Chapter One Hundred Ten – Third Time’s a
Charm
Joey and Tyler lay in each other’s arms,
enjoying the intimacy that follows a lovemaking session that saw them joined as
one. They had tried something new for
them. They had shaved off all of their
body hair. Tyler had suggested it as a
way to heighten their sexual experience.
They helped each other shave and had enjoyed the foreplay! They were so amped up from the experience
that they rushed through their shower and made their way to their bed.
Tyler asked, “Do you like how your skin
feels without all of the body hair?”
Joey grinned and said, “Yes, I love how
your skin feels as well.” He ran his
hands over Tyler’s chest. It felt so
sexy. Tyler hadn’t been very hairy to
start with; but the smoothness of his skin was a complete turn on for Joey.
“Aren’t you glad I suggested it,” Tyler
asked, grinning from ear to ear.
Joey leaned closer and kissed Tyler,
“Yes, I’m very happy we tried it. I
think we will have to continue to shave.”
Tyler agreed. “I think you’re right. I wanted tonight to be a very special one;
since we’ll be apart for a couple of months.”
“I will think of you here in my arms
every night; just like you are now,” Joey promised.
“If the girls’ passports arrive sooner
rather than later, you can take them down to the Spanish Embassy and collect
the visas. That will save time,” Tyler
said.
“I promise to do my best to have
everything ready for us to depart as soon as I have our visas in hand,” Joey
said, gazing deeply into his fiancé’s eyes.
Tyler put his hand up to Joey’s face and
brushed back his hair from his eyes. He
gently cupped his cheek and gave him a tender kiss. “I can’t wait for us to be married,
sweetheart.”
*** ***
The next morning, they were up
early. They had showered and dressed
before anyone else was awake in the house.
Joey cooked breakfast for Tyler and they spent the time talking over all
the things Joey needed to do before he left for Spain. He had made a list and the two of them went
through it adding things that Joey had overlooked. By the time they had finished breakfast,
they both felt that they had a pretty comprehensive list of things that needed
doing.
Joey said, “We need to wake the girls so
you can say goodbye to them.”
Tyler smiled. “I promised Rachel I wouldn’t leave her with
saying goodbye. I wouldn’t want her to
be angry with me.”
Joey laughed. “No, I guess not.”
They stood up and cleared the breakfast
dishes from the table. Tyler came up
behind Joey and slipped his hands under his shirt, running them across Joey’s
chest and pulling him close to him.
Joey arched his back in pure pleasure as Tyler kissed the base of his
neck and gently bit him.
Joey said, “I’m going to miss you!”
“I’m missing you already! That’s why I couldn’t resist giving you at
least one last kiss,” Tyler said.
Joey turned around in Tyler’s
embrace. He unbuttoned Tyler’s shirt
and slipped his arms around his bare waist.
Joey leaned down to suck on Tyler’s nipples. He could feel Tyler growing hard. Tyler gasped in pleasure as Joey bit his
nipple. He had never known that his
nipples were so sensitive until Joey had discovered that they seemed to be
directly connected to his dick!
Tyler said, “We need to move this to our
bedroom. I don’t want to embarrass my
parents if they walked in on us.”
Joey released his lover. He took him by the hand and led him back to
their bedroom.
*** ***
They were just getting dressed, when Rachel
pushed the door open and walked into the room.
Joey smiled at his daughter and said,
“Dad is getting ready to go to the airport.”
Rachel ran over and wrapped her arms
around Tyler’s legs. “Dad, no go away.”
Tyler reached down and picked her
up. “I won’t be gone for very long;
because you are coming to live with me in Spain. Do you want to go on an airplane ride?”
Rachel said, “No, I want you to stay
with Daddy.”
Tyler said, “I want to stay with Daddy,
too, but I have to go back to school.
You and Sarah will fly on an airplane to come live with me. Then we won’t be separated anymore.”
Rachel put her arms around his neck and
kissed him on the cheek. “I love you,
Dad.”
Tyler said, “I love you, too,
Rachel. Will you take good care of your
Daddy for me?”
“Yes, I will take care of Daddy and
Sarah,” Rachel said.
“Let’s go get Sarah out of her bed,”
Tyler said. “I want to say goodbye to
her, too.” Joey followed them into the
girls’ bedroom. Sarah was standing up
in her crib, holding onto the railing.
When Tyler leaned over to pick her up, she wrapped her arms around his
neck. “Good morning, Sarah.”
She made a sound that kind of sounded
like “good morning,” but Tyler wasn’t sure.
He still hadn’t quite got the knack of translating Sarah’s language into
English. Joey seemed to be able to do
it; so he knew he could as well, given enough time.
“Dad is going bye-bye, Sarah. I will see you in a few weeks,” Tyler said
and kissed her on the cheek.
Sarah hugged him and kissed his cheek in
return. Then, she stretched out her
arms to Joey. Joey took her from Tyler
and asked, “How’s my little girl.”
Again, she made some unintelligible
sounds. Joey translated, “You’re
hungry. Okay, let’s go get you
something to eat.”
Joey carried her out of her room and
downstairs to the kitchen. Louise was
standing next to the stove. She turned
and said, “Good morning. I have Sarah
and Rachel’s breakfast ready.” Tyler
joined them with Rachel still in his arms.
He put her into her booster seat, while Joey put Sarah into hers. Louise served the girls their
breakfast. Louise said, “I see that you
two have already eaten.”
