look over any piano I’m seriously considering. I don’t need a Steinway concert grand. They are essential in a hall seating 2000 people and playing with a symphony orchestra. They tend to be brighter. An excellent choice would be a Baldwin model D concert grand. Their production was highly rated especially in the 1970’s, although they aren’t making new ones anymore. One really sweet piano is the Knabe semi concert grand which is an 8 ft, a foot shorter than a full concert grand and a foot longer than a Mason & Hamlin 7’ or Steinway B. Having said that, both the Mason & Hamlin and Baldwin 9’ concert grands have fabulous bass but don’t command as high a resale price like a Steinway. What it ultimately comes down to is the condition, sound, and touch of a particular piano. Even pianos made at the same time in the same factory can be different as night and day. Every serious classical pianist has a life’s ambition -- to have a concert grand. It would matter to me more if I found the right one for me even if it wasn’t a full concert grand. Like a 7-½ foot Shigaru Kawai would sing to me just fine but they are mega-bucks. Their mission is to prove that Japan can build with the very best of America, Germany, Austria, and Italy. There’s a huge market in California for good quality used grands and a trip might be worthwhile before spending USD30,000 to 40,000,” Ryan said.
“Wow, Ryan, I’ve never heard you talk so much about pianos. I don’t know much about them but I hear passion in your voice...”
Once you get me talking pianos you can’t shut me up. Piano, skating, swimming, and working out on my Bowflex are the things in my life that got me through high school. The Mustang helped too.” Ryan chuckled, “but in all seriousness I’m worried about Scott too but worried about you more. I think back to Scott juggling everything to avoid dealing with his parent’s deaths, until he had a melt-down at the cottage. At least you have me, so if you think you’re coming apart at the seams, use me, baby. We should talk about the elephant in the room, like are there plans if the worst thing imaginable happens?”
“We took care of that while we were in Ottawa and completed the paperwork the day before Jesse’s thermonuclear fusion reaction. I’m not going into details at this time but I will tell you that Scott’s foresight was essentially the same as my wishes. All you guys can stay here, and there is even provision should any of us need financial help with our education. We set up a charitable foundation for that and possibly a scholarship for a like minded team member down the road if anyone leaves. Our business venture is an offshoot of the planning. In short, we trust each other with our lives,” Vlad said.
“About that elephant ...”
“I really believe Scott, as crazy as it sounds. I’m atheist and believe Scott is too. He doesn’t seem to care if the doctors look for medical reasons to explain. He is too specific to be recalling a dream. We will know when we get the organ. If he can play those pieces, we will know it really happened to him. The other strange part of it is Scott shows no fear of dying and even looks forward to dying more often so he can bounce from here to the hereafter to learn more scores. It’s crazy. We all need to become closer so he knows we’re there for him,” Vlad said.
“I’m absolutely certain he knows, but all of us should pay him a visit. It’ll be good for us should things not...” Ryan said, as he wrapped his arms around Vlad.
“Let’s go downstairs so I can nuke this burger then maybe we can soak,” Vlad said.
To be continued ...
Sheep,
This is such a powerful chapter in so many ways. With the time between installments it's easy to forget just how much has happened and is still going on.
Thank you for your continuing efforts.
This is such a powerful chapter in so many ways. With the time between installments it's easy to forget just how much has happened and is still going on.
Thank you for your continuing efforts.
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Definite second on the power of this chapter. Looking forward to the next installment.
Knowing that Vlad has certainly not had the easiest circumstances at all, it's truly heartening to see that he's also been quite blessed with some special people who act as angels for him. And that now he also does that for others. His character really shines in this chapter, more than any diamond in the world ever could.
Thanks for the great reading!
Knowing that Vlad has certainly not had the easiest circumstances at all, it's truly heartening to see that he's also been quite blessed with some special people who act as angels for him. And that now he also does that for others. His character really shines in this chapter, more than any diamond in the world ever could.
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It's been AWESOME to catch up with "our" guys!
Things are certainly moving in So many ways, and on So many levels!
THANK YOU!, Dear Sheep, for keeping this story going!
MORE, Please!
Things are certainly moving in So many ways, and on So many levels!
THANK YOU!, Dear Sheep, for keeping this story going!
MORE, Please!
I'm about to post Ch 90. Action is taking place at different places at the same time. I've separated it with a ** and line feed. I hope that this will make reading easier.
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Chapter Ninety
Previously:
“About that elephant ...”
“I really believe Scott, as crazy as it sounds. I’m atheist and believe Scott is too. He doesn’t seem to care if the doctors look for medical reasons to explain. He is too specific to be recalling a dream. We will know when we get the organ. If he can play those pieces, we will know it really happened to him. The other strange part of it is Scott shows no fear of dying and even looks forward to dying more often so he can bounce from here to the hereafter to learn more scores. It’s crazy. We all need to become closer so he knows we’re there for him,” Vlad said.
“I’m absolutely certain he knows, but all of us should pay him a visit. It’ll be good for us should things take a turn...” Ryan said, as he wrapped his arms around Vlad.
“Let’s go downstairs so I can nuke this burger then maybe we can soak,” Vlad said.
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“Hey guys, how was lunch? Did you have a fun time?” Vlad asked.
“We went to a new place which used to be a notorious gay hangout. It’s been gentrified by straights, the prices were ridiculous, so we skipped the beer. The food was just okay. On the positive side, it was close to home,” Brad said.
“The food is very good because it’s mid-afternoon now. The taste varies directly as the length of the wait,” Vlad said.
“True, mom’s spaghetti tastes great only if I’m starving,” James said.
“It’s going to be something else preparing dinner with different schedules, so we should attempt to post our schedules on the calendar on this iMac in the kitchen. We can each make our own with a unique type colour,” Danny suggested.
“But then, we all get out of swim practice at the same time,” Robb said.
“Fuck, I’m young, dumb, and hung. I’ll go stand in the corner,” Danny said.
“You’re partly right, Danny. That was a rough walk for me today,” James said.
“I’m lucky the book store is closed for the holiday, but we have extended hours in September that reach the boiling point next Monday and Tuesday. They still have me working Mondays, but I’ll sweet talk my way to go to swim practice even if I have to make up hours on another day,” Robb said.
“They are doing a big clothing sale, so I’ll be checking frosh for proper fit of their Speedos and jock straps,” Brad said, while Danny glared at him.
“That’s okay my sweet. Just remember to wash your hands before we go to bed. And never think I’d be jealous. I know you aren’t likely to find anyone hung better.”
“I just called Aaron. He is coming back for awhile to look after Scott who is coming home on Friday come Hell or high water,” Vlad said.
“So much for not finding someone with a bigger willy,” Danny said, as he did a face palm.
“Will he be cooking for us at least some of the time I hope?” Robb questioned.
“I think that’s a safe bet. Actually our wedding is less than five weeks away. I hope he will stay until Thanksgiving, but it’s impossible to know due to Scott’s health. Speaking of the wedding, my grandma Yulia is coming from Europe. She is really cool. I just came out to her after she told me her husband wasn’t exactly straight. She has decided that a grand piano would be a nice wedding gift for me and Ryan. I don’t know when that will happen,” Vlad said.
“It isn’t simple like ordering one online and having it delivered. It could take several months to find the right one at the right price, then get it shipped, acclimatized, regulated and fine tuned a couple of times. In any event, it’s a generous gift which may be with us for a lifetime. Robb, you are welcome to use it when we get it. With Yulia coming, the wedding is getting ramped up. I suggest we reschedule the combined team beer bust for Friday after practice, BYOB. We can order in some pizzas.” Ryan said.
“Somebody should contact John and cancel the reservation for the pig roaster from his store. We didn’t give them a deposit so it shouldn’t be a problem,” Danny said.
“I’ll call him tomorrow. Do you want me to find out if Jesse is still coming to your wedding?” Brad asked.
“I talked to Scott and he didn’t say anything about not coming so yeah get his new email and address, and tell John that we must postpone the pig roast, they’re both invited to the wedding, and the dress code is smart casual,” Vlad said, as his phone rang.
“Hey Jeff, what’s up?”
“Just phoned Réjeanne and she is filling out paperwork for you. Any idea when we can start?”
“This is all new to me so I can’t tell you but as soon as I get it, It’s off to our lawyer. You might email me your banking information because our lawyer will be making payments to you and they could be electronic. Don’t do anything to the house until you have a signed contract, the building permit, and a deposit from us,” Vlad said.
“How is Scott or should I ask?”
“It’s okay to ask but I can’t tell you much. He tells me he’ll be home Friday even if Hell freezes over.”
**
Everyone had a beer. James uttered the words “hot tub” and the kitchen looked like ‘the running of the bulls.’ Luckily nobody was trampled. The fastest bulls got the better seats in the tub. Robb thanked everyone for their support when “stinky” visited. He said that nobody could realize what a terrifying experience it had been, and having him show up outside the window was his greatest fear. Eventually the discussion centred on Scott.
“James, Danny, and Brad haven’t been into see Scott. I think you guys should jump in a car and head up to see him after our soak even if it’s only for a few minutes,” Vlad said.
“Tell me how to get there and I’ll drive,” James said.
**
“That piece reminds me of Bach’s Toccata in F but I know it isn’t,” I said.
“It’s by Johann Ludwig Krebs, a student of Bach. It’s his Toccata & Fugue in A minor. He worked for Bach as a copyist. It’s nice when you want to play something that sounds like Bach but that few people have ever heard. He composed mostly in the baroque style, which was out of fashion after Bach’s death,” Fred said.
“I’ve never seen this church. This is a sweet sounding little Casavant. Where are we? I asked.
“Oh, this is Saint Simeon’s Anglican. What do you feel like learning today, and why did you call it little?”
“It’s just that the last 3 organs were 4 manual. I should really learn Widor’s ‘Toccata from the 5th Symphony’ but I want something calming like Bach’s chorale ‘Nun komm der Heiden Heiland, BWV 659’ and I want to use Jeremiah Clark’s Trumpet Voluntary as the wedding processional when my friends Vlad and Ryan get married in a month. If you recall our organ has a nice Spanish trumpet en chamade, and I guess I need to learn Alexandre Guilmant’s Marche Funèbre et Chant Séraphique in case I have to come for an everlasting lesson with you. I’m cheap and see no reason to hire an organist to play my funeral,” I said.
“Vlad and Ryan? Things have certainly advanced in the world since I left in ’82. I’m happy for them! Vladimir is one of my middle names too because my mother was Russian. Since the score for Trumpet Voluntary is on the music rack, let’s start with that. I’ll play it through with some of my flourishes and trills so you get an idea of a good stately tempo,” Fred said.
Indeed, there was nothing small about the organ. It had lovely Trompette and Trompette Harmonique stops, and they had added three digital 32’ stops on the pedal division. The choir division got a 4 rank mixture to expand the use of it as a positif organ. Robb wouldn’t feel bad because it’s only a 3 manual. The church was lit by one overhead light and the organ’s music lamp and lighting for the pedalboard making for a slightly spooky atmosphere at twilight.
**
“Could you guys drop me off at my church on your way? I need to practice and do lots of pedal exercises so I won’t be so nervous if I have to play a service on Sunday or for choir practice?” Robb asked.
“Are you ready to go now because we want to get in to see Scott, then get back, get organized, have a bite, and have some fun?” James asked.
“Gimme two minutes to run up and grab my music and church key.”
“What do you need the bottle opener for?” James asked.
“Who said anything about a bottle opener?”
“Sorry, that’s what we call bottle openers up north. Church keys.”
James dropped Robb by the side door, and they continued on to the hospital.
**
“Very good, Scott. The tempo was just right. Remember, the bride, err, the other groom will be walking down the aisle, not running I hope. Too many play this like it’s for an Olympic event. Shall we have a go at Nun komm?” Fred asked.
“I’ve never tried it. It sounds fairly easy but Bach probably just made it sound that way.”
“Let’s try the solo part using the Cornopean on the Swell... hmm don’t think so. It sounds like a little old lady peeing through the ferns. Maybe the Krummhorn on the Choir,” Fred said.
“I like the Krummhorn. It just sounds so right,” I said.
Fred continued setting the registration, playing a couple of bars then changing to another until he was satisfied.
