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| Everybody Wants Fish, Chapter 8; Dancing with Danger | |
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| b32guy | Aug 15 2009, 04:19 AM Post #1 |
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Title: Everybody Wants Fish, Part 8 SubTitle: Dancing with Danger Author: StevenW Creation Date: 8.15.09 Rating: PG-13 Genre: M/M romance Warnings: mild violence Disclaimer: This author is in no way associated with "One Life To Live", ABC, or any actor. These fan fiction stories are not for profit. No copyright infringement is intended. Permission is granted to the rightful owners of this show and these characters to use all or any portion of this story as they see fit. No compensation is required, though a sly and clever nod or wink would be a thrill. Story Summary: Oliver and Kyle save Cris. Layla and Hugh save each other. Joey and Billy have pillow talk. Oliver and Kyle talk with Bo and Carlotta. Characters in this story, Oliver Fish, Kyle Lewis, Cristian Vega, Layla Williamson, Hugh Hughes, Bo Buchanan, Carlotta Vega, Joey Buchanan, Billy Douglas, Jeremy Douglas, and Julya Douglas. Author’s Note: None. ====== Capricorn, 2am, the next day - Finally! Cristian Vega approaches the corner booth where Kyle Lewis and Oliver Fish have been sitting for two hours. “All right guys, I’m finally ready? Though why we have to do this tonight still baffles me. But the tills are balanced, staff is gone, safe is locked. I’m ready.” “Great!” Kyle says. “But I’ve got to hit the head before we go.” “Me too!” Oliver is quick to add. Cris watches helplessly as his odd new friends disappear into the men’s room. Secretly, he is flattered by their sudden desire to see his loft and artwork, but he has not been able to admit that to them. And he is adamant in his belief that he is not going again, where he went before. Impatient for their return, he wanders to the front door and mindlessly unlocks it. The moment he does two armed and masked men barge in, smash him in the face, and shove him to the floor. They kick at his torso to get his attention. “We want the money! If you value your life, you’ll get it pronto!” The taller one barks. “MOVE!” The shorter one yells. Cris struggles to stand and then says, “The money is locked up. I can’t open the safe.” The shorter one punches his face again. “None of that shit. We know what you can and can’t do and that all your staff has gone.” Though an ex-boxer, Cris is not yet fully cognizant. The surprise punches have diminished his clarity and weakened his defenses. Meanwhile in the bathroom… “Ollie, what are we doing where again?” “Ky, I told you. I just have this feeling Cris needs us tonight.” “What? Are you two psychically linked now? I may change my mind and get jealous.” “No. No. It’s not… Wait! Did you hear something?” Kyle instinctively whispers, “I did.” Oliver pushes the door open quietly and slowly. He quickly assesses the situation for what it is and eases the door back shut. “Kyle. Stay here. Call 911, tell them you are calling for Officer Oliver Fish, and tell them there is a robbery in progress, and that I need backup. Get an ambulance too. And above all, stay quiet and stay in here. No matter what happens.” Kyle objects. “Oliver, if you’re going out there, I’m going out there.” Fish puts his hand on Kyle’s shoulder and shakes him hard. “No, you’re not. I’m trained for this. Now make the call.” Lewis starts to object but before he can they hear a gunshot. Oliver is out the door in a flash; Kyle hurries to do as instructed. Oliver is silently horrified to find Cris, doubled-over and bleeding near the bar, but quickly decides on a strategy. “Crissss,” He slurs as he staggers toward the three men. “We’ve co..com…company.” “Who’s this?” The short robber demands. “Get over here!” The taller one orders. Oliver uses all his focus to ignore Cris’ wound and continue his rouse. He teeters and totters towards them. “Yous guys are ruuude and noisy!” The rouse works. The robbers do not view him as a threat, nor do they recognize him as anyone associated with Capricorn. This buys him just enough time to get close enough. The moment he is, he enacts his plan. Oliver punches the tall one hard and fast, spins him around, grabs his arms, yanks them down and backwards, and slams his head against the bar – all in the blink of an eye. The gun falls from