“Yes, we did, Mom. I’ll help clean up after I drop Tyler at the
airport,” Joey said.
Louise smiled and said, “Don’t worry
about it, Joey. The important thing is
that you two got to spend some time alone.”
Tyler grinned at Joey. “We did get that this morning.”
Louise saw the look the two boys
exchanged and didn’t ask any questions, not wanting too much information. Instead, she said, “Harry will be down
momentarily. We have about 30 minutes
before we have to leave for the airport.”
Tyler nodded his head. “I’m ready to go. I’ve
already said my goodbyes to the girls and my bags are packed.”
Louise said, “We will start shipping
things to you in a couple of days. We
plan to sell off most of our stuff; but there are a few items we want to keep
and we will pay to have them shipped.”
Tyler heard the excitement in her
voice. He smiled and said, “This is
quite a change for you and Dad.”
Louise nodded her head. “Yes, it is; but it’s a good change. We need to be challenged and active, so we
can stay young. I’m looking forward to
spending time travelling around Europe.”
Tyler smiled. His mother had always dreamed of living
overseas. She had often spoken of going
to Paris and Rome. “Maybe Dad can look
up some of his relatives in Poland,” he said.
Louise said, “That would be a good
idea. It would be interesting to find
out what happened to the family members that stayed behind in the old country.”
Harry joined them in the kitchen. “Good morning everyone!” He looked at Tyler and asked, “Are you ready
to go?”
“Yes, I have my bags packed and I
printed off my boarding pass,” Tyler replied.
“Good.
We should be moving toward the car.
With the grandbabies, it takes a little longer than normal to get on our
way. We are going to have to adjust our departure
times for appointments to give ourselves sufficient time to make sure the girls
are safely buckled in their seats,” Harry said.
Joey said, “I’m so used to it, I
automatically give myself extra time to go places with the girls.”
Harry smiled, “That’s good for you,
since you’re their father; but it’s quite an adjustment for me and your
mother.”
Joey looked at Rachel and asked, “Are
you finished with your breakfast?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Rachel replied.
Joey helped her out of her seat and
lifted her up to the sink. He helped
her wash her hands and then dried them off with the dish towel that hung from
the cabinet door. Louise lifted Sarah
out of her high chair and did the same thing for her.
Louise said, “Let’s get your coat on,
Sarah. Your Dad needs to get to the
airport so he won’t miss his flight.”
They walked out of the kitchen and into
the foyer. Louise retrieved the girls’
coats from the coat closet and handed Rachel’s to Joey. They soon had the girls ready to go. Tyler went upstairs and returned carrying
his luggage. They trooped out to the
cars. Tyler loaded his luggage into the
trunk of Joey’s car while Louise and Joey helped the girls into their
seats. Louise joined Harry in their car
while Joey and Tyler climbed into Joey’s car.
As they drove toward the airport, Joey
said, “I wish you didn’t have to go.”
“Me, too,” Tyler said. “We were just getting to know each other
much better.”
“Now, we will have to do it over the
phone,” Joey said.
“Or by using the web cam on your
laptop,” Tyler said. “You could do your
strip tease routine for me on the web cam.”
Joey laughed. “I could; but I’d have to make sure there
wasn’t anyone around.”
Tyler grinned and said, “It would be
like my own private show!”
Joey kept up a steady stream of
conversation to prevent himself from losing control of his emotions. He knew that he would be reunited with his
lover in a few weeks; but the thought of facing an empty bed every morning and
every night was weighing heavily on his mind.
He had never felt this way about Kathy.
In fact, he was glad when she had spent time away from him. He loved Tyler so much more than he had ever
loved Kathy. Not only were they lovers,
they were soul mates.
When Joey all of sudden fell silent,
Tyler looked over at him. He could see
that Joey was struggling to keep his composure. “Do you want me to drive?”
Joey shook his head and wiped the tears
from his eyes. “No, we are almost to
the airport anyway.”
A few minutes later, Joey entered the
parking lot and found a spot to park.
Tyler’s parents parked next to them.
Harry and Louise helped get the girls out of their car seats, while Joey
helped Tyler with his luggage. Tyler
pulled Joey into a tight embrace and kissed him. He looked into his eyes and said, “Always
remember that I love you, Joey Malone.”
Joey said, “I love you more than you
know.”
Tyler grinned. “I think I can guess.” He squeezed Joey’s package. Joey’s manhood sprang to life under his
hand. “Hold that thought.”
Joey kissed Tyler and said, “I will
always have thoughts of you.”
Tyler hugged him tight. Rachel pulled on his pant leg and said,
“Dad.”
Tyler leaned down and scooped her
up. She hugged him and said, “I love
you, Dad.”
“I love you, too,” Tyler said. “Let’s go inside the terminal.”
Louise carried Sarah while Harry and
Joey followed with Tyler’s suitcases.
Once inside, Tyler joined the queue at the check in counter. After checking in, Tyler rejoined his
family. He hugged everyone and gave
each of the girls a kiss on the cheek.
Lastly, Tyler pulled Joey into his arms and they held each other for a
long time. Tears were streaming down
their faces. Tyler pulled back and took
Joey’s face in his hands. He wiped the
tears away with his thumbs.
“Don’t cry, Babe,” Tyler said. He gave Joey a tender kiss. “I love you.”
Joey clung to Tyler for a moment
longer. “I love you.” Joey released his hold on his lover and said,
“Call me as soon as you land.”
Tyler smiled, “You can count on it.”