“It sounds better than I thought. This was an early Larry Phelps Casavant from when he took over as tonal director and took the company into neo-baroque voicing. Some of his work sounded more like a jet engine test bed than a pipe organ but this one’s good,” Fred said.
He played it through, talking some of the time about things he was doing, having me watch his legato pedaling until it was my turn. I took a couple of deep breaths, stretched my arms and played it a bit slower than Fred. It was more difficult than I imagined but fairly straightforward compared to the Passacaglia.
“Very good, old chap, I added the 32’ Violone on the last pedal note. Now how would you like to play one of your repertoire, like the Gigue Fugue, Toccata in F, or the Passacaglia? You need to play them fairly regularly if you want to keep them in a ready state, and you should do it with the music,” Fred said.
“What was that noise? I keep hearing it!”
“Did it sound like a creaky floorboard or a squeaky pew? I heard that. Old churches are like that at night due to wood contracting in the cooler temperatures. Relax Scott -- they all do that. So what are you going to play?”
“I feel like something fun like the Gigue Fugue after Nun komm which is somewhat introspective.” I said.
“Let’s see if you really believe Henry Ford’s famous words,” Fred said.
“Henry, wherever you are, I’ll go one step further. I know I can!”
Fred smiled while he did the registration as I played it in my head while reading the music until Fred finished the set-up. I wanted to play it without any help to see how much I remembered. Evidently I didn’t need to practice, as someone in the church applauded when I finished. The pain was returning to my lungs and I knew I’d be out of there momentarily but wanted to see who it was. I pressed the GC button and stood up looking down the aisle. Instead, I saw doctors and that damned Lucas machine on my chest which hurt like Hell.
**
“Your heart stopped again Mr. Williams. I don’t know what we are going to do with you,” the doctor said.
“You could start by removing this contraption from my chest. Possibly I’ll be able to breathe with it gone.”
**
“Sorry but you boys picked an awkward time to visit Mr. Williams. Could you come back another day?”
“Actually, No. We start university tomorrow but we’re worried about Scott and we’re afraid he won’t make it. I promise we will make it a quick visit,” James said.
“He just had another heart episode and the cardiologist is with him right now. Let me ask him. I’ll be right back,” she said.
“Doctor, there are three of Mr. Williams’ friends here to see him. Should I send them away?”
Scott pulled the mask away. “I want to see them.”
“Nurse, bring them in for a few minutes,” the doctor said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Please keep it brief, boys. Try not to excite him. The doctor approved it.”
“Will you look at all these wires and tubes, guys. I think Scott is trying to pretend he isn’t well. We’ll fix that. How are you feeling teammate? Feel like a swim?” Danny asked.
“Honestly, I feel better when I’m dead. Robb isn’t with you. Is he at the church?” I managed to say in spite of the mask.
“Yeah Scott, we dropped him off on our way here. He wanted to practice pedals. Why did you think he was there?” James asked.
“Tell him that his Casavant is a sweet organ with a nice Krummhorn on it, and the 32’ Violone rattles the place, but the Cornopean on the Swell sucks. Also, tell him I appreciated what he did and that I’m sorry I couldn’t chat. I pulled the vanishing act. If he doesn’t know what I’m talking about, maybe it wasn’t him,” I said.
“Wait, is this some kind of coded message? Does anybody understand what Scott said?” Brad asked, looking around.
Blank stares indicated that nobody understood.
“Okay, just tell him, “The tune comes first in the tenor... second in the alto... third in the soprano... and when it hits the bass in my feet... I dance the gigue,” I gasped. “Write it down if you have to. I need him to know that. He will figure it out. Sorry if I sound mysterious. Tell him I would have applauded too but that would be self-congratulatory.” Pulling the mask off, I continued.
“Give me a hug you guys. I miss all of you so much, and a special hug for Robb. Keep him close tonight. Say hi to Vlad and Ryan, and for God’s sake don’t look so morose,” Scott said.
“When you come home, Vlad has arranged for someone to look after you. Until then, try to get some rest. You don’t look your best at this particular moment in time,” James said, as he held back tears.
“What I really need badly is a hot shower and a long soak in the hot tub with my buds. Being out of here is essential for that to happen.” Scott said.
The doctor who was standing to the side monitoring Scott’s vital signs finally indicated that now would be an excellent time to leave, which they did after giving Scott a kiss on the cheek.
**
“Oh, you’re home already?” James asked.
“Just. The organ was in use so I sat down on a pew. I didn’t mind listening to someone having a lesson because the guy was really good. He played some funereal music then played a familiar Bach piece superbly, so when he finished and they were talking I decided to go up and talk to them,” Robb said.
Danny said, “Scott was weirding us out with messages for you. He asked to be sure to give you a message so I pulled out my phone and typed it. He said “The tune comes first in the tenor, second in the alto, third in the soprano, and when it hits the bass in my feet, I dance the gigue”. He also said that he would have applauded too but it would seem...”
“That’s what it was, I think. The Gigue fugue. He was so good I clapped my hands when I went...”
Robb crumpled to the floor, totally out of it.
“Robb, Robb...what happened? Are you okay?” James asked, but Robb was in a daze, blinking his eyes and looking around the room until he focused on James who now was cradling his head.
“We need to sit down,” Robb said, weakly, as James and Danny helped him over to a sofa by the fireplace.
“You are white as a ghost and look like you saw one,” Danny said, as he put his arm around Robb who was crying.
“This is creepy but it makes sense. Scott said your Casavant is sweet.” Brad said.
“So I did see a ghost and it was Scott. Guys, all I can say is I’m wasting my time going to school when Scott plays as well as any concert organist. Did he tell you anything else?” Robb asked.
“ ‘I would have applauded too but that would be self-congratulatory’ was part of what he said. Also, that he appreciated what you did and that he’s sorry he couldn’t chat and he pulled the vanishing act. If Robb doesn’t know what I’m talking about, maybe it wasn’t him,” Danny added.
“Hey guys, How was Scott?” Vlad said, from the mezzanine.
“You better come down here, dude,” Brad shouted.
Vlad and Ryan flew down the stairs and sat beside Brad, opposite James, Robb and Danny.
“Oh I remember when we got to the hospital he asked if you were at the church. It sounds like your applause was well received,” James said.
“Scott figured it was you, Robb,” Danny added.
“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on?” Vlad asked.
“There’s some good news and some bad news and some more good news. Let’s dispense the bad. Scott died again,” Danny said.
“And?”
“He is a fabulous organist, like concert quality because he was having a lesson in my church when I got there,” Robb said.
“He looked tired after he was resuscitated but was very much alive and gave us proof that he knew Robb was in the church, and gave us a riddle for Robb which he figured out,” Danny said.
“I guess we can put to rest the notion that Scott was bullshitting us about lessons with a dead concert organist. I heard your exchange while working at my desk. I guess we need to give Robb a special hug tonight,” Ryan said.
“How do you know? That’s exactly what Scott said. Are you dialed into this mumbo-jumbo somehow, Ryan?” James asked.
“I figured after Robb’s fainting that he’ll need everything we can give him. Why don’t we all have a hot shower, then a long soak and see if Scott joins in on the fun?” Ryan said.
“Danny and I will bunk up with you guys tonight because all this weirdness is freaking me out to the max,” Brad said.
“Hit the showers, boys,” Danny said, as he dropped his jeans and waved his semi under Robb’s nose.
“Marvy, smelling salts but after I’ve been revived. Well, better late than never,” Robb said, and opened his mouth for a taste.
That’s all it took for grabbies to begin. Ryan scooped Vlad off the sofa, carried him all the way to the shower which was running by the time they arrived, so he walked in and stood Vlad under the watering can shower head, and the party started. The only thing hotter than a wet boy is a wet boy still wearing clothes -- wet clothes. Ryan was wearing his onion skin running shorts which telegraphed a perfect picture of his straight-up vertical blood engorged torpedo. Vlad’s commando style cut-off sweats couldn’t conceal his erection as it bounced with every heartbeat. Ryan and Vlad had dueling tongues as they slipped each other’s pants down far enough for an unimpeded game of “wrap around the cock.” Somehow, they both lost their T-shirts.
Lust was in the air, as was polyamory. This was a night to remember Scott’s problems with Jesse and the devastating and continuing after effects.
“Anyone who planned on lovemaking with their crush of the day can put that idea on the back burner. It’s more important for us to be completely open and approachable to all our team members. Sure, I’d love for Ryan to take advantage of my ass but I want to show Robb how much he means to the whole lot of us. I really wanted Scott to be here to fuck my hubby-to-be as hard as he could. Failing that, I’m cool with lying on the shower floor and being a sub boy for all to use in any way you want. I want to drink all your loads. You can even fight over me,” Vlad said.
A brief lull in the conversation ensued as everyone was groping whoever they wanted to, until the phone rang. Vlad grabbed his towel and dashed to the bedside phone. “Hello?”
“Hi, this is Derrick from the Airduct Cleaning Services. Ve are working in your area and notice your building is very old...”
“For God’s sake, this is the third call today from you people. I heat with radiators and don’t have any air ducks. Just go away or I’ll call the CRTC.”
“Wait, is this Vlad? It’s Jeff and Josh calling from the lobby. We were just in your area, really!” Jeff said.
“Your South East Asia accent derailed me. Do you still have keys, I hope, because we are all wet in the shower. Come on up and toss off your clothes on the way,” Vlad said.
“Sorry for coming unannounced but we brought you a present from Germany,” Jeff said.
Vlad buzzed them in.
“Our contractor friends are on their way up.”
“Where’s my feather fan? I’m coming into heat thinking about two real workmen with bodies to match,” Robb said, with a hand on his forehead, as Brad washed his junk and hole.
His key turned the lock tumblers, and they closed and locked the door once inside where they stripped each other, and brought a dozen cold cans of Belgian Moon beer and their kinky gift.
Vlad confessed to not having any idea the off-shore caller was Jeff.
“We are happy you guys came by. Tonight is about sharing the love. What’s in the box, Jeff?”
“It’s a double-ended hollow sound like Scott’s, perfect for planting seed in a friend. Josh wants to see me do it with someone else before he tries it. Danny, wanna give it a try with me?” Jeff asked, as he milked some pre from his lover Josh and drenched the sound with Josh’s lube.
Danny was drooling and used the natural lubricant that was hanging from James’ now fully exposed purple glans. The uneven exterior surface coaxed more to flow when rubbed on his pee slit.
“I want you to do the work for starters, Jeff,” Danny said.
“Let’s kneel just outside the shower where neither of us will get bumped,” Jeff said. “It’s a delicate procedure.”
Danny was anxious to feel the slow insertion, and held onto Jeff’s hairy legs.
“I have it part way in but want the other end in me. Do you want to try, Danny? Just remember to take your time.”
“Let’s get on the bed,” Danny said.
Josh followed them to the bed with Robb following long and lanky Josh. Jeff and Danny laid on the bed on their sides facing each other head to toe. Danny played with Jeff’s foreskin and rubbed his frenulum until Jeff was fully hard and leaking. Another dip of the sound in Jeff’s excess precum and Danny was ready. Jeff’s slippery pre and large urethra made the insertion most pleasurable, especially being done by a youth whose size was greater. Danny held his fingers tightly around his own penis so he could slowly thrust the sound deep into Jeff’s cock to his soft moans.
“Fuck, that makes me so horny,” Josh said, winking at Robb who took the hint and went down on Josh’s love pole.
Danny continued with Jeff but with Jeff controlling the action, making Danny purr with satisfaction as his large nuts drew up underneath. He was in a state of nirvana, loving every thrust in his urethra. His moans had the sound of urgency as he pushed his cockhead into contact with Jeff’s and pulled Jeff’s foreskin over his glans causing his dick to bounce. The only indication he was past the point of no return were his eyes tightly closed and his head tilted back, and his thumb pointing up like he wanted the boat to go faster. Then he shook all over as he blew his load into Jeff’s cock. They sounded like two cats in the alleyway at midnight as Danny had a huge ejaculation and Jeff loved every moment. For a couple of minutes they slowly stroked each other.