the man’s hand as the man himself crumples to the floor, barely conscious. Cris kicks the gun out of reach. Surprised by this, the other robber starts running for the door. Oliver reaches across the bar, grabs the closest heavy liquor bottle and flings it, full force, at the fleeing robber. Luckily, it finds its mark, right below the head and between the shoulders, and it hits square and hard, dropping the man instantly. Oliver is right there; he stomps on the man’s arm, causing the gun to fall loose. He grabs it up, and then hollers for his own partner. “Kyle!” Kyle is there in a flash. “Cris needs your help.” The winded Fish says as he relieves Cris of the weapon. “Lie flat Cris.” Kyle says as he eases his wounded friend down. “Ollie, I need some heavy linens. Find some!” Oliver is already doing so. He finds them, brings them, and then kneels a little away from the robbers. “Don’t even think about moving!” Then he addresses Kyle, “Is it bad?” “Don’t answer that in front of me.” Cris moans jokingly. “Sorry handsome,” Kyle teases back seamlessly, “but you’ll be seeing my ugly mug for years to come. It’s a stomach wound, which won’t be an easy recovery, but I’m pretty sure it missed all the major organs.” He feels underneath Cris. “Yeah, the bullet passed through and see how the wound is near the outside of the obliques. It almost missed you entirely. I just need to stem the bleeding.” Whether from the punches or the blood loss, Cris finds the intimacy, well, intimate. “Does Oliver ever tell you, you have beautiful eyes? Confidence inspiring eyes.” Both Kyle and Oliver laugh. “Oh geez, they’re queers.” The short robber says. “HEY!” Fish shouts. “Go ahead punk, make my day.” The robber shuts up. Kyle cracks up. And Cris moans or laughs, no one is quite sure. When sirens are heard Oliver moves toward the door to welcome his backup. Layla’s Apartment, same time Having heard Hugh Hughes emerge from his room and wander into the kitchen, Layla Williamson rises and goes to greet him. She has quickly become enamored with the handsome young former district attorney and realizes a nighttime fridge rendezvous is a golden opportunity. She decides to flip on the lights and when she does she finds her new roommate hunkered over the fridge wearing only his underwear. She can’t help but smile. Hugh bolts upright and spins around. “Geez! You scared me.” Layla takes in his God-like visage. “Man, you are one pasty-white, white man.” The pasty-white, white man devours her Goddess-like image. “And you are one cocoa-brown black woman.” “That’s racist.” She teases. “And what you said isn’t?” He teases back. Then they both have a good laugh. She moves closer. “Hungry for a little midnight snack?” Hugh gives her another once over. “Oh yeah!” She smiles and moves to within inches of him. “The best snack in this place isn’t in the fridge.” He swallows hard. “You’ll get no argument from me.” “So, if you’re hungry and I’m hungry, don’t you think there is a common solution?” “Most definitely.” He says, taking her in his drought-stricken arms. “But we just met. I don’t want you thinking I’m a pushover.” She smiles and runs her finger down his chest. “And I don’t want you thinking I am either.” “Well you’re certainly super assertive. You kind of scare me.” “Don’t be scared Tiger, I’m really just a pussycat.” He gives her one more out. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.” “Funny!” She coos, “that is exactly what I want to do to you.” And that was it. The kitchen and living room were vacated in a flash. Llanview Hospital, early morning, in the ER waiting room Bo Buchanan walks up to Officer Oliver Fish. “Fish. That was some good work. Very brave and clever. Perhaps fool hearty, but police work is all about judgment calls made in split seconds. And it was reasonable to assume a life was on the line. I would have made the same call.” Fish is embarrassed and humbled. “Thank you, Commissioner!” “I do have one question though. What were you doing at Capricorn at 2am?” Oliver’s eyes widen as he tries to decide on the best answer. Finally he goes with, “Mr. Vega and I are friends.” “That much I deducted, but Kyle Lewis’ presence confounds me. You gave no indication that you knew him when we arrested him a few months ago. So, do you know him?” “Ahh!” Oliver is stumped. He doesn’t want to diminish the praise he just got, but he doesn’t want to