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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 04 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Striking out on his own, Alek leads his own band of merry men to the doorsteps of Cavallo Point...
"Well, homeless boys, get ready for living in the lap of luxury!"
Deric and John, they glance at each other with smiles, meant to project a feeling of a cool, `cool!'
Reflecting on before he was a chip in the game of poker, Adam clicks his teeth, "Hmm, sure gonna miss all that warmth tonight," yet, out of the corner of his eye, catching a vision of John...
There were many unanswered questions on all their minds, regarding Adam and his past life. Perhaps tonight they will uncover some of those mysteries!
Walking up to the desk, Alek was the only one dressed like he could own the place, "I'd like the penthouse suite for the night, maybe more," he winks at the clerk, smiles, thinking him so damn fox!
Brashly, the clerk, looking like he had pushed his way through mid-life, renders with attitude, "Sorry, but that suite is reserved."
Deric could have possibly intervened and owned the desk clerk, however didn't get the chance, Adam stepping forward, asking Alek, "Card?"
Whipping out his wallet, Alek produces his credit card.
Taking it, Adam pulls out all his slavery resources, slapping the plastic rectangle down on the counter, "If you're able to, read the name?"
Hair graying at the temples, standing there at over 6 feet tall, the clerk was most likely hired for height and muscular appearance, able to fend off anyone with an attitude of pulling off a scam. However, he hadn't been approached by this kind of an angle before, especially one who lowered the brain quotient, "I beg your pardon?"
Beeline for Adam's face, he knew how to command such a situation, with power, force, not backing down, as others had procured during his own incarceration, "Beg? Now there's an idea, but forgiveness is earned, not given away freely. Now, about the card?"
Pouty at the lips, the others figured the clerk wasn't falling for this one. Deric and John, they had been turned away by people, along the way of life's journey, runaways on the run. This gaze, the two skilled, proficient at picking up on each other's feelings with facial expressions, had a feeling Adam wasn't going to pull this one off, both ready to run!
However, their second glance told each other Adam was being successful, the clerk caving in, "Hmm, let me take a look," he pulls the card out from under Adam's thumb.
Knowing how this would go, in his own former world, Adam dares to snatch the card away, "Ask nicely!"
There were codes of ethics, regarding behavior of one who worked behind the desk of an upscale hotel. The desk clerk, on occasion would cast, what the manual would say about how to handle customers such as this, but his crotch right now was making him override rules and regulations and what would normally be gut reaction, "May I please have your card, sir?"
Alek leans into Deric's ear, "Owned!"
Looking at the indented name, the clerk is doubly obliging, "Mr. Wasylyk...sir!"
Well, Adam wasn't a `Wasylyk,' but wasn't about to allow the fun to slide just yet, "You're damn right!"
"However," allowing the perkiness of the situation slide, he gazes at the card, the person, Adam, "you're not the Wasylyk whom reserves the penthouse suite?"
Alek was about to butt in, Adam too fast-thinking for him, "Moron...there's more than one Wasylyk in the world, dah?" he snatches the card right out of the clerk's hand, giving it to back to its owner.
A key, telling Alek to step up to home plate, the clerk, who at first came off as a domineering, stately person, reduced to rubble by Adam, says, "Wait. Are you two brothers?"
Almost 20 years apart, they still could have been, but Adam and Alek didn't have many similarities, clothing on, to look anything like siblings.
Though, Alek loved the deception so far, "Y'know, you not only look like a moron," was ready to draw off of the clerk's smartness, turns to a different subject, "wait, are you trying to hit on my bro?"
Definitely was not turning into the best day this clerk has seen, he stands adamant, "Uh no, not doing anything of the kind!"
It makes Deric smile, the clerk really starting to bend and fold, decides to get in on the deception, "Hey, buddy, why are you giving my bro's such a hard time?"
Coming forward, in between Adam and Alek, the clerk moves a pointed finger, grazing in the air over the three, "You all are brothers?"
Putting a hand on one hip, John steps into the fray, "Yeah and don't forget me!"
The clerk was so thankful the counter hid everything from the navel, down. The first three to confront him, they were hot. Real hot. The fourth brother', whom he doubted was connected, at least by fortitude, emotion hanging onto the coattails of the other three brothers', well they were having quite an effect. Making like it was John whom tipped the scales, the clerk says, "Maybe we can start from the beginning, shall we?"