“That was so fucking hot. Jeff, I want you to cum inside me now. Did it hurt when Danny pumped his load in your cock?” Josh asked.
“It was extreme but didn’t really hurt. I mean I’d love to get it again but I need to blow badly. Come here Josh.”
Danny pushed Jeff’s foreskin back letting copious amounts of his cum leak out while Josh made a beeline for it, sucking as much as he could and letting it run out of his mouth over his cock while he spread his piss lips open. Robb cleaned off Danny’s mess while Jeff carefully slipped the tube in his lover’s virgin urethra very slowly.
“What a strange sensation. Go deeper,” Josh said.
Meanwhile, Vlad, James, Ryan, and Brad found their way to the viewing gallery, the other half of the bed, to watch. Of course watching wasn’t sufficient so they all started to stroke themselves. Ryan, who had a beautiful cock preferred to stroke someone else’s so he worked on Vlad with one hand and Brad with the other. James felt neglected and went to play with Robb, who wanted James to dock with him. Although they were both quite wet, they sucked each other for a few minutes but only one could see Jeff and Josh, so they fixed that problem when they docked.
“I’m gonna cum!” Jeff said.
It was monumental how much cum Jeff blasted into his boyfriend.
“That was intense.” Josh moaned. “Robb, do you want to take my load?”
“Hold the docking for a minute, James because I want to try this,” Robb said.
Jeff helped to insert the sound in Robb’s dick while Josh was connected to its other end.
“You were docking with James so I guess you are nice and wet. Does it hurt, Robb?” Josh asked.
“It feels weird but keep going -- slowly.”
“It has to be slow. I need to cum any second I’m so fuckin’ horny I might explode,” Josh said.
“James, get your ass over here. Josh, breed me doggy style while I blow mine in James,” Robb said, as he spit in his hand and lubed James.
“Okay, let’s fuck, and do me rough,” James said, while he pulled the sound out of Robb and Josh.
Josh rubbed his dick on Robb’s hole, getting him wet with some of Jeff’s cum that oozed out. Robb forced himself into a willing James while Josh gave Robb what he had been asking for since the day they met while Josh was up a ladder looking down at Robb popping a woody.
The boys in the viewing gallery were ready to boil over, so Vlad screwed muscular little Brad who fucked Ryan noisily. Danny watched and said, “what the fuck” to himself and stuffed ‘Nessy’ the monster into Vlad’s welcoming ass. Jeff sucked Ryan’s tumescent torpedo while Ryan gave Jeff a super slinky hand-job.
The moans reached a fever pitch, with Josh slamming deeply into Robb as he discharged two loads, setting off an ejaculation quickly into James. Josh and Robb had the dick twitches for awhile after all their cum had been planted. Robb kept going at James whose head was tilted back and turned sideways to accommodate wet kisses from Robb who jerked him to a sensational conclusion. Josh quit pumping Robb because the copious cum was going everywhere. They all collapsed on each other while the viewing gallery finally caught up with them. Vlad felt like the big winner having Danny cum in his ass after doing a bang-up job of massaging his prostate like it hadn’t been massaged since Scott milked him. Vlad, a big cummer in normal times, filled the cute gymnast like Danny always did, while he blasted a new pipeline in Vlad’s fiancé, Ryan, loving the feel of holding a well toned blue eyed beauty. Jeff drank every drop of Ryan’s climax while Ryan gave him an exhilarating jerk-off, concentrating on Jeff’s sensitive foreskin and glans.
After a few minutes, all the boys came down from their highs and trotted off to their washrooms, ultimately ending up in the shower lovingly washing each other. If this was a test of jealousy, they all passed. Polyamory was the name of the game. Plans to soak in the hot tub were abandoned. Rather, the fireplace was turned on and the lights dimmed, showing the natural glow of a very relaxed group of beautiful young men. After passing everyone a beer, Jeff and Josh were totally comfortable being with the younger swimmers and became bookends for Robb who felt safe and secure.
“This was quite a day. Even the guys who don’t like organ music will be amazed with Scott. I’ll take you to my church when he is all better. He’s an amazing musician. I was freaked out being in his presence in his ‘between’ state but I’m okay with it now. He must have been happy playing the huge pipe organ in my church. I can’t wait for him to get back here with us where he belongs,” Robb said.
“You and me both. I’d be a real mess if it wasn’t for Ryan.
Does anyone have their alarm set for the morning?” Vlad asked. “It’s the first day of the semester.”
To be continued ...
Chapter Ninety
Previously:
“About that elephant ...”
“I really believe Scott, as crazy as it sounds. I’m atheist and believe Scott is too. He doesn’t seem to care if the doctors look for medical reasons to explain. He is too specific to be recalling a dream. We will know when we get the organ. If he can play those pieces, we will know it really happened to him. The other strange part of it is Scott shows no fear of dying and even looks forward to dying more often so he can bounce from here to the hereafter to learn more scores. It’s crazy. We all need to become closer so he knows we’re there for him,” Vlad said.
“I’m absolutely certain he knows, but all of us should pay him a visit. It’ll be good for us should things take a turn...” Ryan said, as he wrapped his arms around Vlad.
“Let’s go downstairs so I can nuke this burger then maybe we can soak,” Vlad said.
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“Hey guys, how was lunch? Did you have a fun time?” Vlad asked.
“We went to a new place which used to be a notorious gay hangout. It’s been gentrified by straights, the prices were ridiculous, so we skipped the beer. The food was just okay. On the positive side, it was close to home,” Brad said.
“The food is very good because it’s mid-afternoon now. The taste varies directly as the length of the wait,” Vlad said.
“True, mom’s spaghetti tastes great only if I’m starving,” James said.
“It’s going to be something else preparing dinner with different schedules, so we should attempt to post our schedules on the calendar on this iMac in the kitchen. We can each make our own with a unique type colour,” Danny suggested.
“But then, we all get out of swim practice at the same time,” Robb said.
“Fuck, I’m young, dumb, and hung. I’ll go stand in the corner,” Danny said.
“You’re partly right, Danny. That was a rough walk for me today,” James said.
“I’m lucky the book store is closed for the holiday, but we have extended hours in September that reach the boiling point next Monday and Tuesday. They still have me working Mondays, but I’ll sweet talk my way to go to swim practice even if I have to make up hours on another day,” Robb said.
“They are doing a big clothing sale, so I’ll be checking frosh for proper fit of their Speedos and jock straps,” Brad said, while Danny glared at him.
“That’s okay my sweet. Just remember to wash your hands before we go to bed. And never think I’d be jealous. I know you aren’t likely to find anyone hung better.”
“I just called Aaron. He is coming back for awhile to look after Scott who is coming home on Friday come Hell or high water,” Vlad said.
“So much for not finding someone with a bigger willy,” Danny said, as he did a face palm.
“Will he be cooking for us at least some of the time I hope?” Robb questioned.
“I think that’s a safe bet. Actually our wedding is less than five weeks away. I hope he will stay until Thanksgiving, but it’s impossible to know due to Scott’s health. Speaking of the wedding, my grandma Yulia is coming from Europe. She is really cool. I just came out to her after she told me her husband wasn’t exactly straight. She has decided that a grand piano would be a nice wedding gift for me and Ryan. I don’t know when that will happen,” Vlad said.
“It isn’t simple like ordering one online and having it delivered. It could take several months to find the right one at the right price, then get it shipped, acclimatized, regulated and fine tuned a couple of times. In any event, it’s a generous gift which may be with us for a lifetime. Robb, you are welcome to use it when we get it. With Yulia coming, the wedding is getting ramped up. I suggest we reschedule the combined team beer bust for Friday after practice, BYOB. We can order in some pizzas.” Ryan said.
“Somebody should contact John and cancel the reservation for the pig roaster from his store. We didn’t give them a deposit so it shouldn’t be a problem,” Danny said.
“I’ll call him tomorrow. Do you want me to find out if Jesse is still coming to your wedding?” Brad asked.
“I talked to Scott and he didn’t say anything about not coming so yeah get his new email and address, and tell John that we must postpone the pig roast, they’re both invited to the wedding, and the dress code is smart casual,” Vlad said, as his phone rang.
“Hey Jeff, what’s up?”
“Just phoned Réjeanne and she is filling out paperwork for you. Any idea when we can start?”
“This is all new to me so I can’t tell you but as soon as I get it, It’s off to our lawyer. You might email me your banking information because our lawyer will be making payments to you and they could be electronic. Don’t do anything to the house until you have a signed contract, the building permit, and a deposit from us,” Vlad said.
“How is Scott or should I ask?”
“It’s okay to ask but I can’t tell you much. He tells me he’ll be home Friday even if Hell freezes over.”
**
Everyone had a beer. James uttered the words “hot tub” and the kitchen looked like ‘the running of the bulls.’ Luckily nobody was trampled. The fastest bulls got the better seats in the tub. Robb thanked everyone for their support when “stinky” visited. He said that nobody could realize what a terrifying experience it had been, and having him show up outside the window was his greatest fear. Eventually the discussion centred on Scott.
“James, Danny, and Brad haven’t been into see Scott. I think you guys should jump in a car and head up to see him after our soak even if it’s only for a few minutes,” Vlad said.
“Tell me how to get there and I’ll drive,” James said.
**
“That piece reminds me of Bach’s Toccata in F but I know it isn’t,” I said.
“It’s by Johann Ludwig Krebs, a student of Bach. It’s his Toccata & Fugue in A minor. He worked for Bach as a copyist. It’s nice when you want to play something that sounds like Bach but that few people have ever heard. He composed mostly in the baroque style, which was out of fashion after Bach’s death,” Fred said.
“I’ve never seen this church. This is a sweet sounding little Casavant. Where are we? I asked.
“Oh, this is Saint Simeon’s Anglican. What do you feel like learning today, and why did you call it little?”
“It’s just that the last 3 organs were 4 manual. I should really learn Widor’s ‘Toccata from the 5th Symphony’ but I want something calming like Bach’s chorale ‘Nun komm der Heiden Heiland, BWV 659’ and I want to use Jeremiah Clark’s Trumpet Voluntary as the wedding processional when my friends Vlad and Ryan get married in a month. If you recall our organ has a nice Spanish trumpet en chamade, and I guess I need to learn Alexandre Guilmant’s Marche Funèbre et Chant Séraphique in case I have to come for an everlasting lesson with you. I’m cheap and see no reason to hire an organist to play my funeral,” I said.
“Vlad and Ryan? Things have certainly advanced in the world since I left in ’82. I’m happy for them! Vladimir is one of my middle names too because my mother was Russian. Since the score for Trumpet Voluntary is on the music rack, let’s start with that. I’ll play it through with some of my flourishes and trills so you get an idea of a good stately tempo,” Fred said.
Indeed, there was nothing small about the organ. It had lovely Trompette and Trompette Harmonique stops, and they had added three digital 32’ stops on the pedal division. The choir division got a 4 rank mixture to expand the use of it as a positif organ. Robb wouldn’t feel bad because it’s only a 3 manual. The church was lit by one overhead light and the organ’s music lamp and lighting for the pedalboard making for a slightly spooky atmosphere at twilight.
**
“Could you guys drop me off at my church on your way? I need to practice and do lots of pedal exercises so I won’t be so nervous if I have to play a service on Sunday or for choir practice?” Robb asked.
“Are you ready to go now because we want to get in to see Scott, then get back, get organized, have a bite, and have some fun?” James asked.
“Gimme two minutes to run up and grab my music and church key.”
“What do you need the bottle opener for?” James asked.
“Who said anything about a bottle opener?”
“Sorry, that’s what we call bottle openers up north. Church keys.”
James dropped Robb by the side door, and they continued on to the hospital.
**
“Very good, Scott. The tempo was just right. Remember, the bride, err, the other groom will be walking down the aisle, not running I hope. Too many play this like it’s for an Olympic event. Shall we have a go at Nun komm?” Fred asked.
“I’ve never tried it. It sounds fairly easy but Bach probably just made it sound that way.”
“Let’s try the solo part using the Cornopean on the Swell... hmm don’t think so. It sounds like a little old lady peeing through the ferns. Maybe the Krummhorn on the Choir,” Fred said.
“I like the Krummhorn. It just sounds so right,” I said.