hide in the closet either. He spies Kyle hovering nearby and decides to be brave for the second time this day. “Commissioner, I’m a homosexual and Kyle Lewis is my partner.” Bo is more than a little shocked by this news, not because of the content, but because of the way it was delivered. He grabs Fish’s arm and pulls him to a quiet nook. “Oliver, let’s talk as friends first.” Fish is sweating bullets. “Okay sir!” Bo shakes his head. Fish gets the message and changes his answer. “Okay Bo.” “That’s better. First off, let’s be a lot less clinical. You’re an officer who happens to be gay. A better answer to the question I just asked you is simply, ‘Kyle Lewis is my partner.’ I assure you, I’ll figure out the rest. Got it?” “Got it.” “Good. Now, still as your friend, are you sure Lewis is a man you want to get involved with?” Fish relaxes completely now. “Positive. We were an item for our entire senior year in college, then we basically separated for four years, and then while I was working the Powell Lord serial murder case, we got reacquainted. We’ve been together ever since and I don’t see that changing. Do I need to quit?” “Will you relax?” Bo says, and then squeezes Oliver’s shoulder briefly. “But okay, we’ll go back to talking as boss and employee.” “When Mr. Lewis was in custody did you give him any special treatment?” “Yes.” Bo is shocked again. “Explain!” “I was so shocked by the accusations against him that I failed to be impartial. I treated him more harshly than I should treat a prisoner.” Bo is relieved. He understands that and can forgive it. “Actually, you should have informed a superior officer about a possible conflict of interest.” “Right. I get that now.” “Okay then, so, you and Mr. Lewis got ‘reacquainted’ after he was released?” “Yes!” “And you did nothing to aid his being cleared of the charges against him.” “No!” “Then I see no problem.” But Fish does. “Commissioner, what about the quitting?” “Oliver, are you really that naïve? Do you think you are the only gay officer on my force?” Fish quickly runs through the roster in his head. “Well, yes sir, I do.” “Well then, get over yourself. I have a strict ‘Don’t Hide, Don’t Flaunt’ policy.” “I don’t understand.” “Oliver, if people ask you about your life then answer them honestly. Tell them about the people in it. I assure you they will figure the rest out. But under no circumstances do I want you to hide any aspect of who you are. That will isolate you and create distance between you and my other officers – your co-workers. I don’t want that. Understand?” “Yes sir!” “On the other hand, I don’t allow any officer to be consistently and overtly abrasive in any way on ANY issue. Understand?” “Yes sir!” “Good. Now, if you encounter any problems, you come directly to me. Understand?” “Yes sir!” Bo rolls his eyes. “Listen Oliver. I’ve just been told my nephew is back in town and he has married a man though as far as I know he is not gay.” Oliver is shocked and puzzled. He scrunches up his face. “Really?” “Yep! I tell you this for two reasons. I have no problem with GLBT folk, either personally or professionally – as long as they can do the job. And you’re proving every day that you can do the job.” “Thank you sir, ah, Bo.” “And secondly, It occurs to me that Joey and Billy might want to meet you and Kyle. Joey is my nephew. Odds are you four would have something in common. Would you mind if I tell them about you?” “That would be awesome, sir, Bo.” Sir Bo laughs. “Okay. Let’s just go back to Fish and Commissioner. Everything’s cool. You’re off today, right?” “Right, Commissioner.” “Then I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Thank you Bo.” Fish says. It just slipped out. “But I have another question.” “What is it?” “I’ve never read anything about a ‘Don’t Hide, Don’t Flaunt’ policy. Did I miss it?” Bo gets a twinkle in his eyes. “Really? I’m going to have to speak to Training about that.” It takes a second, but Fish finally gets it. Bo smiles and then walks toward Kyle. Oliver follows him. “Mr. Lewis.” “Commissioner.” The word has an entirely different tone when Kyle says it. “Nice work tonight.” Then he leans in and whispers. “You get a second chance with me because of Fish here. I advise you not to blow it.” “Not a chance.” “Good! Gentlemen.” Bo says and then leaves. Kyle is quick to ask, “Ollie, did everything go okay?” “Yeah, it did. He complimented