Tyler joined the queue to pass through
security. Once he got through, he
turned and waved to his family. Joey
picked up Rachel and pointed to Tyler. “Wave bye-bye to Dad.”
Rachel waved her hand at Tyler. Tyler blew her a kiss. She laughed and pretended to catch it in her
hand and put it to her lips. Tyler had
taught her how to catch kisses yesterday.
She had been so pleased with herself.
They had played for over an hour, blowing kisses to each other and
everyone else in the house. He would
miss the girls almost as much as he would miss their father. Tyler grinned and he waved farewell,
again. He turned and disappeared down
the concourse.
*** ***
Rick opened the door to our condo and we
hauled our luggage to our room. Rick
turned to me and said, “I’m so glad to be home.”
“So am I,” I said. “I’m just glad not to be dealing with all
the emotional stress that we had over the New Year.”
Rick agreed. “It was a pretty stressful vacation.”
“It wasn’t a vacation, Rick. Helping Mom move into a new place and
dealing with Gary and Eric and their emotional constipation was not a
vacation,” I said.
“At least we got to see our uncles get married,”
Rick said, trying to put a positive spin on their whole “family” experience.
“That’s
true. It was a nice wedding,” I said. “I’m very happy for them. But I’m thinking I don’t want anything to do
with my family for the next little while or at least until my parents figure
themselves out.”
Rick
said, “I think Mom is going to need our support now, more than ever before.”
“I
know she needs us; but the best we can do at the moment is keep in touch via
the phone,” I said.
“I
suggest that we call her every night.
You know she’s alone and she will need to know that we are thinking
about her,” Rick said.
“Okay,
we’ll call every night; but we both have to talk to her. This isn’t a Glenn only thing,” I said.
I
sat down on our bed and kicked off my shoes, then lay down. Rick moved around to the other side of the
bed and did the same. He pulled me into
his arms and I snuggled close to him.
Rick looked deeply into my eyes and said, “It feels good to be in our
own bed with you in my arms, Babe.”
I
gave Rick a lecherous grin and said, “Yes, it does feel good.” I began massaging Rick’s generous
package. He was immediately hard. I put my other hand behind his head and
pulled him into to me for a passionate kiss.
***
***
Later
that afternoon, I sat down at the computer to check my e-mail. I was shocked to find an e-mail from Dr.
Bigelow. I clicked on it and read the
contents:
“Glenn
and Rick, my partner and I would like to invite you over for dinner and a game
night this week.”
I
called out to Rick, “Babe, come here a minute!”
Rick
walked into the kitchen where I was using the computer. “What’s up?”
“Take
a look at this,” I said, pointing to the screen.
“I
don’t think we should go, Glenn. Dr.
Bigelow gives me the creeps,” Rick said.
“What
if we get Duane and Mason to go with us?” I asked. “At least there would be four of us against
two.”
“I
still don’t think we should go. Didn’t
Duane and Mason tell us they had heard Dr. Bigelow was into sexual bondage and
other such things? Neither of us is
into that, and I don’t want to be exposed to it,” Rick said. “Think about it, Glenn. You don’t need more emotional stress placed
on you as a result of bondage sex play.
The whole concept disgusts me, as it should you. Our relationship is based on mutual respect
and love for each other. Bondage sex
play has nothing to do with respect and love.
It’s all about the denigration and submission of your partner.”
I
said, “I agree with you, Rick. I don’t
like those kinds of practices either.
Fortunately, none of our friends are into BDSM.” I turned back to the computer screen and
clicked on reply. I wrote, “Thank you
for your kind offer; but we are pretty busy at the moment.” I hit the send button.
“Does
Dr. Bigelow know that you are switching majors?” Rick asked.
“No,
not yet. I need to get that taken care
of this afternoon. Do you want to go
with me?” I asked.
Rick
grinned, “Of course.”
I
stood up from the kitchen table. Rick
pulled me into his arms and I melted against him. He nuzzled my hair, then, he put his hand
under my chin and raised it until he could look into my eyes. He kissed me and said, “I love you, Babe.”
“I
love you, too,” I replied.
Rick
released me and took my hand to lead me out of our condo. We drove over to campus and parked. We walked into the counseling office and the
receptionist looked up and asked, “How can I help you?”
Rick
replied, “We would like to see Mr. Brown.”
“Just
a moment,” she answered. She rang Mr.
Brown, “There are two students to see you, Mr. Brown.” She listened for a moment, then hung up the
phone. “He will see you now.” She pointed the way down the hall.
Rick
said, “Thank you.” We walked down the
hallway and stopped in front of Mr. Brown’s office.
The
door opened and Mr. Brown smiled at us.
“Please come in and sit down.” We
took our seats in front of his desk.
“What can I do for you two?”
“I
want to switch my major,” I said.
Mr.
Brown looked surprised. “Didn’t you
switch majors last semester?”
I
nodded my head. “I did; but I decided I
couldn’t make a career in music.”
“Not
only that, I don’t like Glenn working with Dr. Bigelow,” Rick said.
Mr.
Brown’s eyebrows shot up and he said, “Please tell me he hasn’t invited you to
his house.”
“He
sent us an invitation via e-mail. Glenn
turned it down,” Rick said.
Mr.
Brown relaxed and said, “Don’t ever accompany him home. My partner and I made that mistake and ended
up in their dungeon. They drugged us
and when we woke up, we were bound and gagged.
They and their BDSM friends did all kinds of unspeakable things to us.”
