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The Brownstone on Union Park
- Chapter Ten -
"OK, now the shorts," Carter said and facetiously made a motion like he was going to undo the front button of his khakis.
Michael breathed in sharply and tensed up not realizing he was joking. Carter laughed and said, "Relax man, I'm just kidding. I know you can do this yourself."
Michael responded with a defeated smile, he was so emotionally and physically spent after this evening.
"I'll leave the room, and you can finish up. I need to do some laundry before my trip tomorrow and was going to start a load with the shirts from upstairs in the sink. When you're done, just add your shorts to the washing machine. I can do a quick cycle and have everything done in under and hour," Carter explained.
"Thanks," Michael responded.
Carter then shuffled over to his closet and got a change of clothes for himself and exited to change in the bathroom.
Michael pushed off the bed with his hands palm down on the bunched-up comforter and slid his body closer to the edge. He began to unbutton his khaki shorts and unzip the zipper raising each ass cheek one a time to get the shorts down his legs. He got them off and gently placed them on the floor and was now wearing nothing but his bright white Hanes briefs and the black fitted T-shirt. Michael leaned back and was about to try to remove the briefs when he realized he probably should not sit ass naked on Carter's bed with his backside still damp. The thought of damp ass prints on his sheets probably would not go over well.
He delicately stood up and put his weight on his right leg and pulled the waistband of the briefs halfway down his body. Turning around and facing the bed, he held onto the edge with his right hand and delicately switched feet and put his body weight on the left foot with the swollen ankle. Michael then pulled his briefs down to his feet and freed his right foot from the leg hole. Even taking off his underwear was such a chore with a sprained ankle.
Feeling his ass cheeks to be dry for the most part, he returned to the bed in a seated position and slipped his underwear off his foot around the taped ice packs and threw them on top of his shorts already on the ground. He was wearing nothing but the black T-shirt in Carter's bed and let out a deep sigh of relief. What a night he was having.
Michael saw the mesh gym shorts near the back of the bed where Carter had placed them when he sat down next to him. They were not easily within reach so he elongated his body lying face down and stretched his arms to reach the shorts near the pile of pillows closer to the headboard when he heard the door fling open.
"Hey, did you want..." James began to ask and stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Michael's naked ass suspended over the comforter reaching for the shorts.
Michael whipped his head back and opened his eyes wide like dinner plates in a horror-filled expression.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" James exclaimed and slammed the door.
Michael felt mildly embarrassed so exposed like that to this otherwise complete stranger. At least he had a cute ass though. And, after all, the whole point of the evening was to get to know his new roommates. He got that out of the way at least.
He could not stand another second of being naked and uncovered like this so he grasped the shorts and quickly put them on and let out yet another deep sigh.
A gentle knocking on the door brought his attention to the front of the room and he heard Carter ask, "Everything OK in there?"
"Yeah, just finishing up. You can open the door," Michael replied.
Carter walked in and approached the bed trying to make sense of what he heard when he was changing in the bathroom moments ago. He now wore a loose-fitting white tank top with the Chandler University logo prominently displayed and pair of navy nylon running shorts with low cut white ankle socks.
"What was that all about before?" he asked looking confused.
Michael replied, "James walked in on me when I was getting dressed. It's fine, I think he thought we were both in here."
Carter rolled his eyes wondering if James was checking up on the two of them, shook his head, and said, "Whatever, let's go back down to the living room."
He got closer to the bed and Michael extended his arms like a reflex knowing he would be getting carried down again to the landing below. Carter picked him up and they descended the steps rounding the corner to the living room, this time, in dry clothing. The rain picked up again and was beating against the windows but the thunder and lightning had long ceased. It was actually a peaceful atmosphere now with only the sound of the rain.
James could be seen taking some additional glasses over to the glass coffee table in front of the L-shaped couch when he began to apologize, "I'm sorry Michael, I thought you two were all set in there. I was going to ask if you wanted to dry your clothes."