me on my police work and Ky, I told him about us.” “I sort of figured. So you came out to your boss? How do you feel? How did it go?” “I feel good. Really good. Bo was very supportive. Now, if only my parents will be half that supportive.” “We can hope. But, guess what?” Kyle is busting to share his own news. “I’ve got great news too. I’m in. I’m going to be a doctor. The Chief of Staff happened to be here and I talked with him and I start rotation with the class next week.” “Ky, that’s great.” Ollie pulls his partner into a big hug. They don’t care who sees. People hug in hospitals all the time for any number of reasons. Llanfair, Joey’s bedroom Joey wakes to find Billy returning from the restroom. “You okay?” Billy climbs back into the bed they shared and snuggles under the covers. “Yes Mr. B.” Then he laughs. “It just cracks me up to say that.” Joey continues the good-natured ribbing. “Yeah, but you’re not Mr. B. You’re Mr. D.” “No, I’m both.” He snickers a bit and then catches Joey’s serious gaze. “And yes I took my medications.” “You know I have to check.” “Yeah I know. You all have to check. Jeremy will be in here any minute now asking me the same questions. I have a love/hate relationship with that part.” “I get that. I’m sorry. But we need to know. Now, how’s the pain.” “It’s not so bad, but then it rarely is in the morning.” “Yeah, I wonder why that is.” Billy doesn’t want to talk about his pain, so he changes the subject. “Last night went really well. Your family, as expected, is incredible.” “They are. I have to agree. Did you notice Natalie and Julya really seem to hit it off?” “I did. Every time I turned around they seemed to be talking. And Julya was even laughing at times.” Joey agrees. “I don’t really know Natalie that well, but I’m thinking that has to be a really good thing for Julya.” Billy nods, as much as one can in a prone position. “I agree. But, we still need to find them some friends their own age. Now that we are here and settled we can hire people to help with my care. I want you to focus on the children. Getting them settled.” Joey finagles around and kisses Billy’s forehead, then jumps out of the bed. “I’m already on that. We’ll take them to meet my cousin Matthew today. He is their age and is bound to know people.” While Joey relieves himself Billy ponders that thought and the events of last night. Joey’s family isn’t perfect but it has plenty of love in it and that is what he wants for his kids. He finds himself relaxing for the first time in a long time. Tears form and start sliding silently across his cheeks, down his neck, and onto the pillow. When Joey returns he spots the tears and on instinct, climbs back into the bed and pulls Billy close. In a bit Billy says, “Ah, what are you doing?” The question causes Joey to acknowledge what he is doing. “Umm! Cuddling with my hubby, I guess.” They both laugh a bit. “Joe!” Billy says, pulling away. “You really are a saint to do all this. You know I appreciate it, more than I can ever show.” Joey is a bit dismissive. “I know Billy. We’ve covered this a hundred times.” “But Joe, you married me. I don’t think you know what that means to me. The kids, I know you understand, but the marriage, I’m not so sure.” Joey turns to Billy. “So splain, Lucy!” Billy grabs him under the covers causing Joey to twist and shout. “I’m being serious here.” “Okay, okay. I’ll behave.” “It’s just Rick and I always wanted to marry and he died before we got the opportunity. Then, I get this news and you come along, and you marry me. To me, that is like validating mine and Rick’s life together. That’s what I appreciate. On top of the kids, of course.” “Billy, I don’t know what to say. I hear you. I’m fine with that. If I’m some sort of proxy or something. But make no mistake buddy, you’ve rescued me too.” “I don’t get that. I mean, why you feel like you haven’t done anything. Your photographs are brilliant and you helped so many people as a minister, probably most of whom you don’t even know about.” “I know. But, I’m not a star at anything. I’ve never sold a photograph to any publication other than the family paper. And on matters of faith, I’ve had my own personal crisis there long before I hitched my wagon to you.” He pauses to poke Billy’s nose, eliciting a smile in the process. “But your situation makes me question God even more.” “I have to believe God has a