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NOVEMBER knockout 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Tariq is your brother and Kevin with you?" Jean-Claude asked.
But realistically it was a loaded question. Very obvious Kevin and Emre were part of the quartet standing in the foyer.
"No." He was hazy at introductions.
Before he could formulate a plan, "Hi! I'm Dario Marciano," Dario states, doing the proper thing by offering a hand in friendship to each. "I met Tariq this evening... I mean yesterday evening and we went dancing at Paradise. I thought I should accompany him home and at the same time, since Tariq has told me so much about you, I felt it would be a priviledge and an honor to meet you. Um, which one of you are J-C?"
"That would be me," Jean-Claude replied, "and this is my partner, Brendan Okano."
"Okano? Would you happen to be from New Zealand?" Dario asks as Tariq waits in the wings.
"Of that I'm not sure," Brendan replies, adding a delayed yawn.
"I have a cousin, Mark."
Finally Tariq adds to the conversation, in explanation of Mark, "Kevin strips his shirt off in front of Dario and Mark by mistake. He thinks it is Sebastien and Garritt."
It was an in, so Jean-Claude took it, "And I'm sure there's a story behind it, but being it's late and I'm sure Dario needs to get home, maybe we can hear it at dinner some night?"
"Oh sure," Dario replies, upbeat, not showing any signs of the clock showing two-thirty a.m. "Dinner's good. When?"
"Of that I'm not sure," Jean-Claude replies, "but Tariq will let you know and while you two are saying your goodbyes, Brendan and I will be heading upstairs to say our 'goodnights'!"
Immediately, as Jean-Claude and Brendan turned towards the stairway, Tariq led Dario into the Tv room.
"Looks like a nice kid," Brendan says.
"Yeah, if he could only keep his mouth shut long enough to get a word in!"
The two laugh.
Entering their room, the two turn to separate dressers, Brendan beginning to shed his uniform. "Oh man what a day. I really don't feel like showering."
"Let me know if you need some help."
"I need some help," Brendan replies, Jean-Claude suddenly making up his mind for him.
Following the routine, Brendan bends over to start the hot-cold cycle, earning a swat on the ass just because it was 'there'. "Feels good! Would feel better with something else striking it!"
"Oh really?" Jean-Claude replies. "I thought you were too tired?"
"A shower can really wake a guy up. After you?" Brendan offers his lover the first step over the watery threshhold.
"Oh but I'll be extra careful not to get my tasty armpits wet?"
Brendan knew this had to do with their earlier special moment in the den, but entertained thought, "Why not?" Same time he showed why not, lifting Jean-Claude's arm and giving his ripe, dark-haired pit a lick.
"Chocolate or vanilla?"
"Um, butter pecan," Brendan replies, slapping Jean-Claude's ass.
"Fresh!" he returns, a sly look on his face.
It wasn't a rare thing for the two to shower together, but sometimes it did lean towards something more sensual and even though it was way past their bedtime, the two went at it, Brendan soaping up Jean-Claude, a segue to him getting hard and then quite amount of foreplay getting both of their pubes psyched up. Before the 'shower' was over, Brendan bracing himself on the hot and cold faucets, his ass being pummeled, both satisfied their sexual needs and desires.
Getting out, Brendan tossed Jean-Claude a towel, saying, "I think that was a much more hardier ass pummeling than usual, because as you were doing it, I felt the cold water faucet 'give' a little."
"Really?" Jean-Claude replied.
His ass bent over to investigate, Brendan began to salivate, staring at the hairy ass crevice.
But it wasn't meant to be, another risque moment, as Jean-Claude yells "Oh shit!"
"Whatsamatter?" Brendan asks.
"Broke off," he replied, holding the end of the faucet in his hand, "and now we have a leak on our hands."
"Sorry," Brendan replied.
"It's just as much my fault. If I didn't get so carried away and rode your ass so hard, most likely you wouldn't have had to hold on."
The two smiled at each other.
"It'll most likely turn out to be an expensive fuck, but well worth the cost!"
"I agree Bren. It's a little leak. I think it can wait till the morning."
"One problem J-C. It 'is' the morning. In fact, in three hours I have to get up and go to work." Brendan wasn't too excited, reciting the short interval of time between sleeping and rising.
It wasn't too tough for Jean-Claude to decipher the attitude, "Maybe you should call out tomorrow... I mean today and the two of us go look at that beach house?"
"No. I really shouldn't."
"And you really should not be duty with only three hours sleep!"
"I know, but what can I do? Yesterday was my first day back from....."
Brendan stopped to dwell on it, sitting down on the closed toilet, Jean-Claude bracing his ass up against the vanity ledge, his towel slung over his shoulders, draping down over his just-fluffed pecs.
"We have to sort this out and I think we need some time to ourselves to do it. I have to go into the office for a few hours and then I'll come back home and we can take off and check things out. We'll go check out the beach house and then take a drive around."
Of course Jean-Claude hadn't mentioned the other property. One was enough of a shock for Brendan.
"Are you listening?" He asks, Brendan nodding off.
"I'm listening... sort of."
"I think we better get you to bed."
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"Hey! Watcha watching?" Kevin says, the two walking in, him leaping over the back of the sofa, his ass landing right next to Tariq. "How'd you two make out tonight?"
Emre walked in gently, taking his time. Instead of sitting where there was room, the other side of the sofa, next to Dario, he squishes his tush in between Kevin and the arm of the sofa, which causes Kevin's butt moving, setting off a chain reaction, Tariq's butt shoving against Dario.