Carter brought Michael over to the same spot on the couch he started out in the beginning of the night. And with the same tenderness and finesse as before placed him down in a seated position.
Before Michael could respond Carter cut in, "I actually needed to do a quick load of laundry before I pack tonight, I was going to wash a few things. Do you need anything for the trip tomorrow?"
"I'm good. Just don't forget the shirts in the sink on the top floor," James reminded him.
"I know. I'm going to do that now actually. Michael, did you put your stuff in the washer?" Carter asked.
"Sorry, I forgot before. They're next to your bed," he replied.
James returned to the kitchen with the open bottle of Prosecco and crossed over to the coffee table being careful to place it down on a magazine to avoid scratching the glass.
"OK, you guys get your drink on. I'll be back in a few minutes," Carter said and ran up the stairs to take care of the laundry situation.
James poured himself another glass of the Prosecco as Michael clasped both hands on the side of the copper mug from earlier in the night checking the temperature. It surprisingly still felt a little cold to the touch.
"I'm sorry about walking in on you before. If it makes you feel any better, Carter and I have seen each other naked coming out of the bathroom a few times. It's no big deal," James explained, "It'll probably happen again."
"Again?" Michael rightfully questioned.
"We'll be living with each other, stuff like that happens," James explained and shrugged as to downplay the seriousness of it.
Michael picked up his half-full Moscow Mule in the shiny copper mug and took another drink. It tasted better when it was colder but now anything he could do to soothe his nerves he enjoyed. So far this evening, he was carried up and down several flights of stairs half naked, got hard in front of Carter, and walked in on literally ass naked by James. He experienced more with these guys than he did on most bad first dates.
"Can I send you the payment with Venmo before I forget again?" asked Michael?
"Of course, but as long as you do it by the first it's fine. I don't have an extra set of keys on me at the moment so I'll need to make some copies for the main entrance. The rest of the doors are controlled by your phone so I can send you the app and unlock link." James casually responded.
"Nice, you did a really good job on the home automation," Michael replied as he fiddled with his phone sending the twelve hundred dollars electronically to James.
"Well, apart from the self-locking one on the top floor... I need to reset that so it doesn't lock us out again. It's pretty safe up there anyway, I doubt our neighbors would try to break in and jump across the roofs," explained James.
"Great, I just sent the first month's rent payment!" Michael cheerfully exclaimed.
"So, you feel like an adult now?" James questioned while laughing in a playful manner.
Michael shrugged his shoulders in response and half smiled and went down to finish off the rest of Moscow Mule. As far as he was concerned he now officially accomplished what he set out to do tonight: find a place to live for September. He made the first payment and the deal was effectively done.
"I guess," he said after he swallowed the rest of the ginger beer.
"Well, I hope this works out. I've got a good feeling about things this time," James replied.
"Sorry to hear about the drama you guys had with the other roommate Tony," Michael said as he heard Carter come down the stairs.
He entered through the kitchen area and headed toward the pantry cabinet, opened it up, and pulled out a bag of flatbread crisps. Carter returned to the fridge and got a small block of gruyere cheese, marinated olives, along with some pepper relish that he placed on top of a marble cheese board with a knife and brought over to the coffee table.
"You like gruyere cheese, Michael?" Carter asked.
"Gree-what cheese?" Michael asked in response.
"Oh my god, we have so much to teach this one!" James laughed in response.
"It's pretty mild, I'm sure you'll like it," Carter said.
"So, Michael just officially paid his first month's rent and was telling me that he's not going to be any trouble like Tony," James explained.
Carter opened his eyes wide staring directly at James and raised his eyebrows enough to cause a few wrinkles to appear on his forehead and added, "Good to hear."
Michael could sense there was some moderate tension in the air from the deadpan delivery of Carter's confirmation but he honestly did not know what the source of the friction was all about. James poured himself another drink as he quickly finished his first and then filled the empty wine glasses for Carter and Michael emptying the rest of the bottle of Prosecco.
"So, Michael, I'm flying out to LA on Monday, but I can get the main entryway keep copied by then. I'll give a copy to Carter for you and you can start to move things gradually over time if you like."