“Why
didn’t you tell the police?” Rick asked.
“They
wouldn’t have believed us. Not only
that, the police would have cheered them on.
The police are very anti-gay. If
the administration found out that I’m gay, I would lose my job. Dr. Bigelow knows that and took advantage of
me and my partner,” Mr. Brown said.
“Wouldn’t
the same thing happen to Dr. Bigelow?” I asked.
“Yes. Dr. Bigelow recorded everything they did to
us and threatened to release the video to the press if I ever said anything
about what had happened,” Mr. Brown said.
I
looked at Rick and said, “I’m glad we decided not to accept their invitation.”
Rick
said, “It’s even more of a reason for you to switch your major. I don’t want you anywhere near the creep.”
Mr.
Brown asked, “What major are you thinking of pursuing?”
“Business
Administration with a minor in Spanish,” I replied.
Mr.
Brown nodded his head. “I think we can
get into the school of Business; but you will need to meet with their advisors
to get your classes. Let me call them
and get you an appointment to meet with them.”
Mr.
Brown called and made the arrangements.
He ended the call. “You will
meet with Ms. Vegara.” He gave me her
phone number and a map of the campus showing me where her office was located.
We
stood up and Mr. Brown said, “I’m glad you decided to get out of the music
department. If you have any problems
with the business folks, please give me a call and I’ll see what I can do to
help.”
We
shook hands and I said, “Thanks, Mr. Brown.”
“Not
a problem,” he responded.
We
left his office and walked across campus to the business building. We walked into the building and found Ms.
Vegara’s office. We knocked on the
door. We heard her call out, “Please
come in.” We opened the door and walked
into her office. She stood and said,
“Please sit down.”
We
took the seats in front of her desk.
She reached across and shook our hands.
“I’m Ms. Vegara.”
“Nice
to meet you,” I said. “I’m Glenn
Nielsen and this is Rick Lernier.”
She
smiled and said, “Nice to meet you both.”
She sat down and looked at her computer screen. “I understand from Mr. Brown that you wish
to switch your major to Business Administration with a minor in Spanish.”
I
nodded my head. “Yes, that’s true.”
“It
shows here that you started out in the engineering department, then, last
semester, you changed to the music department.
Are you certain that you want a degree in business administration?”
I
replied, “No, I’m not. I know I like
Spanish and I’m pretty fluent. I don’t
want to teach Spanish; so I’m not interested in majoring in Spanish. I think that business administration would
give me the necessary skills to run my own business.”
“Your
records show that you’re from Canada.
Do you speak French?” she asked.
“Yes,
I do,” I answered.
“Would
you consider the International Plan?” she asked.
“Yes,
I would. I read about it on-line,” I
said.
“Good. I think we can get you into the
International Plan; but you need to make a commitment to our program. I won’t put you into the program if you
intend to switch out next semester,” she said, looking me in the eye.
“I
think the international plan will work; since I intend to move back to Canada
after college,” I said.
Rick
looked at me in surprise. We hadn’t
talked about our post-graduation plans; but there was no way I was staying in
the United States with its anti-gay government.
Ms.
Vegara spent some time keying things into the computer and then she printed out
my schedule. She handed it to me and
said, “There you go. I look forward to
working with you. Please call me if you
have any problems with any of your classes.”
I
took the paper from her hand and I stood up.
“Thank you very much.”
We
left her office and Rick grabbed my hand.
He led me to a bench and we sat down.
He looked at me and asked, “When did you decide you were moving back to
Canada after graduation?”
“A
few minutes ago,” I said. “I don’t want
to live where I’m a second class citizen, Rick. I know you want to stay in the United States
because you’re in the military; but that doesn’t mean that I do.” Rick looked like I had kicked him in the
gut. “Rick, most of your states have
constitutional amendments that prohibit gay marriage. Most of them also have laws preventing gays
from adopting children. Many have other
obnoxious laws intended to discriminate against gays. I do NOT want to live here, Rick.”
Rick’s
crestfallen look pulled at my heart strings.
“Glenn, I know you feel pretty strongly about gay rights; but I can’t
leave the United States until I’ve completed my contract with the military.”
“I
know that, Rick. You’ve made it
exceptionally clear that you value your military career very much. I’m not stopping you from pursuing your
dream of a military career. I’m just
letting you know that I am determined to move home where I can marry the man I
love, and where I can adopt children,” I said.
Rick looked very upset. I put a
finger to his lips to stop him from speaking.
“I didn’t say when I was going home, Babe. I said I would wait for you to finish your
commitment to the Marine Corps; but not a moment longer.”
Rick’s
expression cleared as what I said registered.
“I thought you were planning to leave me.”
“No,
I’m not leaving you. I intend to take
you with me and move home,” I said. “I
mean not necessarily to Swift Current; because I hated living on the farm. I mean somewhere like Vancouver or
Toronto. Of course, we could move close
to my family in St. Catharines.”
“What
kind of work will I do if we move to Canada?” Rick asked.
“You’re
the one studying to be an engineer, Rick.
I’m certain that there are plenty of jobs for engineers in Canada,” I
said. “There is a healthy auto industry
there; as well as plenty of building and construction projects. There are plenty of mining jobs as well as
electrical power generation projects.”
“We
could live in Minneapolis,” Rick said.
“We
could; but Minnesota prohibits gay marriage.