plan. I think life is about growth and you can’t grow if you don’t suffer.” “Then I’m a midget compared to you.” That comment hurts Billy. He falls back onto the pillow and stares at the ceiling. Joey does the same. “Kevin has married several times, had and lost one son, and now has another. Natalie has been married several times and she will probably have a kid any day now. And Jess has one and lost two. All my siblings have suffered. But not me, my life has been pretty uneventful.” “Joe, we all suffer in our own ways. Wait till you try to parent two teenagers alone. I imagine you’ll suffer plenty then.” “Gee Billy, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry over that statement. I want to raise your kids, but the thought of having that opportunity only because you have died, is not pleasant.” “It’s no picnic for me either. I love them so much.” He tries not to, but the loving father can’t keep the tears from starting again. Joey pulls him close, again. Billy objects, “Joey, you can’t be doing that all the time.” “Look Mr. D., you let me worry about what I can and can’t do. Now shut up, and let your husband comfort you already.” Llanview Hospital, Cristian Vega’s room Carlotta Vega is pacing back forth. “I don’t know Mejo, it doesn’t feel right. I can’t fly off to Puerto Rico with you just having been shot.” She pats his face gently. “La madre Mary, hermosa la cara. Todo azotado.” (Mother Mary, that beautiful face. All battered.) “Mami, La cara recuperará. (Mom, my face will heal.) You can go ahead with your trip as planned. Besides you’ve already bought the ticket and Antonio and Jamie are waiting for you.” “What kind of mother leaves a wounded child to take care of himself?” “Mami, I’m a grown man, not a wounded child. Yes, I’m down, but I’m not alone. I have resources. I have friends who will help me. Oliver and Kyle for instance.” Carlotta is unconvinced. “Mi ángel precioso (My precious angel). What do these guys know?” Cris pulls out his trump card. “Quite a bit, I’d say. They’ve already saved my life once today.” Mrs. Vega becomes animated at that comment. “Yes, I should thank them. Do you have their number?” “I’ll thank them for you.” Cris suggests. “You have to get to the airport. Your plane leaves in, what, four hours. And that is an international flight. Lots of screening for those. Takes time…” “No! No! I can’t do it. I’ll postpone it. Antonio will understand.” Cris sighs in frustration. He would really rather recover without his hovering mother. Fortunately, Oliver and Kyle enter the room and in so doing come to the rescue yet again. Carlotta runs to hug them, almost knocking them over in the process. “You saved mi ángel precioso. You eat for free for life.” Oliver speaks first, “Just doing my job.” “No! I don’t believe that.” The loving mother counters. She turns to Kyle. “Hey! Oliver made me do it. I would have let Cris bleed to death.” Carlotta wags her finger at him, “Chico malvado (wicked boy). Now that IS bad bedside manner. But I don’t believe you either.” Kyle fans his arms wide. “You got me. I’m out.” Cris stifles a giggle, which causes him a significant amount of pain. They all turn to him. “Guys, will you please tell my mother you’ll watch out for me. She is supposed to get on a plane to Puerto Rico and she doesn’t want to go. She neeeeds to go.” Oliver gets the message. “La Sra. Vega, yo le aseguro, miraremos sobre su hijo (Mrs. Vega, I assure you, we will watch over your son).” Kyle is quick to add. “Sí, between Oliver and I, not one need will go unmet.” “Tales chicos buenos (such good boys). Your parents must be so proud.” “Not sure about that.” Oliver says without thinking. “And I don’t have any.” Kyle adds. “Not really.” Carlotta’s eyes grow wide with even more concern. “What? This is unbelievable. What happened?” Cris interrupts, “Another day Mami. You’ve got to go. Come, give me a hug.” “Cristian!” She pleads. She really wants to go but has to play out the drama. In truth though, she is more relaxed now; confident that her son has two good care-givers. Eventually she decides to go and smothers her son with hugs and kisses for many days. Then she gives a few to the guys before leaving. “You mother is rather charming.” Kyle says and actually means. Cris is quick with his own response. “I’m going to kick your ass when I’m out of this bed.” Kyle shrugs off the threat with a snappy