"Nice, I don't have too many things to bring over beside my clothes, books, and a few personal things. I'm probably going to get rid of my microwave, mini fridge, and coffee maker unless you think we could use them somewhere," he replied and started to explore the cheese board.
Michael popped some olives in his mouth and took the cheese knife and began to cut a small slice from the larger wedge of gruyere.
"It's your call, most of those things we already have upstairs on the top level," James said and took another drink. He was easily getting to the point where if he did not eat something soon he was likely to reach his imbibing limit.
Carter handed Michael a piece of flatbread to go with the cheese and offered, "I can give you a hand sometime next week after work some night if you want a hand bringing your things over. I bet we could do it all in one trip and get your new mattress too."
James started in on the cheese board carefully spreading the pepper jelly on the flatbread crackers along with a small wedge of the cheese.
"Oh yeah, I need to get a mattress too," Michael reminded himself.
"Like I said, let me see what my connections can do at Chandler in the housing office. I might even be able to get you a free one too if you don't mind it being used. It's not as weird as it sounds though. They're typically fireproof treated and liquid proof given that it's for college students so nothing can really penetrate them. It's pretty standard issue stuff."
"Free is good. Yeah, let me know what you can get," Michael replied and took another sip of the Prosecco.
James got up and crossed the living room, entered the kitchen and opened the freezer to pull out the handle of vodka. He placed it on the counter and brought his right hand up to his chin and scratched it with two fingers deep in thought while he opened the fridge door with his left hand. James eventually pulled out a container of cranberry juice and another lime.
"Anyone want a Cape Codder?" James asked.
"Maybe we all have had enough to drink tonight..." Carter reasoned in an attempt to steer James away from drinking more, "And what if the water is choppy on the fast ferry to P-town tomorrow? This storm isn't exactly letting up with the rain."
James thought about it for a second and then started pouring the vodka into another glass and added the cranberry juice. He completely forgot about the lime and brought the drink over to the table along with the handle of vodka and cranberry juice. James then flipped on the TV and started playing serene drone footage of cities illuminated at night for some background distractions.
"Wow, it looks like you mean business tonight," Carter remarked and sarcastically added, "the glass handle of vodka is resting directly on the totally legitimate Noguchi."
"Oh, eat me, it's Friday night," James replied in a snippy manner and then rhetorically asked, "It's the summer, how many more warm days do we have like this before the city turns into a frozen wasteland."
"Don't you still have to pack?" James asked in an attempt to limit his drinking.
"I did most of it before Michael came tonight," James replied.
"OK, then," Carter said and took some more cheese off the bigger wedge dipping it in the pepper jelly and another sip of prosecco.
Michael took another drink too wanting to fit in with the his older and soon to be roommates. He was nearing his third drink that night in less than two hours and it was starting to take a toll on him. He simply did not have the metabolism of these older guys who were used to drinking substantially more and had the body weight to absorb it.
"I'll be right back, I just need to use the bathroom," Michael said, carefully got up and made his way toward the half bath on the first floor.
James took another drink of the vodka cranberry, looked directly at Carter, and asked, "You sure don't want to help him make his way to the potty, Carter?"
Carter shot him back with daggers for eyes.
"Enough, James," Carter sternly replied as Michael closed the door to the restroom and was out of earshot.
James rolled his eyes and took another swallow from his sloppily made drink. He was already on drink number four this evening and the inebriation was starting to show as his eyes were beginning to glaze over and close a little.
"Remember, we don't want to scare this one away. Just try to make him feel comfortable here. Can you do that?" Carter asked.
"Yes, and can you please not sleep with him?" James retorted.
"We've been over this before!" Carter reminded him.
"Good then!" James exclaimed satisfied to have the last word and then added, "I feel like I'm going to pass out. Can you put away this stuff because I'm going to bed soon? Make sure we're up in time for the ferry."
"Sure," Carter replied as James took the last drink of the night and went up to bed.