I liked Minneapolis, Rick; but I don’t want to live there. I want to have a family with you. I want children and I want to be able to
raise them in an environment that is free of hatred toward gay men. I want them to learn to treat everyone with
respect and dignity and that discrimination is evil.”
Rick
sighed and said, “I guess we will have to worry about where we live when the
time comes.”
“I
agree. Let’s not argue about it
now. You still have a little over three
years to go before you can leave the military,” I said. “It’s hard to believe we’re half way through
our junior year of college.”
Rick
smiled and said, “That doesn’t give you much time to get your business classes
done in time to graduate.”
I
said, “You’re right. Look at this
schedule.” I handed him my
schedule. Ms. Vegara had printed out my
schedules for the next four semesters.
“She didn’t tell me I would have to go to summer school.”
Rick
looked over the schedule and handed it back to me. “It looks like you won’t have much time to
mess around. That schedule looks pretty
aggressive to me.”
“I’ll
have to see how things go. If it gets
to be too much, I can always cut back on the number of classes. I wouldn’t graduate in four years; but maybe
five years would better,” I said.
“Let’s stop by the bookstore so I can pick up my textbooks.”
We
stood up and walked to the campus bookstore.
We both picked up our textbooks for the semester. I looked at the receipt and whistled. “That’s a lot of money for books.”
“It
sure is,” Rick agreed. He had spent
more than I did on his books.
As
we were walking toward the parking garage, we ran into Cordell and Jeb. Jeb smiled and said, “How were your
holidays?”
“They
were pretty good, Jeb,” Rick replied.
“I’m sure Cordell filled you in on the details.”
Jeb
laughed. “Yes, he did, or at least he
tried. I had to tell him to stop when
he started to get into graphic detail.”
Cordell
grinned and said, “You asked and I told you.”
“I
did ask; but I didn’t need to know how much sex you guys had,” Jeb said. “We are getting our books for class. I can see you’ve already got yours.”
“Yes,
we did. They cost us a small fortune,”
I said. “Why don’t you guys come over
after you get your books?”
Jeb
looked at Cordell and then he said, “Sure.
Should we plan to stay for dinner?”
“Yes. I thought we could order out pizza or
something,” I said.
“Sounds
like a plan,” Cordell said. “We’ll see
you guys later, then.”
They
two of them left us and we continued on our way to our car. We got back to our car. We threw our books in the backseat and Rick
drove us back home. As we passed Publix
grocery store, I said, “I think I’d like to cook tonight. What do you want for dinner?”
Rick
smiled and said, “I want stuffed shells and a green salad. For dessert, I want your Mom’s famous
orange-carrot cookies.”
Rick
turned into the Publix parking lot and found a parking spot. We grabbed a trolley and wandered around the
store, picking up the needed ingredients for dinner. We stopped in the pasta aisle. “How many shells should we make?” I asked.
Rick
grinned and said, “You had better make several pans of it; because you’ve got
two football players coming to dinner, and that doesn’t include me.”
“Okay,
let’s make four pans of stuffed shells, and we’ll invite Duane, Mason and
Michael,” I said.
“What
about Gerald?” Rick asked.
“We
could invite him; and we should include Keith and Kerry,” I said. “I guess we’ll need at least four pans of
shells. If we don’t use them, we can
freeze the leftovers. I found a new
recipe for a coleslaw salad. We’ll need
a couple of cans of mandarin oranges and a bottle of poppy seed salad
dressing.”
Rick
grabbed four boxes of giant shells off the shelf and put them into our shopping
cart. He pointed at the shelves and
asked, “Which kind of spaghetti sauce?”
“The
best flavor is the tomato-basil one,” I said.
Rick
read the labels until he found the tomato-basil. “How many?”
“At
least four since you picked up four boxes of pasta. Now, we need ricotta cheese, chopped
spinach, mozzarella and parmesan cheese.
Do we have any eggs?”
Rick
thought for moment. “No, I don’t think
so. We need milk, too.”
By
the time we left the supermarket, I felt like we had purchased enough food to
feed an army. As we put the groceries
into the back of the Land Rover, I asked, “Do you think we got enough food?”
Rick
laughed and answered, “Yes, I think we have enough to last us a while.”
I
ran the trolley back to the front of the store while Rick started the car and
met me by the front of the store. I
climbed inside and he drove us home. We
managed to carry everything up to our condo in one trip, just barely!
We
put away the groceries and I pulled out my cell phone. I called our friends and issued dinner
invitations. They all accepted.
Kerry
asked, “What can I do to help?”
“Will
you make some orange-carrot cookies?” I asked.
She
said, “Sure. Do you have the recipe?”
“No,
but Grandma does. I know both Mom and
Aunt Sharon got the recipe from her,” I said.
“I’ll bring down the oranges and the canned carrots.”
“Okay,”
Kerry said.
I
took the carrots and oranges downstairs to Kerry and returned to our
condo. When I entered the kitchen, I
looked at Rick who was sitting at the kitchen table. He asked, “What do you want me to do to help
with dinner?”
“First
off, let’s get the water on to boil for the shells. Then you can help me make the filling for them,”
I said. I love it when Rick helps me
cook. Not only does the food seem to
taste better; but I get to see his fantastic body in action!
Rick
filled a pot with water and set it on the stove. His jeans showed off his bubble butt. Just watching him was making me horny. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms
around his waist. “You are so sexy,” I
said. I laid my head on his back,
loving the feel of Rick’s muscles against my cheek.