Fred continued setting the registration, playing a couple of bars then changing to another until he was satisfied.
“It sounds better than I thought. This was an early Larry Phelps Casavant from when he took over as tonal director and took the company into neo-baroque voicing. Some of his work sounded more like a jet engine test bed than a pipe organ but this one’s good,” Fred said.
He played it through, talking some of the time about things he was doing, having me watch his legato pedaling until it was my turn. I took a couple of deep breaths, stretched my arms and played it a bit slower than Fred. It was more difficult than I imagined but fairly straightforward compared to the Passacaglia.
“Very good, old chap, I added the 32’ Violone on the last pedal note. Now how would you like to play one of your repertoire, like the Gigue Fugue, Toccata in F, or the Passacaglia? You need to play them fairly regularly if you want to keep them in a ready state, and you should do it with the music,” Fred said.
“What was that noise? I keep hearing it!”
“Did it sound like a creaky floorboard or a squeaky pew? I heard that. Old churches are like that at night due to wood contracting in the cooler temperatures. Relax Scott -- they all do that. So what are you going to play?”
“I feel like something fun like the Gigue Fugue after Nun komm which is somewhat introspective.” I said.
“Let’s see if you really believe Henry Ford’s famous words,” Fred said.
“Henry, wherever you are, I’ll go one step further. I know I can!”
Fred smiled while he did the registration as I played it in my head while reading the music until Fred finished the set-up. I wanted to play it without any help to see how much I remembered. Evidently I didn’t need to practice, as someone in the church applauded when I finished. The pain was returning to my lungs and I knew I’d be out of there momentarily but wanted to see who it was. I pressed the GC button and stood up looking down the aisle. Instead, I saw doctors and that damned Lucas machine on my chest which hurt like Hell.
**
“Your heart stopped again Mr. Williams. I don’t know what we are going to do with you,” the doctor said.
“You could start by removing this contraption from my chest. Possibly I’ll be able to breathe with it gone.”
**
“Sorry but you boys picked an awkward time to visit Mr. Williams. Could you come back another day?”
“Actually, No. We start university tomorrow but we’re worried about Scott and we’re afraid he won’t make it. I promise we will make it a quick visit,” James said.
“He just had another heart episode and the cardiologist is with him right now. Let me ask him. I’ll be right back,” she said.
“Doctor, there are three of Mr. Williams’ friends here to see him. Should I send them away?”
Scott pulled the mask away. “I want to see them.”
“Nurse, bring them in for a few minutes,” the doctor said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Please keep it brief, boys. Try not to excite him. The doctor approved it.”
“Will you look at all these wires and tubes, guys. I think Scott is trying to pretend he isn’t well. We’ll fix that. How are you feeling teammate? Feel like a swim?” Danny asked.
“Honestly, I feel better when I’m dead. Robb isn’t with you. Is he at the church?” I managed to say in spite of the mask.
“Yeah Scott, we dropped him off on our way here. He wanted to practice pedals. Why did you think he was there?” James asked.
“Tell him that his Casavant is a sweet organ with a nice Krummhorn on it, and the 32’ Violone rattles the place, but the Cornopean on the Swell sucks. Also, tell him I appreciated what he did and that I’m sorry I couldn’t chat. I pulled the vanishing act. If he doesn’t know what I’m talking about, maybe it wasn’t him,” I said.
“Wait, is this some kind of coded message? Does anybody understand what Scott said?” Brad asked, looking around.
Blank stares indicated that nobody understood.
“Okay, just tell him, “The tune comes first in the tenor... second in the alto... third in the soprano... and when it hits the bass in my feet... I dance the gigue,” I gasped. “Write it down if you have to. I need him to know that. He will figure it out. Sorry if I sound mysterious. Tell him I would have applauded too but that would be self-congratulatory.” Pulling the mask off, I continued.
“Give me a hug you guys. I miss all of you so much, and a special hug for Robb. Keep him close tonight. Say hi to Vlad and Ryan, and for God’s sake don’t look so morose,” Scott said.
“When you come home, Vlad has arranged for someone to look after you. Until then, try to get some rest. You don’t look your best at this particular moment in time,” James said, as he held back tears.
“What I really need badly is a hot shower and a long soak in the hot tub with my buds. Being out of here is essential for that to happen.” Scott said.
The doctor who was standing to the side monitoring Scott’s vital signs finally indicated that now would be an excellent time to leave, which they did after giving Scott a kiss on the cheek.
**
“Oh, you’re home already?” James asked.
“Just. The organ was in use so I sat down on a pew. I didn’t mind listening to someone having a lesson because the guy was really good. He played some funereal music then played a familiar Bach piece superbly, so when he finished and they were talking I decided to go up and talk to them,” Robb said.
Danny said, “Scott was weirding us out with messages for you. He asked to be sure to give you a message so I pulled out my phone and typed it. He said “The tune comes first in the tenor, second in the alto, third in the soprano, and when it hits the bass in my feet, I dance the gigue”. He also said that he would have applauded too but it would seem...”
“That’s what it was, I think. The Gigue fugue. He was so good I clapped my hands when I went...”
Robb crumpled to the floor, totally out of it.
“Robb, Robb...what happened? Are you okay?” James asked, but Robb was in a daze, blinking his eyes and looking around the room until he focused on James who now was cradling his head.
“We need to sit down,” Robb said, weakly, as James and Danny helped him over to a sofa by the fireplace.
“You are white as a ghost and look like you saw one,” Danny said, as he put his arm around Robb who was crying.
“This is creepy but it makes sense. Scott said your Casavant is sweet.” Brad said.
“So I did see a ghost and it was Scott. Guys, all I can say is I’m wasting my time going to school when Scott plays as well as any concert organist. Did he tell you anything else?” Robb asked.
“ ‘I would have applauded too but that would be self-congratulatory’ was part of what he said. Also, that he appreciated what you did and that he’s sorry he couldn’t chat and he pulled the vanishing act. If Robb doesn’t know what I’m talking about, maybe it wasn’t him,” Danny added.
“Hey guys, How was Scott?” Vlad said, from the mezzanine.
“You better come down here, dude,” Brad shouted.
Vlad and Ryan flew down the stairs and sat beside Brad, opposite James, Robb and Danny.
“Oh I remember when we got to the hospital he asked if you were at the church. It sounds like your applause was well received,” James said.
“Scott figured it was you, Robb,” Danny added.
“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on?” Vlad asked.
“There’s some good news and some bad news and some more good news. Let’s dispense the bad. Scott died again,” Danny said.
“And?”
“He is a fabulous organist, like concert quality because he was having a lesson in my church when I got there,” Robb said.
“He looked tired after he was resuscitated but was very much alive and gave us proof that he knew Robb was in the church, and gave us a riddle for Robb which he figured out,” Danny said.
“I guess we can put to rest the notion that Scott was bullshitting us about lessons with a dead concert organist. I heard your exchange while working at my desk. I guess we need to give Robb a special hug tonight,” Ryan said.
“How do you know? That’s exactly what Scott said. Are you dialed into this mumbo-jumbo somehow, Ryan?” James asked.
“I figured after Robb’s fainting that he’ll need everything we can give him. Why don’t we all have a hot shower, then a long soak and see if Scott joins in on the fun?” Ryan said.
“Danny and I will bunk up with you guys tonight because all this weirdness is freaking me out to the max,” Brad said.
“Hit the showers, boys,” Danny said, as he dropped his jeans and waved his semi under Robb’s nose.
“Marvy, smelling salts but after I’ve been revived. Well, better late than never,” Robb said, and opened his mouth for a taste.
That’s all it took for grabbies to begin. Ryan scooped Vlad off the sofa, carried him all the way to the shower which was running by the time they arrived, so he walked in and stood Vlad under the watering can shower head, and the party started. The only thing hotter than a wet boy is a wet boy still wearing clothes -- wet clothes. Ryan was wearing his onion skin running shorts which telegraphed a perfect picture of his straight-up vertical blood engorged torpedo. Vlad’s commando style cut-off sweats couldn’t conceal his erection as it bounced with every heartbeat. Ryan and Vlad had dueling tongues as they slipped each other’s pants down far enough for an unimpeded game of “wrap around the cock.” Somehow, they both lost their T-shirts.
Lust was in the air, as was polyamory. This was a night to remember Scott’s problems with Jesse and the devastating and continuing after effects.
“Anyone who planned on lovemaking with their crush of the day can put that idea on the back burner. It’s more important for us to be completely open and approachable to all our team members. Sure, I’d love for Ryan to take advantage of my ass but I want to show Robb how much he means to the whole lot of us. I really wanted Scott to be here to fuck my hubby-to-be as hard as he could. Failing that, I’m cool with lying on the shower floor and being a sub boy for all to use in any way you want. I want to drink all your loads. You can even fight over me,” Vlad said.
A brief lull in the conversation ensued as everyone was groping whoever they wanted to, until the phone rang. Vlad grabbed his towel and dashed to the bedside phone. “Hello?”
“Hi, this is Derrick from the Airduct Cleaning Services. Ve are working in your area and notice your building is very old...”
“For God’s sake, this is the third call today from you people. I heat with radiators and don’t have any air ducks. Just go away or I’ll call the CRTC.”
“Wait, is this Vlad? It’s Jeff and Josh calling from the lobby. We were just in your area, really!” Jeff said.
“Your South East Asia accent derailed me. Do you still have keys, I hope, because we are all wet in the shower. Come on up and toss off your clothes on the way,” Vlad said.
“Sorry for coming unannounced but we brought you a present from Germany,” Jeff said.
Vlad buzzed them in.
“Our contractor friends are on their way up.”
“Where’s my feather fan? I’m coming into heat thinking about two real workmen with bodies to match,” Robb said, with a hand on his forehead, as Brad washed his junk and hole.
His key turned the lock tumblers, and they closed and locked the door once inside where they stripped each other, and brought a dozen cold cans of Belgian Moon beer and their kinky gift.
Vlad confessed to not having any idea the off-shore caller was Jeff.
“We are happy you guys came by. Tonight is about sharing the love. What’s in the box, Jeff?”
“It’s a double-ended hollow sound like Scott’s, perfect for planting seed in a friend. Josh wants to see me do it with someone else before he tries it. Danny, wanna give it a try with me?” Jeff asked, as he milked some pre from his lover Josh and drenched the sound with Josh’s lube.
Danny was drooling and used the natural lubricant that was hanging from James’ now fully exposed purple glans. The uneven exterior surface coaxed more to flow when rubbed on his pee slit.
“I want you to do the work for starters, Jeff,” Danny said.
“Let’s kneel just outside the shower where neither of us will get bumped,” Jeff said. “It’s a delicate procedure.”
Danny was anxious to feel the slow insertion, and held onto Jeff’s hairy legs.
“I have it part way in but want the other end in me. Do you want to try, Danny? Just remember to take your time.”
“Let’s get on the bed,” Danny said.
Josh followed them to the bed with Robb following long and lanky Josh. Jeff and Danny laid on the bed on their sides facing each other head to toe. Danny played with Jeff’s foreskin and rubbed his frenulum until Jeff was fully hard and leaking. Another dip of the sound in Jeff’s excess precum and Danny was ready. Jeff’s slippery pre and large urethra made the insertion most pleasurable, especially being done by a youth whose size was greater. Danny held his fingers tightly around his own penis so he could slowly thrust the sound deep into Jeff’s cock to his soft moans.
“Fuck, that makes me so horny,” Josh said, winking at Robb who took the hint and went down on Josh’s love pole.
Danny continued with Jeff but with Jeff controlling the action, making Danny purr with satisfaction as his large nuts drew up underneath. He was in a state of nirvana, loving every thrust in his urethra. His moans had the sound of urgency as he pushed his cockhead into contact with Jeff’s and pulled Jeff’s foreskin over his glans causing his dick to bounce. The only indication he was past the point of no return were his eyes tightly closed and his head tilted back, and his thumb pointing up like he wanted the boat to go faster. Then he shook all over as he blew his load into Jeff’s cock. They sounded like two cats in the alleyway at midnight as Danny had a huge ejaculation and Jeff loved every moment. For a couple of minutes they slowly stroked each other.