"Fine, just fine," Dario replies.
To make it sound like things were copasetic with Jean-Claude, Tariq says, "Jean-Claude invited Dario for dinner."
"That's nice," Emre says.
The way he said it made Dario respond, "You don't like me very much, do you Emre?"
"Yeah, he likes you!" Kevin said, in a happy mood.
Emre overrides Kevin's remark, "I don't want to see Tariq get hurt."
Speaking for himself, Tariq's voice escalates, "The only one who is hurting me is you, Emre!"
"Fine! This is what I get for taking care of you!"
Kevin and Dario sat there, heads shifting back and forth as if they were watching Novak and Andy Roddick aggressively paddling the ball back and forth on the tennis court.
"It is like a prison, you taking care of me!"
"I do it for you!"
Meanwhile, upstairs Jean-Claude awakens to Brendan's snoring, but some voices he thinks is neighbors fighting. Listening more, he realizes it is coming from his own unit. Disengaging himself from lying with his front towards Brendan's back, he rolls over, sits on the edge and lifts himself to his feet. He sets the door ajar and listens. "Oh shit! Sounds like World War III down there!" which prompts him to grab a robe and trott down the stairs. He used the excuse when he gets to the 'arena', "You know, when you live in building where the neighbors are withing hearing distance, not mention it's three in the morning, you have to have consideration for them as well?"
It shut the two up.
Seeing Dario still here, after he said he was going, Jean-Claude hints, "It was very nice meeting you, Dario?"
And like on the boardwalk, him giving the secret code to get the hell outta here, he picks himself up, walks around the back of the sofa and after checking out Jean-Claude from head to bare toes, mentions, "Nice bathrobe," then shakes his hand, "It's been a pleasure to meet you J-C." And as he's leaving, he yells, "Tariq, give me a call," then remembers what Jean-Claude said about the neighbors and curfew, whispers, "to let me know what time dinner is!"
'Pushy lad', Jean-Claude thought and as Dario saw himself, it stuck in his mind what a cute ass Dario has! So, somebody want to tell me what all this bickering is about?"
Both Tariq and Emre hadn't come upon that word in their vocabulary, Tariq asking, "Bic-what?"
Kevin, sitting in the middle, still holding the sofa pillow which separated the two, spelled it out for them, "J-C wants to know what you are arguing about."
Coming around the sofa, Jean-Claude parks his ass in the place Dario had warmed. "So, who wants to start?"
Before either Tariq or Emre can answer, Kevin pipes up, telling about the scene at the boardwalk, including Gabriel, the married-bi dude.
"So, what does Gabriel have to do with all this?"
"Nothing really," Kevin replies, "except he was trying to give Emre and me some advice. He was a nice guy."
"So what do you have to say about all this Tariq?" Jean-Claude asks.
"Who me?" Tariq asks.
"Well do you see any other Tariq in the room?"
"No. Sorry, um... I think this is about because Emre is caring too much about me. I'm eighteen and I would like to date a guy too. I tell Emre I like to have a guy like Kevin."
Kevin, clowning around says, "Everybody loves me!" He proceeds to exhale on his fingernails and buff them up on his shirt.
Jean-Claude, his arm over the back of the sofa, really resting along Tariq's shoulders, gives Kevin a little tap in the back of the head with his hand.
"Assault with intent!" Kevin calls out something he heard on some detective mystery show. "Then again it could be worse and not your hand!"
"Kevin, it's going on four o'clock?"
"Oh right," Kevin replies, unlike the three, more chipper. "You're turn," he says to Emre, his left hand pointing like a revolver.
Emre says, "I love Tariq. We are close brothers and I want everything to be good for him. Gazi, he was supposed to take care of us, but he is not a good for Tariq to follow."
"Ah yes," Jean-Claude agrees, "not what I would envision as the best role model. But I think we can look at this from two perspectives...."
Kevin didn't wait for the two to question, "J-C means two different ways to look at the situation."
"Well put," Jean-Claude says. "I can see Tariq's point of view, being eighteen and wanting his freedom, but from your standpoint, Emre, I think maybe you are being a bit restraining. But you are by no means out of bounds with your comments. I am not legally your guardian and don't feel I need to be. You two seem to be very mature for your ages, but if you are asking my opinion, I would say, Tariq, take some freedom, but between you and your brother, draw up some boundaries. You know Tariq, Emre, as he stated, loves you. I myself and Brendan has said it, we are very fond of you and Emre..."
"What about me?" Kevin asks.
"I'll have to think on that one Kevin, but..." stepping over what could be funny, "I think you two should talk it out and think what is fair. Especially since you are in high school, Tariq, there should be some guidelines as to how long you should be out at night and other things which Emre is concerned about your welfare. Now, I suggest you three save this all till tomorrow... I mean the next time we wake up."
"I have a question?" Kevin asks.
Thinking it's along the lines of one of Kevin's jokes, Jean-Claude is reluctant to answer, but does, "What is it Kevin?"
"Since it's getting too cold to do work outdoors, what will Emre and me be doing?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow," Jean-Claude says, wanting to get back to bed.
So the four parted company, Kevin and Emre heading upstairs to the vacant room, Tariq sacking out on the sofa. Soon all was quiet again. Jean-Claude tried getting back to sleep, but all he could think of is 'What do I do with Emre and Kevin'?
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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