Rick
loosened my grip on his waist and pulled me around to face him. He smiled and held me in his arms. He kissed me and said, “You are the light of
life, Mr. Nielsen.” He released me and
asked, “What next.”
“Look
on the back of the box of shells. There
should be a recipe for the filling,” I said.
Rick
turned over the box of shells and said, “Yep, it’s right here.”
We
followed the directions and soon had the filling ready. The water had begun to boil and Rick walked
over and dumped the box of pasta into the pot.
About 12 minutes later, we drained the water off of the pasta.
I
ran some cold water over the pasta to cool it down enough for us to
handle. I handed a tablespoon to Rick
and said, “Fill them so they’re full; but don’t overfill them.”
I
poured some spaghetti sauce in the bottom of the baking dishes and then joined
Rick to fill the shells. We put the
stuffed shells in rows in each of the pans until they were full. Rick asked, “Do we put sauce over the top of
them?”
“Sure,”
I said. “It will make them taste good.”
Rick
spooned sauce over the shells; then I covered them with aluminum foil and put
them into the fridge. Next we made a
green salad and I threw together the coleslaw.
Rick asked, “What about dessert?”
I
laughed and said, “Is that all you can think about is dessert?”
Rick
grinned and replied, “No, I do think of other things, like protein
shakes.” He squeezed my package and
continued, “Like the ones provided here.”
I
kissed him and said, “I think we might just have enough time to satisfy your
need.” I took him by the hand and led
him to our bedroom.
***
***
A
while later, Rick listened to Glenn’s even breathing and knew he was
asleep. He contemplated his future with
Glenn. He knew Glenn wanted to be married in the
worst way; but that wasn’t possible, given the current situation. He had to keep reminding Glenn to be patient;
that the time for them to be married would come soon enough.
Rick
thought about his military service. It
really was too bad that “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” hadn’t been repealed. Otherwise, he and Glenn wouldn’t have to
always be watching their backs for fear one of his Marine buddies might see
them together and turn them in.
Next
weekend he had to report for drill. He
enjoyed the weekend drills with his fellow marines. The only bad part was leaving Glenn. Glenn tried to be positive about it; but
Rick knew how much he hated the burden placed on them by Rick’s military
obligation. Glenn refused to pretend he
was straight; but at least he refrained from most public displays of affection.
Rick
worried about Glenn. Glenn tried not to
show how upset he was that his parents had split up. Despite what he said about not getting along
with his Dad, Rick knew that Glenn loved him.
Glenn and his mother were very close and it was this closeness that
worried Rick. He had pushed Glenn to
talk to his mother on the phone; because he had thought it the right thing to
do. However, at the same time, he
thought it might encourage her dependency on her son. Rick hoped Glenn’s parents worked things out
between them.
When
Rick had expressed his concerns about Glenn’s priorities, Glenn had made it
very clear that Rick would always come first in his life. Rick rolled over and looked into his lover’s
sleeping face. A smile played around
the corners of Glenn’s mouth. Rick
leaned over and kissed his lips.
*** ***
I felt Rick’s lips on mine and I opened
my eyes. I deepened the kiss and pulled
him closer to me. I love the feel of my
lover’s bare skin next to mine! There
is nothing like waking up to a fantastic kiss!
Rick pulled back and said, “We need to
get up and put dinner on.”
I glanced over at the clock. “You’re right. Thank you for helping me with dinner.”
Rick smiled. “I got what I wanted.”
“Yes, you did,” I said.
“Are you going to call the Atlanta
Community Symphony Orchestra? I know
how much you love music; and you had said you wanted to keep your hand in it.”
Rick said.
“Yes, I’ll call them as soon as we have
dinner in the oven. I’m not sure when
they have auditions,” I said.
Rick stood up and turned to pull me out
of bed. I melted into his embrace. “I love being in your arms,” I said, smiling
up at him.
Rick grinned. “Let’s get a quick shower then.” He led me to our en suite and we quickly
helped each other clean up. We stepped
out of the shower and dried each other off.
We dressed and returned to the kitchen, where I put the shells in the
oven to bake.
I sat down at the table and opened my
laptop. I found the number and
called. A man answered the phone, “This
is Dr. Kristoff.”
“This is Glenn Nielsen. I am calling about auditions for your
orchestra,” I said.
“We are holding auditions this coming Tuesday
at 7 PM,” Dr. Kristoff said. “What
instrument do you play?”
“I play the violin and the piano,” I
responded. “I’ve been studying music at
Georgia Tech.”
“I believe I saw you perform last
summer,” Dr. Kristoff said. “We would
be honored to have you play with us.
However, we don’t need violinists right now. If I remember correctly, you are a soloist.”
“Yes, on both the violin and the piano,”
I confirmed.
“Our soloist for our March concert has
had to cancel his appearance with us.
Would you be able to take his place?” Dr. Kristoff asked.
“Sure.
What was he going to play?” I asked.
Dr. Kristoff answered “Rachmaninov’s
Piano Concerto #2. Would you be able to
play it in his stead? Or would you
prefer some other concerto?”
“I learned the Rachmaninov concerto a
few years ago. It shouldn’t take much
to get it ready for performance,” I said.
“Excellent! I’m so glad you called. If you’ll send me a brief biographical
sketch, I will add it to our website and to the program notes,” Dr. Kristoff said. He gave me his e-mail address and the date
of the concert.
I hung up and turned to Rick. “I’m playing a concert in March.”
Rick smiled and said, “So I gathered,
from listening to your conversation.
I’m glad you made the phone call.”