retort. “Kick or kiss? I’ve seen what you’re capable of.” They all erupt in laughter. In a bit, Cris changes his tune. “Seriously guys! Mucho Gracias!” The guys nod. Layla’s Apartment, early morning Hugh is again underwear-clad by the fridge looking for something to satisfy his cravings. Layla comes up and encircles his waist with her own love-starved arms. “Any regrets?” She asks. He turns and hugs her back, “Nary a one. You?” “Nope!” “Then we’re good to go.” “Go where?” She teases. He is quick to make a suggestion. “My room, this time. I like to keep things spicy.” She smiles broadly. “Lead the way!” He starts to and then stops. “Wait. Is this wise? I don’t want to make our new roommate feel awkward. He seemed like a really nice guy.” Layla pauses to think it over too. “Tea did say he was a very nice guy.” Her mind drifts quickly to Shawn Evans’ big shoulders, strong arms, and dazzling smile; all, perfect boyfriend material. She instantly knows she doesn’t want to cut him out of the picture yet. But then, here is handsome Hugh, ready, willing, and oh so able. “I know,” she finally says, “just once more and then we’ll cool it.” “That’s a good plan.” Hugh eagerly agrees. “Reckless abandon now, civil restraint later.” Layla’s eyes widen, “Whatever?” And off they go. Joey’s Bedroom, a few minutes later There is a knock on the door. “Just like clockwork,” Billy says. “Come in Jeremy.” The door opens and in walks both kids. Julya plops down on the bed and crawls between Joey and Billy. Jeremy goes and paces the floor beside his father. “Did you take your pills?” The hyper-diligent son asks. Julya ignores the question as she knows her dad has. She replaces it with her own comment. “Dads, Natalie and Jessica want to take me shopping. And Grandma Vicki might go too. Will that be okay?” Billy smiles at his daughter, “Sounds absolutely perfect.” “Super,” she says as she bounces out of the bed. “I’m going to get ready.” Then she stops and looks back, “You are okay, right?” “I’m fine dear. Go, have fun. Use my credit card though. They don’t need to be paying for stuff.” Joey disagrees, but keeps quiet about it. Besides, he knows his mom. She’ll end up taking charge and they can sort it out later. Julya runs back, dives on the bed, kisses both Dads, and then makes a hasty exit. Jeremy immediately gets back to business. “So Dad, you took your pills?” “Yes son! And my pain is not so bad. Everything is okay.” Billy reaches out to his son, and pulls him down onto the bed. “You can breathe.” “I’m breathing Dad. Now, Joey, have we got the new doctor’s appointment yet?” Joey is both tickled and saddened by Jeremy’s checklist care for his father, but he wisely keeps that to himself. “Not yet, but I’m going to start calling at 8.” “No sooner?” “The office doesn’t open till 8, maybe even 9.” Billy interrupts, “Jeremy, Joey and I want to take you to meet his cousin, Matthew. He is your age. We’re going to do that today.” Jeremy stands, “That can wait Dad. We have to get you to the doctor first.” “Son,” Billy says lovingly. “We can do both. Right now, I just want you to chill with us. Come on, climb in, like you used to with Rick and I. We have some time yet.” Jeremy considers the offer. “Dad, I’m too old for that.” Billy adopts his best dying-dad face. “No, you’re not. Now make your old man happy.” “Dad!” He whines. We have things to do. “Yes, we do, and we will. But right now, I want to cuddle with my son, now climb in.” Reluctantly the lad crawls up between his two dads. Billy is quick to embrace him. Joey, not so much. He doesn’t want to make Jeremy feel less adult. Billy will have none of it. He pulls Joey’s arm around them both. Finally content, Billy says, “Now let’s just take some time and be. Meditate, pray, think happy thoughts, whatever. Nobody moves until I say they can.” “But Dad…” Jeremy quickly says. “Son, this is my mental health therapy. I need this. You need this. Now just relax and breathe. There are no crises at the moment.” It took a while, but Jeremy finally got into the true warmth of the moment and was soon fast asleep. A very happy Billy looks at his son and then his new sort-of-partner, to whom he whispers, “he never did know how to turn off. I bet he didn’t sleep a wink last night.” “I need to remember that, don’t I?” The new father asks. “Yes Joey, I’m afraid you do.” Cris’ Room, Llanview Hospital, just a bit later Cris