“That was so fucking hot. Jeff, I want you to cum inside me now. Did it hurt when Danny pumped his load in your cock?” Josh asked.
“It was extreme but didn’t really hurt. I mean I’d love to get it again but I need to blow badly. Come here Josh.”
Danny pushed Jeff’s foreskin back letting copious amounts of his cum leak out while Josh made a beeline for it, sucking as much as he could and letting it run out of his mouth over his cock while he spread his piss lips open. Robb cleaned off Danny’s mess while Jeff carefully slipped the tube in his lover’s virgin urethra very slowly.
“What a strange sensation. Go deeper,” Josh said.
Meanwhile, Vlad, James, Ryan, and Brad found their way to the viewing gallery, the other half of the bed, to watch. Of course watching wasn’t sufficient so they all started to stroke themselves. Ryan, who had a beautiful cock preferred to stroke someone else’s so he worked on Vlad with one hand and Brad with the other. James felt neglected and went to play with Robb, who wanted James to dock with him. Although they were both quite wet, they sucked each other for a few minutes but only one could see Jeff and Josh, so they fixed that problem when they docked.
“I’m gonna cum!” Jeff said.
It was monumental how much cum Jeff blasted into his boyfriend.
“That was intense.” Josh moaned. “Robb, do you want to take my load?”
“Hold the docking for a minute, James because I want to try this,” Robb said.
Jeff helped to insert the sound in Robb’s dick while Josh was connected to its other end.
“You were docking with James so I guess you are nice and wet. Does it hurt, Robb?” Josh asked.
“It feels weird but keep going -- slowly.”
“It has to be slow. I need to cum any second I’m so fuckin’ horny I might explode,” Josh said.
“James, get your ass over here. Josh, breed me doggy style while I blow mine in James,” Robb said, as he spit in his hand and lubed James.
“Okay, let’s fuck, and do me rough,” James said, while he pulled the sound out of Robb and Josh.
Josh rubbed his dick on Robb’s hole, getting him wet with some of Jeff’s cum that oozed out. Robb forced himself into a willing James while Josh gave Robb what he had been asking for since the day they met while Josh was up a ladder looking down at Robb popping a woody.
The boys in the viewing gallery were ready to boil over, so Vlad screwed muscular little Brad who fucked Ryan noisily. Danny watched and said, “what the fuck” to himself and stuffed ‘Nessy’ the monster into Vlad’s welcoming ass. Jeff sucked Ryan’s tumescent torpedo while Ryan gave Jeff a super slinky hand-job.
The moans reached a fever pitch, with Josh slamming deeply into Robb as he discharged two loads, setting off an ejaculation quickly into James. Josh and Robb had the dick twitches for awhile after all their cum had been planted. Robb kept going at James whose head was tilted back and turned sideways to accommodate wet kisses from Robb who jerked him to a sensational conclusion. Josh quit pumping Robb because the copious cum was going everywhere. They all collapsed on each other while the viewing gallery finally caught up with them. Vlad felt like the big winner having Danny cum in his ass after doing a bang-up job of massaging his prostate like it hadn’t been massaged since Scott milked him. Vlad, a big cummer in normal times, filled the cute gymnast like Danny always did, while he blasted a new pipeline in Vlad’s fiancé, Ryan, loving the feel of holding a well toned blue eyed beauty. Jeff drank every drop of Ryan’s climax while Ryan gave him an exhilarating jerk-off, concentrating on Jeff’s sensitive foreskin and glans.
After a few minutes, all the boys came down from their highs and trotted off to their washrooms, ultimately ending up in the shower lovingly washing each other. If this was a test of jealousy, they all passed. Polyamory was the name of the game. Plans to soak in the hot tub were abandoned. Rather, the fireplace was turned on and the lights dimmed, showing the natural glow of a very relaxed group of beautiful young men. After passing everyone a beer, Jeff and Josh were totally comfortable being with the younger swimmers and became bookends for Robb who felt safe and secure.
“This was quite a day. Even the guys who don’t like organ music will be amazed with Scott. I’ll take you to my church when he is all better. He’s an amazing musician. I was freaked out being in his presence in his ‘between’ state but I’m okay with it now. He must have been happy playing the huge pipe organ in my church. I can’t wait for him to get back here with us where he belongs,” Robb said.
“You and me both. I’d be a real mess if it wasn’t for Ryan.
Does anyone have their alarm set for the morning?” Vlad asked. “It’s the first day of the semester.”
To be continued ...
Sheep, what a day and night! Organ recital for one very special listener followed by orgasmic love making beyond dreams.
Thanks!
Thanks!
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Wow! Organ sounds, and an orgasmic "sound"! Yes! There are more than several ways to make Music! 
Keep hitting the keyboard, Sheep!
And, in this case, I'm not talking about "The Ivories"!
Write On!
Chaz
Keep hitting the keyboard, Sheep!
And, in this case, I'm not talking about "The Ivories"!
Write On!
Chaz
Chaz,
You have such way with words!
You have such way with words!
You guys have a competition going down. I'm part way through Ch 91. I'll try to get it up (so to speak) in under 2 months. Sorry for the delay but live intervened, and out 4 legged owner went on ahead only 9 weeks from her 21st birthday. She was such a part of our lives for like forever, it's been tough.
Vlad became very special as the story wrote itself. He wormed his way into all the boy's hearts, and those of the readers. He has made himself #1 with Scott being out of commission, managing to step into his shoes to keep the operation going.
Sometimes business partners have a closer relation than a married couple.
Thank you for the thoughtful comment.
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Oh, wow, Sheep! I'm sorry to hear that, and know how that is.
Our German Shepherd made it to just past 19. And, though that was quite a few years ago, there are times that I feel her wondering about the house, still checking up on us.
HUGE HUGS to You, and Flash!
Chaz
OMG, you guys are angels. 19 years for a Shepherd is very rare indeed. My condolences. They are like people only 100% dependent on you.
We lost our Maine Coon, Oreo, around Thanksgiving - cancer. He was 13.
We miss him. We have another rescue cat, Midnight, but he'll never replace Oreo. For a cat he was our DAWG.
He played fetch when he was younger. Hopped up on the couch between my wife and me every night.
We miss him. We have another rescue cat, Midnight, but he'll never replace Oreo. For a cat he was our DAWG.
He played fetch when he was younger. Hopped up on the couch between my wife and me every night.
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I find myself amazed how "simple" animals can so effectively work their ways into the center of our Hearts. Then, I'm reminded that we are animals, too. There is an innate connection. We are, after all, ONE, and very much the same. Though different levels, still so much Kindred Spirits. 
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Just found your thread a few days ago and have been staying up late to read every chapter. Very much enjoyed your story and the characters you've created. I especially like Vlad and Ryan, and Robb. Thanks for all you hard work over the last few years, as I have followed dates on posts. I hope you will continue to add to the story as you have time. I have loved the addition of the organ music. I am a church choir director, so love Robb's character. Also, love to visit Toronto, so could even visualize some of the locations. Thanks again and well done you!!!
Scotty:
Thanks for your encouragement! It makes a huge difference. Now I should bring everyone up to date. The writing database into which I write the story threw me a curve last week as I was about a half page from the end of chapter 81. I made an extra precaution because of the degree of difficulty. Unfortunately it erased the entire chapter. No problem, I said to myself since it is saved to the cloud automatically. Actually, big problem because the cloud syncs with my local copy. In other words the cloud also had an erased chapter 91. This is why I don't keep knives near the computer. Fortunately I backed up mid December to 2 other drives, 2 USB keys and 2 other clouds. I've become more than a little OCD over backups. So I managed to have about half of the chapter. I've gone through it and made some updates that I recalled, and am now writing again.
Words cannot express how difficult it is to do it over. The American political disaster has been an enormous distraction, not to mention our Prime Minister's about face on the only plank in the platform that was carved in stone; the promise that 2015 would be the last election under "first past the post."
The clincher this week was the death of a good friend and client. I'll try to work on it this weekend.
Thanks for your encouragement! It makes a huge difference. Now I should bring everyone up to date. The writing database into which I write the story threw me a curve last week as I was about a half page from the end of chapter 81. I made an extra precaution because of the degree of difficulty. Unfortunately it erased the entire chapter. No problem, I said to myself since it is saved to the cloud automatically. Actually, big problem because the cloud syncs with my local copy. In other words the cloud also had an erased chapter 91. This is why I don't keep knives near the computer. Fortunately I backed up mid December to 2 other drives, 2 USB keys and 2 other clouds. I've become more than a little OCD over backups. So I managed to have about half of the chapter. I've gone through it and made some updates that I recalled, and am now writing again.
Words cannot express how difficult it is to do it over. The American political disaster has been an enormous distraction, not to mention our Prime Minister's about face on the only plank in the platform that was carved in stone; the promise that 2015 would be the last election under "first past the post."
The clincher this week was the death of a good friend and client. I'll try to work on it this weekend.
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Chapter ninety-one
Previously:
“This was quite a day. Even the guys who don’t like organ music will be amazed with Scott. I’ll take you to my church when he is all better. He’s an amazing musician. I was freaked out being in his presence in his ‘between’ state but I’m okay with it now. He must have been happy playing the huge pipe organ in my church. I can’t wait for him to get back here with us where he belongs,” Robb said.
“You and me, both. I’d be a real mess if it wasn’t for Ryan.
Does anyone have their alarm set for the morning?” Vlad asked. “It’s the first day of the semester.”
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At least it wasn’t raining for the first day. We did seem to be in each other’s way while getting ready. Josh and Jeff left bright and early, and Brad and Danny went to PH2 to get ready. We had bathroom facilities for 6 but there were only 5 with Scott being somewhere between the hospital and the hereafter, and Danny shacked up with little Brad. Even so, we hadn’t developed a “workflow.” We all wanted to get to the campus early. Our schedules would be varied, eliminating the terrific traffic to some extent. The arrival home after swim practice would be the real crunch.
It was a quiet walk after the raucous lovemaking Monday night, but everyone managed hugs before separating from the rest when they were at their destinations, with a reminder to meet at the pool after.
**
“I know you guys don’t swim because its fun. Ask each other. Most of you hate it, but can’t imagine your life without it. It’s part of you; it’s what you live for. You live for the practices, parties, cheers, beers, long bus and plane trips, meets, lost goggles, water, Gatorade, and the love/hate relationship with your coaches. You live for the way it feels when you beat the other team by a few points, and you know those 2 extra sprints you swam in practice were worth it. You become a tight family with your team. You amaze yourselves with all the random thoughts in your head while you’re swimming laps for two or three hours, trying not to think of the pain from an imaginary knife stabbing your lungs.
You live for the competition, for the friends, the memories, it’s who you are. You look in the mirror after a practice, and you approve. It’s who we are… swimmers... too sexy for clothes! I demand more from each of you because I believe in all of you. For the new green applicants, this isn’t high school anymore. A hug from a teammate doesn’t mean he wants to date you. You are family -- it’s what we do. You’ve taken the orientation programs. Any racial or sexual slurs are grounds for being cut from the team. Most of you are returning members, and as I recall, you’re a bunch of huggers. If you’re buggers as well, remember, you are now family. Govern yourselves accordingly.
We have some new members on trial. Please give a wave when I call your names... Jesse... Vlad... James... Ryan... Danny... Robb, you helped with the first two... thanks for that, where’s Scott? He’s late which isn’t like him.” Coach inquired.
“Yes Robb?”
“He was in a fire and is now in the hospital in acute care. We don’t know if he will be... back on the team. I’ll see you after.”
“That’s not good. This isn’t his year! Yes, Jesse?”
“It was an accident and it was my fault. I almost didn’t come this afternoon. I...”
“The n00bs stay here. The rest of you out-of-shape former swimmers, get in the pool, start swimming and you can leave at 7. That’s shy of 3 hours.”
Moans and groans greeted the “death by swimming” decree.
“Coach, we were all at Scott’s cottage when a fire broke out. We are all upset because we are all friends and live together, with Scott...” Robb said.
“But it was my stupid dumb-ass fault. I chucked a spaz and tripped Vlad who was carrying flaming saganaki and now there is no cottage... it went up in smoke,” Jesse added.