“So am I. Mom will be thrilled! Mom loves the Rachmaninov Piano Concerto
#2. She made me learn it when I was a
junior in high school,” I said.
There was a knock on the door and Rick
left the kitchen to answer it. He
returned with Keith and Kerry. Keith
carried in a large plate of cookies and set them on the table. “Orange-carrot cookies just like Grandma
makes them. Kerry called Grandma to get
her recipe.”
Rick walked over and lifted the plastic
wrap off of the plate. He picked one up
and slipped it into his mouth.
“Hmmm….Good!”
Kerry smiled. “I’m glad they meet with your approval,
Rick.”
“That they do. Thank you for making them for us,” Rick
said.
Kerry said, “I need to feed Egan, so I
will be in the family room.” She left
the kitchen with Egan and a baby blanket.
“How much longer does Kerry plan to
nurse Egan?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I thought she would’ve stopped by now,”
Keith said. “She wants to nurse him for
as long as she can.”
Rick said, “You have to admit that
Kerry’s even better looking, now that’s she nursing, than before the baby was
born.”
Keith grinned. “Yes, she is. I really like the fact that she has filled
out on top!”
“That’s what I meant,” Rick said,
laughing.
I wasn’t really interested in the size
of Kerry’s breasts; but the guys were right, she did look much better. “You’ll have to keep her pregnant, Keith.”
Keith shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. We aren’t planning to have another child for
a while. Kerry wants some time to
recover.”
There was another knock on the
door. This time, I went to the door and
opened it. Duane, Mason, Cordell,
Michael and Jeb were standing there.
“Come inside, guys,” I said.
Duane asked, “How was your trip home?”
“It kind of sucked,” I said.
“That’s too bad. What happened?” he asked.
“Come into the kitchen and I’ll tell
you,” I said. They followed me into the
kitchen and took seats around the table.
“Okay, tell us what happened,” Duane
said.
I related our adventures with my mother
and moving her into a new apartment. I
told them about the twins’ wedding as well.
“So, it wasn’t a total loss,” Duane
said.
“It certainly wasn’t as much fun as our
trip to Cancun,” I said.
“Well, that’s something entirely
different,” Duane said, grinning.
“There aren’t many vacations that can beat that one.”
Mason said, “It was pretty special.”
Keith said, “You guys never did tell me
about your Cancun trip.”
I looked over at Rick. He grinned and said, “We had a very nice
time, Keith. However, we won’t be
telling you any of the details.”
Keith looked around the room at the gay
guys. “Let me guess. You had lots and lots of sex on the beach.”
Duane laughed and said, “Pretty much!”
Keith looked over at Jeb. “Did they tell you anything?”
“No, Keith. Cordell and Michael have been pretty tight
lipped about their trip,” Jeb replied.
Michael said, “You had to be there.”
I asked, “Michael, how did your parents
react to Cordell when you took him home to meet them?”
“They loved him,” Michael said. “My sister thinks he’s Mr. Wonderful.”
Cordell laughed and said, “Well, I am
wonderful.”
Jeb punched him in the shoulder. “I can’t believe you. You get yourself a boyfriend and you become
insufferable.”
Cordell grinned. “It’s because Michael is the best boyfriend
I’ve ever had.”
“You mean he’s the “only” boyfriend
you’ve ever had,” Jeb said.
Rick asked, “How are you doing,
Jeb? I mean, with your parents and all.
“Nothing has changed,” Jeb said. “I’m still not on speaking terms with them.”
There was another knock on our door and
I went to answer it. I opened it to
find Gerald and his daughter. “Hey
Gerald! Come inside and join the crowd!”
“Glenn, this is my daughter,
LaTisha. LaTisha say, “hello,” to
Glenn.”
LaTisha hid behind her Dad. I said, “Hello LaTisha.”
She didn’t answer but grabbed her Dad’s
legs from behind. Gerald took her by
the hand and led her inside. “Everyone
is in the kitchen,” I said.
Gerald entered the kitchen with
LaTisha. “Everyone, this is my
daughter, LaTisha. She’s two years
old.”
The guys chorused, “Hello LaTisha.”
I asked, “Gerald, is it okay if I give
LaTisha a cookie? I know it’s before
dinner, but it might help put her at ease.”
Gerald nodded his head. “Sure, as long as it’s only one.” I handed a cookie to LaTisha. She took it and began nibbling on it. “It’s okay to eat it,” Gerald said.
Jeb asked, “Gerald, did you find a new
place to live?”
“Yes, I did. We moved in over the holidays. LaTisha’s grandmother is living with me as
well as her sister. They are out
shopping today,” Gerald said. “It’s so
much better being here with my daughter.
I hated every minute I had to spend away from her.”
The timer went off, letting me know the
shells were done. I walked over to the
oven and turned it off. I got the oven
mitts and pulled out the shells. I set
them on top of the stove to cool a bit before serving them. “Keith, will you let Kerry know that dinner
is ready.”
Rick retrieved the salads from the
refrigerator and placed them on the table.
I sliced the garlic bread and put it in a basket on the table. Next, I moved two pans of stuffed shells to
the table, putting one at each end.
Everyone took their seats and Rick said, “I’ll say grace.” We reached out and took the hand of the
person on either side of us. After
grace, we dug in. I said, “There are
two more pans of stuffed shells; so don’t be shy about eating as much as you
want.”
Gerald helped LaTisha cut up her pasta
into smaller pieces so she could eat it.