Deric had it in mind to say, `Sure, right after you get on your knees and suck my cock-juices down,' but kept quiet.
"I think we can oblige," Adam handled it, since he wasn't the real cardholder's name on the credit voucher.
"Thank you," the clerk started to fall back on protocol.
Still, a little demanding, the way his father could be on business matters, Alek says, "You going to run the card or allow us to stand here and make a scene?"
Kept in a small quadrant, square perimeter of desk and the four `brothers', the clerk hadn't regarded the size of the whole lobby, looking up, glancing around and even though it was vacant, other than the four, "Of course. I'll get on it right away, sir."
Alek in charge of the card, his name on it, Adam just stood there and gawked, thinking how nice it would be, acting as his true self. In his right mind, things would go, him on his knees, saliva dripping from lips, having come off of a savory shaft, glancing between the master's eyes and luscious sausage...
However, they were all fooled, as if the whole sham were exposed, the clerk turning to Alek, throwing the card down on the desk with a loud crack, "Denied!"
"What?" Alek exclaims. "How can that be? I just used it this morning to buy us breakfast!"
Hand out, as if presenting the machinery which brought up the verdict, "The computer...it don't lie. See for yourself?"
Adam, standing on the floor and not on a platform behind the counter, still could measure up to the clerk's shoulder, leans over, "He's not lying, bro!"
Of course, when things happen between men, like the nudging of shoulders, and they have a tinge of feeling for each other, eye contact or not, shows maybe an interest, or disinterest, it's the way it goes with Adam, "Sorry `bout that."
The clerk could have said something, but just smirks.
Adam, he wasn't sure how it went!
"I just can't believe it," Alek protests. "I know I'm not over the limit, it being a brand new-spanking card." Looking up at the clerk's face, Alek explains, "My father just gave it to me."
Being the way Alek's father came across to them, Deric a witness to how the father and son confrontation worked it's way out, "I betcha I can guess what this is about."
"Really? Like, how would that go?" Alek replies, giving his full attention to Deric.
Being these the only four patrons in the lobby and not rushed for time, the clerk leans on the counter, half paying attention to Deric's theories, other half focused on Adam!
"Well, you and your pop didn't exactly leave each other on buddy-buddy terms?" Deric theorizes.
"He's right," John agrees. "I got the same impression."
Disagreeing, Alek, being a judge of that, "Really? I thought he was cool with what I said."
"Listen to Deric. He knows," John was so cute!
The clerk was listening, but also wondering what it would feel like, having Adam's glasses all steamed up, in the heated corridor of his thighs!
"I'm listening," Alek retorts.
"The way I think it went, your pop got some impressions going and ran back to his exec friend...what's his name..."
"Hart," Alek assumes.
"Yeah, and relying more on his fuck-buddy's advice, cancelled you out of his life."
That drew the clerk's attention real quick, thinking of the impossible, `fuck-buddy?', had it in mind to give the older Wasylyk a call right this moment. Then, side view of Adam's head, the dark brown-rimmed glasses, golden beard, made him relaxed, breathing in, as if taking all of Adam in with the inhale.
Alek couldn't deny the thought, having communicated to the others, how little he meant to his father, "Hmm, you could be right about Hart...and my father."
`Pop, huh?' the clerk was silent in his thinking, how it would be sweet, to have a son like Adam!
"So, what're you gonna do about it?"
"What can I do, Deric?"
Smart, wise, a man of the world, at 18, Deric was quick-witted, coming up with all the answers in a matter of seconds, "Bust some ass, that's what we're gonna do!"
Grabbing Alek's arm, Deric headed for the exit.
"Wait for me, Deric!" John shouts, following.
"No," Deric places a hand on John's chest, "you stay here with Adam," making sure Adam was cool with keeping an eye.
"Yeah. No problem," Adam says, like a babysitter, "I can keep an eye on him," though, much like he was himself, he could side with John on the fact it was much easier to rely on someone else.
A witness to the whole scene, the clerk, a hand below the counter, was telling himself, `the more the merrier!'