“Can I send a card to Scott?”
“Coach, he’s planning to check himself out on Friday and wants to have the team over for a couple of beers, some pizzas, and perhaps a soak in the hot tub. Can you make it on Friday after practice? I see him every day and will pass on your regards,” Vlad said.
“Friday’s out for me. Actually there won’t be a scheduled practice but you guys should do some laps. Vlad, have you made it into the gym yet? I’d like to see you bulk up a bit.”
“Yeah, Scott took me to the gym. Would you tell the team about the party, Coach?”
“Sure, I’ll mention it tomorrow. You can print up directions to hand out. Now I want to see how you guys swim. Robb, you can join the others for 3 hours.”
The coach timed the new guys and congratulated them on their style, and as a reward, allowed them to also spend 3 hours doing laps. Nobody got past the one hour mark without getting out for some water, or to get rid of some. At least that was the common excuse. The whole team needed to get back in shape quickly if it wanted to stay in 1st place this year.
Eventually 7:00PM rolled around and everybody got out of the pool and headed to the showers except Vlad, who took a chilly dip in the plunge pool to put the fire out in his joints, then joined the rest in the showers to rinse off the pool chemicals.
**
“Can I walk home with you guys?” Jesse asked.
“It’s not like you joined a leper colony! We are on the same team. Eventually though, you’ll need to talk to Scott to settle your differences but Friday will be the earliest for that. How is life with John?” James asked.
“You know mate, I only stayed with him that first night because I was so drunk, I couldn’t walk any further, but then he demonstrated his secret weapon. You blokes have no idea how heavenly a blow job can be from a guy who removes his dentures. Also I don’t think he got any for a long while because he kept at it until the sun came up. Sucking and playing with my arse, I thought my nuts were going to implode! His apartment is pretty small with pie shaped rooms so there’s just the one double bed so we have to get along. He’s a good cook and should have dinner ready by the time I get home,” Jesse said.
“We’re all happy for you. I’ll tell Scott, which reminds me, I should call him now. I texted him around noon but didn’t get anything back. Maybe he was asleep,” Vlad said.
**
“Hey Scott, how are you today?” Vlad asked.
“How are my buddies? I’ll bet you’re walking home after a 3 hour ball breaking practice that started with Coach’s rehearsed pep talk like “You live for the competition, for the friends, the memories, it’s who you are” etc. etc. He says the same thing every year. Probably didn’t even miss me...”
...“Yeah he did, and he was upset over your continuing misfortune...he also said he wanted you to take me to the gym so I told him you did, then I promptly changed the subject and asked him if he could make it Friday for some beer and pizza because you were going to check out of the hospital Friday, but he won’t be there on Friday. Our official practice is cancelled which is good because I’ll be able to pick you up. My last class gets out at 2 on Friday. So you didn’t tell me how you are. I sent you a message earlier...”
“I learned the Widor Toccata, a sweet little piece by Alec Rowley called 2nd Benedictus, and Gigout's Toccata in B minor. You’ll love the Widor. It’s a real show piece but so is the Gigout. We were at Metropolitan’s huge 5 manual Casavant. I think he said it was the biggest church organ in Toronto. It took awhile to learn the Widor because I kept playing it too fast but Fred got me down to the speed Widor himself played it,” Scott said.
“So that makes 5 times you died?
“Who is counting. Maybe I need to slow down. I never sleep. It’s either lessons or listening and watching on youtube. Any word on the organ, or you can’t talk about it because Bambi’s beside you?” Scott asked.
“That too, but I’ll see my email when I get home. I still need to come up with an inventory for the cottage, and motor up to see you tonight...”
“Take the evening off, Vlad. I’m going to get them to give me something to make me sleep and something to dull the pain from that Lucas machine they strap to my chest.”
“Can I speak to Scott?” Ryan asked.
**
“Hey hunk, how’re you doing?”
“You’re the hunk. I’ve been on my back for 3 days now and I feel weak. So what’s up?” I asked.
“I had an idea. I don’t see myself moving back with mom and dad and wondered what you would think about me bringing my Bowflex machine to the loft?”
“It’s an excellent idea. We are all getting so busy it would be convenient to fit in a workout. It’ll be good for you when you start skating again. You can use the truck and Vlad. I’d love to use Vlad and you. What have you guys been up to?” I asked.
“Bambi told us you played the gigue fugue and he was the one sitting in the creaky pew, so that mystery is solved. Robb even said he was wasting his time pursuing a master’s in organ performance because you are so good. The contractors dropped in for a visit last night and we all played together. Wished you were here. We all survived day one of the semester. That’s about all that’s happening. So are you coming home Friday?”
“Come Hell or high water! I miss you guys so much. Can you round up the swim team and ask Brad if he can ask the gymnasts to come Friday after practices because the organ for Robb is coming and it is huge and heavy and we need lots of strong guys? Don’t tell Robb -- it’s a surprise!” I said.
“You haven’t said anything about the piano so I guess Vlad didn’t tell you about his grandmother?”
“What piano?”
“He invited his grandma Yulia from Ukraine to the wedding and she wants to buy us a grand piano for a wedding present!”
“Oh wow, we can play duets. I’m looking forward to hearing you play, Ryan. Have you done anything regarding skating?”
“I asked my coach if there was a facility downtown and got an email back today. The club has two rinks, one of which is at Maple Leaf Gardens. I’ll look into it when I get home to see if there is ice time available when I am, and what it costs.”
“I need to cut you loose now as they are here to ask some questions about a sleeping pill. I miss you guys, and love to all,” I said.
**
When the boys arrived home exhausted from a 3 hour swim, Robb hauled out the stew-filled slow cooker from the fridge that he made on Monday and plunked it on the bar. Ryan grabbed the key to the locker to get his skates, then returned to his desk to plug in his laptop and check email. He went to the skating club’s site and looked through the time slots for his category finding an early morning Thursday and late afternoon Sunday for a price under a thousand dollars for the season. Twice a week wouldn’t take him to the Olympics, however, that wasn’t his goal. Skating was fun and helped him stay focused. A quick examination of his skates reminded him they were sharpened at the end of last season. Just holding his skates brought back images of loops, waltzes, flips, salchows, toeloops, axels and lutzes. He was determined to perfect his execution of the triple toe/triple axel combination. He was less inclined to hurt himself with that rather than a quad toe however Scott asked if he did a quad so he would keep practicing it.
**
After peeling some potatoes, Robb let out a quiet ‘marvy!’ from the kitchen after reading his email because he received notice that his brother signed the peace bond voluntarily and was released on bail with a monitoring device on his ankle.
**
Vlad worked in the library digging through Scott’s family’s receipts putting values on the furnishings and contents of the cottage using a video Scott made with his new camera. He made the claim on a spreadsheet. He received a text from Kevin who had been accepted into the management training program at the bank starting in 3 weeks, finishes his office boy duties the end of this week, and has 2 weeks vacation starting Friday.
Vlad received a sketch of the design for the rings from Yulia and was blown away. The wedding bands were atypical 18 karat gold bands and would have an inscription engraved inside, shown on the sketch which looked similar to the Olympic rings only there were three, not five. All three were linked together. The top was square and flat with a large diamond set into a recess.
“Hey Ryan, got a minute?” Vlad shouted.
“Coming.” Ryan walked in wearing his figure skates. “Don’t panic -- I have blade guards on so I won’t slice and dice Scott’s thick carpeting.”
“Ryan, you look so hot and manly, and...tall!” Vlad said, as he rushed over to hold his fiancé in a full frontal hug, pressing firmly against him. “Got something for you...” he said, as he showed him the sketch.
“Nice bands. What is the inscription, and what’s with these huge rocks?”
“I think it is to remind us we aren’t alone as our love is completed by one other. Either she got religion or she is thinking Scott, because I told her all about him. When I told her I was getting married, she assumed it was to Scott, but I sorted that out. The diamonds look like about two karats, and the setting looks very secure and masculine, unlike women’s diamond rings. Anyway, I need your ring size if you know it. I have a ring sizer I downloaded and printed off. Just place it around this finger, slip the pointy end through the slot and pull it through until it’s comfortably snug and read off the nearest number. I’d just die if the ring came off in the pool!” Vlad said, then handed Jesse’s Mac Book Pro to him. “It’s on loan until you graduate. You may as well take Jesse’s workstation, too.”
“Are you sure? -- like all this is so generous.”
“Scott got new ones for all of us. You are one of us, so like yes. Sorry it’s a month old but Jesse took better care of it than he did of Scott. Say, what do you think of these LED spotlights I ordered? They are multi-coloured and white and operated from a remote control. I was thinking of one shining down on the organ console, two aimed at the pipework, and one for the piano.” Vlad said.
“Very cool! They can be set to fade from colour to colour too. They will be a nice surprise for Scott when he gets back. Josh will be here on Friday with Jeff and can install them then. We need to figure out the best place for the piano. So, about the skating, I can get ice time close by on Thursday early morning and Sunday late afternoon for under $1000 from now to April. I should ask my old coach for a recommendation for a coach down here but I need to figure out if I can afford coaching,” Ryan said.
“I can help with that. I want you to be as awesome as possible. I have a vested interest and I want to show you off because I love you.” Vlad said.
“I love you, Vlad. Oh, and I’m a 10.”
“On a scale of 1 to 10 you’re a 15, and when you wrap your arms around me, closer to a 25. Oh, did you mean your ring size is a 10? I should call Kevin and Aaron and need to send a photo of you to Yulia.”
After a quick kiss, Vlad went through Scott’s Aperture photo file and found one of Ryan posing in his board shorts shirtless doing a one legged squat and another one of him and Vlad kissing. He checked his bank account to find $50,000 had just been transferred into it so he emailed Yulia thanking her for the gift, noting the ring sizes and approving the sketch, and including the photos.
**
“Mr. Williams, I’m from the cardiac unit. You inquired about getting something to help you sleep. They were reluctant to prescribe anything due to your heart problems, and have asked me to review your chart. How are you feeling now?” the doctor asked as he readied his stethoscope.
I’ve been...”
“Shhh, take a deep breath. Exhale. Again. Hmm. You sound kind of rattly. I’m going to order blood-work for you. I suspect a touch of pneumonia and want a WBC and a fuller screening of your electrolytes. We’re going to put a Holter heart monitor on you to figure out what’s causing these episodes, and I need new chest x-rays as well as an echo and ECG, so Scott, I’m sorry but tonight isn’t your lucky night if sleep was your #1 priority. They’ll be in shortly to draw a little blood, and someone will be in to give you a sponge bath. Your skin needs to be oil free for the electrodes to adhere. I’ll be in to see you in awhile.”
“Doctor, you asked how I was feeling. You’re like my dentist asking me something after filling my mouth with instruments so I can’t talk! To answer your question, I’m bored and I need to get out of here on Friday afternoon!”
“We’ll see about that.”
**
“The stew was really good Robb. I was starving after that workout. What was the marvy for?” Vlad asked.
“Oh, my brother signed the peace bond voluntarily and was released on bail with a tracker, so I guess I can sleep.”
“You can sleep with me,” James said, before giving him a hug then crashing on a sofa to watch the news on TV.
“Does anyone want more or should I make the leftovers into soup?”
Danny and Brad declined, wanting to go to Brad’s and release some built-up hormones from the long practice and spend the night together. “Well then, it’s down-converted to soup,” Robb muttered to himself. “At least James liked it.”
**
“Aaron, it’s Vlad, and yes, Scott pulled through once again if you were going to ask.”
“I’ve got this ominous feeling. I’ll feel awful if something happens without me coming back to see him. I’m gonna try to book a flight home as soon as possible. Tell him I love him and will see him soon. Take care of him until I get back. I can’t take it. I’ll call you when I know what’s happening. Later.” Aaron ended the call sobbing.
**
“Mr. Williams, I’m here to give you a bath. Doctor’s orders.”
“I wish I could stand in a shower but I guess that’s not going to happen.”
“I’ll make it easy for you,” he said, as he wheeled a small cart beside the bed and pulled the curtain around us. “Let’s get that hospital gown off. Don’t be shy. You’re supposed to check your modesty at admitting,” he chuckled.