Then, Gerald began eating his own dinner. “This is pretty good, Glenn.”
“Thank you, Gerald. Rick did a pretty good job of filling the
shells,” I said. “I transferred out of
the music department this morning.”
Gerald was so surprised he stopped with
his fork half way to his mouth. He sat
his fork down on his plate. “Why did
you do that?”
“I decided that I needed to change my
major to something I could make a living doing. I love music; but I don’t want to live that
lifestyle. I hate being away from
Rick. It’s bad enough now when he goes
for his weekend drills with the Marines.
If I were to run the concert circuit, I’d be travelling all the
time. I don’t want that,” I said.
“That makes sense to me,” Gerald
said. “Maybe I should look at switching
my major, too. I hadn’t given it that
much thought, to be honest. I chose
music as a major because I love it so much.
Now that I think about, I have LaTisha to look after and I couldn’t be
on the road all the time unless I found someone to watch her for me.”
Duane said, “You could switch to
computer science, like me and Mason.”
Duane looked over at me and asked, “Are you still interested in doing an
internship with our company?”
“Sure, when will they have an opening?”
I asked.
“They will have several openings in
April; but you need to apply now or you won’t get a chance to intern with us,”
Duane said.
Mason said, “It would be really awesome
if you worked in our office. We just
hired another gay couple. Both of them are
really good with computers.”
“Does your company only hire gays?”
Cordell asked.
“No, but it does have an
anti-discrimination policy that includes sexual orientation,” Duane said. “Our boss is a woman who likes to work with
gay guys. That’s why we think Glenn has
a good chance of getting a job with us.”
“But I don’t have any computer skills,”
I protested.
“You have good analytical skills and
that’s all you need,” Duane said. “The
jobs we’re looking to fill are business analyst positions.”
I looked doubtfully at Duane. “I’ve never done any kind of business
analysis.”
“I beg to differ,” Duane said. “Haven’t you helped several of your friends
get started in business ventures?”
I looked at Rick and then back to
Duane. “Yes, but I didn’t do any analysis.”
“How did you decide that you would help
your friends?” Duane asked.
“We knew that they were hard workers and
that we could trust them,” I said.
“How did you know you could trust them?”
Duane asked.
“We watched how they treated
people. We knew that they were honest
because they never lied to us or tried take advantage of us,” I said.
Rick added, “Plus, we had Grandpa to
advise us. He did a lot of the legal
legwork and he made sure documented each and every agreement, so that there was
no question about what was expected.”
“What I’m trying to point out to you,
Glenn, is that both you and Rick already have the analytical skills you
need. You’ve been using them all
along. All you will need from us is
some additional training on the type of analysis we do at our company,” Duane
said.
Kerry said, “Duane is right about you
guys. You seem to be able to surround
yourselves with good people. Look
around the table at us. Each of us has
found our way into your circle of friends because you’ve been able to see the
good in us.”
Keith said, “Of course, we like hanging
out with you guys because you’re so goofy!”
Cordell laughed and said, “Yes, there is
that. Glenn, you have to admit you get
pretty goofy sometimes.”
Rick grinned and put his arm around my
shoulders. “Don’t get upset,
Glenn. You’re in good company.”
I looked at Rick and said, “Yes, I’m
definitely in good company. I’ve got
plenty of competition for who is the goofiest one here!”
Cordell said, “It really showed on our
trip to Cancun with all of the different things you had us do.”
“But you guys did them, even if some of
them were pretty silly,” I said. “So
what does that say about you guys?”
Michael said, “I think it proves that we
deserve to be your friends.”
We continued to enjoy our company as we
finished eating our meal. Everyone
pitched in to help clear the table and wash up the dishes. We migrated to the family room where we
relaxed with our friends. A few hours later, they returned to their
homes and we turned in for the night.
Rick pulled me close and I put my head
on his chest. He ran his fingers
through my hair. “Are you ready to
start school tomorrow, Babe?”
“Yes and no,” I said. “I’m a little nervous to be starting a new
major.”
“I hope you like business administration
better than you did engineering,” Rick said.
“I hope so, too,” I said. I lifted my head from his chest and looked
into his eyes. “Rick, am I being too
flighty? I mean, this is my third
declared major in as many years.”
“No, but you do need to settle down and
finish this one,” Rick said.
“That’s what has me worried,” I
said. “I’ve tried engineering and
music. With engineering, all of the
math classes scared me to death. I love
music; but I don’t want the lifestyle that comes with it. The business administration sounds like
something I can do; but I’m not sure about it either. Why can’t I seem to make up my mind?”
“Maybe it’s because you don’t know what
you want to be when you grow up,” Rick said.
I punched his shoulder and said, “Stop
being a wise guy!”
Rick said, “I was being serious. It’s hard to know what to do if you don’t
know where you’re headed in life.”
“Can’t I just decide to be your husband
and not worry about all the rest of this stuff?” I asked.
“Do you mean you want to be a well-kept
husband?” Rick asked, laughing.
“Yes, that is what I mean,” I replied.
“Well, I intend to keep you very well,
Glenn; however, I think you would become very bored with just staying home,
doing nothing,” Rick said.
“You’re right about that. I guess I’ll have to give business
administration a try,” I said.
“I think that would be a good
thing. I’ll help you as much as I can,”
Rick said.
“Okay, but you have to promise me that
you’ll tell me if I’ve made a bad decision,” I said.
Rick kissed me and said, “I
promise. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I said.
** ***
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