While Deric was busy explaining to John, why he had to stay, Alek returns to the counter, "Keep our room available. I have a feeling Deric is going to straighten things out with my card."
Ordinarily, when it came to young people, the clerk smelled a scam when it was coming. Right now, he was loving the aroma, "No problem."
Apart from designs he was having on Adam, the clerk was thinking how sweet it would be, the elder Wasylyk along for the ride!
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It didn't take long for Johan Wasylyk, returning to his office, doing as Hart advised, severing ties with an ungrateful son, starting with cutting off the artery to Alek's bank account, canceling the credit card. Soon enough, the guilt set in, which made him yearn to go back to the source, Hart's office.
"Yes?" Hart looks up from working at his desk, like he didn't know why the boss was there!
"We gotta talk."
Of course Hart knew why. As things usually went, Hart would be on his knees in front of Johan, but with the issue at hand, "Thinking twice about my good advice?"
"No," Johan griped, locking the door behind him.
Turning into a `moment', Hart gets up out of his swivel chair and heads for the blinds, a hand grabbing the crystal fish, "Need more advice?"
Which, more than words of wisdom, perhaps Johan's ever-hungry needs needed more attention!
"I'm feeling guilty."
"Guilty pleasure?" Hart dwell on sexual escapades, done at work and not in a more private environment, like the penthouse suite.
"No," Johan pouts, "not that. I'm talking about Alek."
In business, Hart knew all the ins and outs, what kept the sales up, customer complaints low, how to work a client to invest more, more, more, but when it came to mansex, there was nothing more satisfying and rewarding than to be on the knees, lapping at a set of low-hangers, slurping up the sides of thick cock, going down until tonsils touched, or pleasure in other extremities, licking a hot hole, pits, sucking and biting a hot set of chest nubs or tantalizing a deep innie, teething around the tender edge, feeling hairy treasure trail on the tongue and starting all over again, "Strangely, I'm up for another go around, too!"
"I'm not here for sex," Johan took hold of Hart's hand, about ready to unzip.
"This must be serious," Hart withdrew to his desk chair, setting the crystal on his desk, instead of filing cabinet.
On the other side of the door, Alek has gently felt up the knob, reporting to Deric, "It's locked."
Deric calmly says, "Well, I'm not into vandalism, but in rare circumstances...stand aside."
Like a detective, springing in on the hoodlums, Deric raises a foot and with all his might, stomps on the door, right below the knob!
"What tha fuck?" Hart exclaims, standing up at his desk.
"Alek?" his father gasps.
Adamantly walking over to the doorway, Hart gets in Deric's space, "You're going to pay for that door your foot just busted!"
Loving it, Deric bolsters up the tough exterior, "You and who's army?" he was ready to bust more than a door!
Oh man, did Hart want to back down, fall on his knees, worship this Greek god in an Irish suit, but rather inclined, "I'm calling security."
Not which he was a big bully, just acquiring the skills over the trail of life, Deric grabs Hart's arm, swings him about and plugs Hart's stomach with a fist, "Like hell you are!"
"Ur-rgh!"
Falling to his knees, Hart clutches his guts with two arms across the middle.
Alek and his father, stop, rather Johan recedes from apologies, "What the hell?"
Holding up one hand, Hart says, winded, "Hold it. I think we can work this out, without getting security involved."
Having developed a skill, reading people without much vocal to go on, Deric turns to his friend, "I think it might be a good idea for you to take your gripes to your pop's office, Alek?"
Thinking it `wise', Alek leads the way.
Concerned, Johan asks, "Hart?"
Pulling himself up, by use of the edge of his desk, Hart utters, "I'll be fine."
More concerned, Alek asks, "Deric?"
"Don't worry about me," Deric says, cunningly massaging righthand knuckles with the palm of his left hand, "me and Hart. We've already developed an understanding."
"If you say so," Alek closes the door behind him, accompanying his father.
"Now," Deric demonstrates how he likes to play the game, "where were we?"
Picking up a chair, showing off not only intelligence, on how to lock a door which no longer shuts on its own, but also acting skills, wedges the chair tightly into place.
A different side to Hart, "I'm sorry for mentioning security. I know deserve punishment for what I did."
Impressed, Deric wondered just how far Hart would go to keep himself stiff!
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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee
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