It was kind of cool getting rid of the smoky odour. He even gave me some kind of a dry shampoo. It was more like getting an oil change done on my hair. I was holding out just fine until he worked his way down below the belt and I happened to think of Aaron. The effect was sudden, and changing thoughts to any of the other guys didn’t help. I thought of Jesse hoping to tie his burning of the cottage to my erection issue, but all I could think of was sex with the ex. The flag was to the top of the flagpole and I must have turned pink.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve even seen this happen to 80 year old men, but Mr. Williams, if it’s any consolation, it’s rare for me to be a bit envious under these circumstances,” he chuckled with his deep resonant voice, and told me he could make it go down real fast if he needed to.
I quit worrying, enjoyed the wash and felt comfortable watching the almost Mona Lisa smile on his attractive face when the feel of the wash cloth in his large brown hand felt like all of my loft-mates acting in concert to make me feel better. He had an extra cloth. I apologized for creating extra cleanup duty.
Things progressed quickly. Someone came to suck some blood out of my arm. I was wheeled to x-ray, then ultrasound for the echo cardiogram. It felt comfortable to be disconnected from all the monitoring equipment only to be covered with electrodes for the ECG.
Once that reading was completed, I was fitted with a new 12 lead Holter heart monitor, a pain in the ass contraption about the size of an iPod, with a screen and a button marked EVENT in red that hung over my shoulder and strapped around my chest and was to run for 24 hours recording everything my heart was doing, then be evaluated. They finally wheeled me back to my floor but put me in a semi-private room shared with an empty bed. I even had a window and an institutional looking arm chair covered in vinyl which I decided to sit in. I hoped, ultimately, to get some sleep being in my own quiet room. Just as they left to bring all my stuff over from acute care, I felt weird, saw the white light and quickly pressed the ‘event’ button on the Holter.
**
“Ryan, got a few minutes?”
“For you, anything, anytime. Shall we go upstairs?” Ryan asked.
“Can you help me verify this list of contents which I’ve printed off for you. Just check the items when I call them out.”
The audit went well, pointing out a couple of mistakes, one duplicate and one omission, which were quickly fixed.
“Thanks, hubby-to-be. I got the money transferred from Yulia so you can start looking for a piano,” Vlad said.
“That was fast! I have some feelers out. I talked to my technician whose elderly client, after being sick for a long time had just passed away. She had a Mason & Hamlin concert grand from the 60’s. He did a total rebuild eight years ago. The case is the original high gloss ebony but in very good condition. It’s been a year since he tuned it, but it was in a good state of tune when he played it in her house last month. Her executors are looking for bids and are anxious to get it out so they can put the house on the market. They have dollar signs in their eyes because the house has to be worth 3 million. He gave them the wholesale book value of $31,000 to 34,000 but pointed out to get top dollar for it, it needs to be refinished to make it look new. That will be around $12,000. Even Steinways now come from the factory with a satin ebony finish which is thousands less than the high gloss. He also said the condition was so good he wouldn’t suggest refinishing, but he would give it a professional polishing after touching up the legs which had some normal wear and tear marks. I’ve done some searches online and found one in California priced at $35,000 US dollars so if we could get it for under $40,000, we still have room for costs for the movers and the technician to adjust, regulate, and tune it a couple of times. And that, my dear, sounds like a bargain for a recently rebuilt CC 9’ concert grand. There are a couple of other possibilities at piano dealers in the area,” Ryan said.
“What are we waiting for?”
I’ll call him, find out terms, timing, how to submit a bid, then go see it and play it and see if we fall in love, but I’ll see the other ones first.”
“What are you guys up to?” Robb asked.
“Talking about getting a grand piano. I want to try it on for size. Want to come with me and give me your opinion?”
“Love to. Name the time and I’ll be ready,” Robb replied.
“Could you make a map from the university to here and print off a bunch of copies?” Vlad asked.
“Will do!”
“Vlad, I need your help to come home with me to take apart my Bowflex machine and load it into the truck to bring it here. It would be nice to get it here before Scott returns.”
“Does tomorrow work? We should be out of the pool around 6:00 if coach is true to form. Do we need any more help? I’d like to show Robb my piano.”
“Robb, you free tomorrow night?”
“Sure, I’ll be at the conservatory Thursday night preparing for my A.R.C.T. but Wednesday’s fine. What’s up?”
“Grab some music and come home with us. Tell me what you think of my old Heintzman while Vlad and I dismantle my Bowflex. It shouldn’t take that long because we don’t need to totally disassemble it,” Ryan said.
To be continued ...
Chapter ninety-one
Previously:
“This was quite a day. Even the guys who don’t like organ music will be amazed with Scott. I’ll take you to my church when he is all better. He’s an amazing musician. I was freaked out being in his presence in his ‘between’ state but I’m okay with it now. He must have been happy playing the huge pipe organ in my church. I can’t wait for him to get back here with us where he belongs,” Robb said.
“You and me, both. I’d be a real mess if it wasn’t for Ryan.
Does anyone have their alarm set for the morning?” Vlad asked. “It’s the first day of the semester.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At least it wasn’t raining for the first day. We did seem to be in each other’s way while getting ready. Josh and Jeff left bright and early, and Brad and Danny went to PH2 to get ready. We had bathroom facilities for 6 but there were only 5 with Scott being somewhere between the hospital and the hereafter, and Danny shacked up with little Brad. Even so, we hadn’t developed a “workflow.” We all wanted to get to the campus early. Our schedules would be varied, eliminating the terrific traffic to some extent. The arrival home after swim practice would be the real crunch.
It was a quiet walk after the raucous lovemaking Monday night, but everyone managed hugs before separating from the rest when they were at their destinations, with a reminder to meet at the pool after.
**
“I know you guys don’t swim because its fun. Ask each other. Most of you hate it, but can’t imagine your life without it. It’s part of you; it’s what you live for. You live for the practices, parties, cheers, beers, long bus and plane trips, meets, lost goggles, water, Gatorade, and the love/hate relationship with your coaches. You live for the way it feels when you beat the other team by a few points, and you know those 2 extra sprints you swam in practice were worth it. You become a tight family with your team. You amaze yourselves with all the random thoughts in your head while you’re swimming laps for two or three hours, trying not to think of the pain from an imaginary knife stabbing your lungs.
You live for the competition, for the friends, the memories, it’s who you are. You look in the mirror after a practice, and you approve. It’s who we are… swimmers... too sexy for clothes! I demand more from each of you because I believe in all of you. For the new green applicants, this isn’t high school anymore. A hug from a teammate doesn’t mean he wants to date you. You are family -- it’s what we do. You’ve taken the orientation programs. Any racial or sexual slurs are grounds for being cut from the team. Most of you are returning members, and as I recall, you’re a bunch of huggers. If you’re buggers as well, remember, you are now family. Govern yourselves accordingly.
We have some new members on trial. Please give a wave when I call your names... Jesse... Vlad... James... Ryan... Danny... Robb, you helped with the first two... thanks for that, where’s Scott? He’s late which isn’t like him.” Coach inquired.
“Yes Robb?”
“He was in a fire and is now in the hospital in acute care. We don’t know if he will be... back on the team. I’ll see you after.”
“That’s not good. This isn’t his year! Yes, Jesse?”
“It was an accident and it was my fault. I almost didn’t come this afternoon. I...”
“The n00bs stay here. The rest of you out-of-shape former swimmers, get in the pool, start swimming and you can leave at 7. That’s shy of 3 hours.”
Moans and groans greeted the “death by swimming” decree.
“Coach, we were all at Scott’s cottage when a fire broke out. We are all upset because we are all friends and live together, with Scott...” Robb said.
“But it was my stupid dumb-ass fault. I chucked a spaz and tripped Vlad who was carrying flaming saganaki and now there is no cottage... it went up in smoke,” Jesse added.
“Can I send a card to Scott?”
“Coach, he’s planning to check himself out on Friday and wants to have the team over for a couple of beers, some pizzas, and perhaps a soak in the hot tub. Can you make it on Friday after practice? I see him every day and will pass on your regards,” Vlad said.
“Friday’s out for me. Actually there won’t be a scheduled practice but you guys should do some laps. Vlad, have you made it into the gym yet? I’d like to see you bulk up a bit.”
“Yeah, Scott took me to the gym. Would you tell the team about the party, Coach?”
“Sure, I’ll mention it tomorrow. You can print up directions to hand out. Now I want to see how you guys swim. Robb, you can join the others for 3 hours.”
The coach timed the new guys and congratulated them on their style, and as a reward, allowed them to also spend 3 hours doing laps. Nobody got past the one hour mark without getting out for some water, or to get rid of some. At least that was the common excuse. The whole team needed to get back in shape quickly if it wanted to stay in 1st place this year.
Eventually 7:00PM rolled around and everybody got out of the pool and headed to the showers except Vlad, who took a chilly dip in the plunge pool to put the fire out in his joints, then joined the rest in the showers to rinse off the pool chemicals.
**
“Can I walk home with you guys?” Jesse asked.
“It’s not like you joined a leper colony! We are on the same team. Eventually though, you’ll need to talk to Scott to settle your differences but Friday will be the earliest for that. How is life with John?” James asked.
“You know mate, I only stayed with him that first night because I was so drunk, I couldn’t walk any further, but then he demonstrated his secret weapon. You blokes have no idea how heavenly a blow job can be from a guy who removes his dentures. Also I don’t think he got any for a long while because he kept at it until the sun came up. Sucking and playing with my arse, I thought my nuts were going to implode! His apartment is pretty small with pie shaped rooms so there’s just the one double bed so we have to get along. He’s a good cook and should have dinner ready by the time I get home,” Jesse said.
“We’re all happy for you. I’ll tell Scott, which reminds me, I should call him now. I texted him around noon but didn’t get anything back. Maybe he was asleep,” Vlad said.
**
“Hey Scott, how are you today?” Vlad asked.
“How are my buddies? I’ll bet you’re walking home after a 3 hour ball breaking practice that started with Coach’s rehearsed pep talk like “You live for the competition, for the friends, the memories, it’s who you are” etc. etc. He says the same thing every year. Probably didn’t even miss me...”
...“Yeah he did, and he was upset over your continuing misfortune...he also said he wanted you to take me to the gym so I told him you did, then I promptly changed the subject and asked him if he could make it Friday for some beer and pizza because you were going to check out of the hospital Friday, but he won’t be there on Friday. Our official practice is cancelled which is good because I’ll be able to pick you up. My last class gets out at 2 on Friday. So you didn’t tell me how you are. I sent you a message earlier...”
“I learned the Widor Toccata, a sweet little piece by Alec Rowley called 2nd Benedictus, and Gigout's Toccata in B minor. You’ll love the Widor. It’s a real show piece but so is the Gigout. We were at Metropolitan’s huge 5 manual Casavant. I think he said it was the biggest church organ in Toronto. It took awhile to learn the Widor because I kept playing it too fast but Fred got me down to the speed Widor himself played it,” Scott said.
“So that makes 5 times you died?
“Who is counting. Maybe I need to slow down. I never sleep. It’s either lessons or listening and watching on youtube. Any word on the organ, or you can’t talk about it because Bambi’s beside you?” Scott asked.
“That too, but I’ll see my email when I get home. I still need to come up with an inventory for the cottage, and motor up to see you tonight...”
“Take the evening off, Vlad. I’m going to get them to give me something to make me sleep and something to dull the pain from that Lucas machine they strap to my chest.”
“Can I speak to Scott?” Ryan asked.
**
“Hey hunk, how’re you doing?”
“You’re the hunk. I’ve been on my back for 3 days now and I feel weak. So what’s up?” I asked.
“I had an idea. I don’t see myself moving back with mom and dad and wondered what you would think about me bringing my Bowflex machine to the loft?”
“It’s an excellent idea. We are all getting so busy it would be convenient to fit in a workout. It’ll be good for you when you start skating again. You can use the truck and Vlad. I’d love to use Vlad and you. What have you guys been up to?” I asked.
“Bambi told us you played the gigue fugue and he was the one sitting in the creaky pew, so that mystery is solved. Robb even said he was wasting his time pursuing a master’s in organ performance because you are so good. The contractors dropped in for a visit last night and we all played together. Wished you were here. We all survived day one of the semester. That’s about all that’s happening. So are you coming home Friday?”
“Come Hell or high water! I miss you guys so much. Can you round up the swim team and ask Brad if he can ask the gymnasts to come Friday after practices because the organ for Robb is coming and it is huge and heavy and we need lots of strong guys? Don’t tell Robb -- it’s a surprise!” I said.
“You haven’t said anything about the piano so I guess Vlad didn’t tell you about his grandmother?”
“What piano?”
“He invited his grandma Yulia from Ukraine to the wedding and she wants to buy us a grand piano for a wedding present!”
“Oh wow, we can play duets. I’m looking forward to hearing you play, Ryan. Have you done anything regarding skating?”
“I asked my coach if there was a facility downtown and got an email back today. The club has two rinks, one of which is at Maple Leaf Gardens. I’ll look into it when I get home to see if there is ice time available when I am, and what it costs.”
“I need to cut you loose now as they are here to ask some questions about a sleeping pill. I miss you guys, and love to all,” I said.
**
When the boys arrived home exhausted from a 3 hour swim, Robb hauled out the stew-filled slow cooker from the fridge that he made on Monday and plunked it on the bar. Ryan grabbed the key to the locker to get his skates, then returned to his desk to plug in his laptop and check email. He went to the skating club’s site and looked through the time slots for his category finding an early morning Thursday and late afternoon Sunday for a price under a thousand dollars for the season. Twice a week wouldn’t take him to the Olympics, however, that wasn’t his goal. Skating was fun and helped him stay focused. A quick examination of his skates reminded him they were sharpened at the end of last season. Just holding his skates brought back images of loops, waltzes, flips, salchows, toeloops, axels and lutzes. He was determined to perfect his execution of the triple toe/triple axel combination. He was less inclined to hurt himself with that rather than a quad toe however Scott asked if he did a quad so he would keep practicing it.
**
After peeling some potatoes, Robb let out a quiet ‘marvy!’ from the kitchen after reading his email because he received notice that his brother signed the peace bond voluntarily and was released on bail with a monitoring device on his ankle.
**
Vlad worked in the library digging through Scott’s family’s receipts putting values on the furnishings and contents of the cottage using a video Scott made with his new camera. He made the claim on a spreadsheet. He received a text from Kevin who had been accepted into the management training program at the bank starting in 3 weeks, finishes his office boy duties the end of this week, and has 2 weeks vacation starting Friday.
Vlad received a sketch of the design for the rings from Yulia and was blown away. The wedding bands were atypical 18 karat gold bands and would have an inscription engraved inside, shown on the sketch which looked similar to the Olympic rings only there were three, not five. All three were linked together. The top was square and flat with a large diamond set into a recess.
“Hey Ryan, got a minute?” Vlad shouted.
“Coming.” Ryan walked in wearing his figure skates. “Don’t panic -- I have blade guards on so I won’t slice and dice Scott’s thick carpeting.”
“Ryan, you look so hot and manly, and...tall!” Vlad said, as he rushed over to hold his fiancé in a full frontal hug, pressing firmly against him. “Got something for you...” he said, as he showed him the sketch.
“Nice bands. What is the inscription, and what’s with these huge rocks?”
“I think it is to remind us we aren’t alone as our love is completed by one other. Either she got religion or she is thinking Scott, because I told her all about him. When I told her I was getting married, she assumed it was to Scott, but I sorted that out. The diamonds look like about two karats, and the setting looks very secure and masculine, unlike women’s diamond rings. Anyway, I need your ring size if you know it. I have a ring sizer I downloaded and printed off. Just place it around this finger, slip the pointy end through the slot and pull it through until it’s comfortably snug and read off the nearest number. I’d just die if the ring came off in the pool!” Vlad said, then handed Jesse’s Mac Book Pro to him. “It’s on loan until you graduate. You may as well take Jesse’s workstation, too.”
“Are you sure? -- like all this is so generous.”
“Scott got new ones for all of us. You are one of us, so like yes. Sorry it’s a month old but Jesse took better care of it than he did of Scott. Say, what do you think of these LED spotlights I ordered? They are multi-coloured and white and operated from a remote control. I was thinking of one shining down on the organ console, two aimed at the pipework, and one for the piano.” Vlad said.
“Very cool! They can be set to fade from colour to colour too. They will be a nice surprise for Scott when he gets back. Josh will be here on Friday with Jeff and can install them then. We need to figure out the best place for the piano. So, about the skating, I can get ice time close by on Thursday early morning and Sunday late afternoon for under $1000 from now to April. I should ask my old coach for a recommendation for a coach down here but I need to figure out if I can afford coaching,” Ryan said.
“I can help with that. I want you to be as awesome as possible. I have a vested interest and I want to show you off because I love you.” Vlad said.
“I love you, Vlad. Oh, and I’m a 10.”
“On a scale of 1 to 10 you’re a 15, and when you wrap your arms around me, closer to a 25. Oh, did you mean your ring size is a 10? I should call Kevin and Aaron and need to send a photo of you to Yulia.”
After a quick kiss, Vlad went through Scott’s Aperture photo file and found one of Ryan posing in his board shorts shirtless doing a one legged squat and another one of him and Vlad kissing. He checked his bank account to find $50,000 had just been transferred into it so he emailed Yulia thanking her for the gift, noting the ring sizes and approving the sketch, and including the photos.
**
“Mr. Williams, I’m from the cardiac unit. You inquired about getting something to help you sleep. They were reluctant to prescribe anything due to your heart problems, and have asked me to review your chart. How are you feeling now?” the doctor asked as he readied his stethoscope.
I’ve been...”
“Shhh, take a deep breath. Exhale. Again. Hmm. You sound kind of rattly. I’m going to order blood-work for you. I suspect a touch of pneumonia and want a WBC and a fuller screening of your electrolytes. We’re going to put a Holter heart monitor on you to figure out what’s causing these episodes, and I need new chest x-rays as well as an echo and ECG, so Scott, I’m sorry but tonight isn’t your lucky night if sleep was your #1 priority. They’ll be in shortly to draw a little blood, and someone will be in to give you a sponge bath. Your skin needs to be oil free for the electrodes to adhere. I’ll be in to see you in awhile.”
“Doctor, you asked how I was feeling. You’re like my dentist asking me something after filling my mouth with instruments so I can’t talk! To answer your question, I’m bored and I need to get out of here on Friday afternoon!”
“We’ll see about that.”
**
“The stew was really good Robb. I was starving after that workout. What was the marvy for?” Vlad asked.
“Oh, my brother signed the peace bond voluntarily and was released on bail with a tracker, so I guess I can sleep.”
“You can sleep with me,” James said, before giving him a hug then crashing on a sofa to watch the news on TV.
“Does anyone want more or should I make the leftovers into soup?”
Danny and Brad declined, wanting to go to Brad’s and release some built-up hormones from the long practice and spend the night together. “Well then, it’s down-converted to soup,” Robb muttered to himself. “At least James liked it.”
**
“Aaron, it’s Vlad, and yes, Scott pulled through once again if you were going to ask.”
“I’ve got this ominous feeling. I’ll feel awful if something happens without me coming back to see him. I’m gonna try to book a flight home as soon as possible. Tell him I love him and will see him soon. Take care of him until I get back. I can’t take it. I’ll call you when I know what’s happening. Later.” Aaron ended the call sobbing.
**
“Mr. Williams, I’m here to give you a bath. Doctor’s orders.”
“I wish I could stand in a shower but I guess that’s not going to happen.”
“I’ll make it easy for you,” he said, as he wheeled a small cart beside the bed and pulled the curtain around us. “Let’s get that hospital gown off. Don’t be shy. You’re supposed to check your modesty at admitting,” he chuckled.
It was kind of cool getting rid of the smoky odour. He even gave me some kind of a dry shampoo. It was more like getting an oil change done on my hair. I was holding out just fine until he worked his way down below the belt and I happened to think of Aaron. The effect was sudden, and changing thoughts to any of the other guys didn’t help. I thought of Jesse hoping to tie his burning of the cottage to my erection issue, but all I could think of was sex with the ex. The flag was to the top of the flagpole and I must have turned pink.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve even seen this happen to 80 year old men, but Mr. Williams, if it’s any consolation, it’s rare for me to be a bit envious under these circumstances,” he chuckled with his deep resonant voice, and told me he could make it go down real fast if he needed to.
I quit worrying, enjoyed the wash and felt comfortable watching the almost Mona Lisa smile on his attractive face when the feel of the wash cloth in his large brown hand felt like all of my loft-mates acting in concert to make me feel better. He had an extra cloth. I apologized for creating extra cleanup duty.
Things progressed quickly. Someone came to suck some blood out of my arm. I was wheeled to x-ray, then ultrasound for the echo cardiogram. It felt comfortable to be disconnected from all the monitoring equipment only to be covered with electrodes for the ECG.
Once that reading was completed, I was fitted with a new 12 lead Holter heart monitor, a pain in the ass contraption about the size of an iPod, with a screen and a button marked EVENT in red that hung over my shoulder and strapped around my chest and was to run for 24 hours recording everything my heart was doing, then be evaluated. They finally wheeled me back to my floor but put me in a semi-private room shared with an empty bed. I even had a window and an institutional looking arm chair covered in vinyl which I decided to sit in. I hoped, ultimately, to get some sleep being in my own quiet room. Just as they left to bring all my stuff over from acute care, I felt weird, saw the white light and quickly pressed the ‘event’ button on the Holter.
**
“Ryan, got a few minutes?”
“For you, anything, anytime. Shall we go upstairs?” Ryan asked.
“Can you help me verify this list of contents which I’ve printed off for you. Just check the items when I call them out.”
The audit went well, pointing out a couple of mistakes, one duplicate and one omission, which were quickly fixed.
“Thanks, hubby-to-be. I got the money transferred from Yulia so you can start looking for a piano,” Vlad said.
“That was fast! I have some feelers out. I talked to my technician whose elderly client, after being sick for a long time had just passed away. She had a Mason & Hamlin concert grand from the 60’s. He did a total rebuild eight years ago. The case is the original high gloss ebony but in very good condition. It’s been a year since he tuned it, but it was in a good state of tune when he played it in her house last month. Her executors are looking for bids and are anxious to get it out so they can put the house on the market. They have dollar signs in their eyes because the house has to be worth 3 million. He gave them the wholesale book value of $31,000 to 34,000 but pointed out to get top dollar for it, it needs to be refinished to make it look new. That will be around $12,000. Even Steinways now come from the factory with a satin ebony finish which is thousands less than the high gloss. He also said the condition was so good he wouldn’t suggest refinishing, but he would give it a professional polishing after touching up the legs which had some normal wear and tear marks. I’ve done some searches online and found one in California priced at $35,000 US dollars so if we could get it for under $40,000, we still have room for costs for the movers and the technician to adjust, regulate, and tune it a couple of times. And that, my dear, sounds like a bargain for a recently rebuilt CC 9’ concert grand. There are a couple of other possibilities at piano dealers in the area,” Ryan said.
“What are we waiting for?”
I’ll call him, find out terms, timing, how to submit a bid, then go see it and play it and see if we fall in love, but I’ll see the other ones first.”
“What are you guys up to?” Robb asked.
“Talking about getting a grand piano. I want to try it on for size. Want to come with me and give me your opinion?”
“Love to. Name the time and I’ll be ready,” Robb replied.
“Could you make a map from the university to here and print off a bunch of copies?” Vlad asked.
“Will do!”
“Vlad, I need your help to come home with me to take apart my Bowflex machine and load it into the truck to bring it here. It would be nice to get it here before Scott returns.”
“Does tomorrow work? We should be out of the pool around 6:00 if coach is true to form. Do we need any more help? I’d like to show Robb my piano.”
“Robb, you free tomorrow night?”
“Sure, I’ll be at the conservatory Thursday night preparing for my A.R.C.T. but Wednesday’s fine. What’s up?”
“Grab some music and come home with us. Tell me what you think of my old Heintzman while Vlad and I dismantle my Bowflex. It shouldn’t take that long because we don’t need to totally disassemble it,” Ryan said.
To be continued ...