awakens and finds Oliver sitting bedside, trying not to look and be bored. “Where is Kyle?” “He went to talk to Roxy. They have become great buddies. Strange bedfellows, huh?” “Not as strange as the three of us.” Cris suggests. “It was just once Cris. You’re not still bugged by that, are you?” “Oliver, I never was bugged by it. I was only trying to figure out why now and why you?” Oliver turns a pale red. “And have you?” Cris nods as he painfully adjusts his position in the bed. “I think I have. I was assessing my life and just at that time the most fascinating man came into it.” “Kyle is something, isn’t he?” Cris cracks a big smile. Oliver’s ability to self-efface at just the right time is so charming. “Yes Oliver, or should I call you Ollie?” “Better stick with Oliver. I don’t want to make Kyle jealous.” “You two do love each other. I can see that.” Oliver reads a little remorse in that comment. “Cris, I know it sounds odd, but I think we can make room for you in our relationship. A sort of friends with benefits sort of thing, if you want. But I do love Kyle and I can’t exclude him.” Cris laughs. “I’m not asking for either.” He finds Oliver’s lace-like hazel eyes and holds them fast with his own grounded-browns. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I really appreciate the offer and will probably take you up on that at some point in the future. The sex is nice, but what I’m really digging is the relationships. Some people would be freaked out, I suppose, by the idea of three men in a loving relationship.” “We should probably keep that part secret.” “No doubt. But do you think Kyle can keep a secret? He is just itching to tell my mother.” “Not really. He is just trying to aggravate you. That means he likes you.” “Well, if I’m being totally honest here, I like him too. He is… is…” Cris pauses to find just the right word. “Energizing. He is energizing to be around. But mostly Oliver, I like you. You are so incredible. Kyle is so lucky.” Oliver blushes. “I don’t know about that. I feel lucky to have Kyle again.” Cris brightens. “You remember in the diner two months ago when I told you I thought you were passive aggressive?” Oliver smiles. “I remember that entire conversation.” “Yeah well, you proved that tonight. You really hulked out and saved my ass. Where did that come from?” “I’m trained to do those things. I take my job seriously.” “I know that, but two such separate and distinct sides. I don’t know. I just find it so richly intriguing. On the one side you have this extremely timid and humble personality and on the other you are almost a threatening brute. I don’t know, I find it fascinating.” Oliver ponders a moment and comes back with this. “Cris, you’re an artist and an ex-boxer. Isn’t that the same dichotomy?” “Good point. I suppose it is. But, I don’t find myself interesting.” “Well, me either. But, perhaps we both tend to be what people need us to be.” “Maybe.” Cris shrugs. “All I know is I thank you for tonight and for being my friend. I don’t think I’ve ever had a friend that has meant more to me.” “Ah, Cris! You’re going to make me cry.” “Nah! Don’t waste your tears on me. And don’t sit here any longer. Go home to your man. I’m fine and I’m not getting out today, so I’ll call you when I need a lift home.” Oliver stands. He is tired and would relish climbing into his own bed. “I don’t mind staying.” “But I do. Now go! Midget-man awaits.” Oliver laughs. “That is not very PC, you know.” “True. I blame the drugs. Now give me a kiss and get out of here.” “I knew you would want a kiss.” “Just on the cheek or something.” Cris teases. “Do you think I want to make out with you right here in the hospital bed. Geez, Oliver, get a grip.” Oliver smirks and moves beside Cris. He gazes down upon his battered friend, gently strokes the bruised areas of Cris’ face, and smiles. He holds his eyes first, then his chin, and only then does he allow his lips to find and linger on those of his ‘other lover.’ Then he retracts and steps toward the door. “Will that hold you?” Cris lays there beaming. He just nods all dreamy like. For some reason, he has never felt more loved. |
| appleridge | Aug 15 2009, 07:06 PM Post #2 |
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Another Great Chapter |
| CodeBlazeKish | Aug 15 2009, 10:57 PM Post #3 |
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Great Chapter Steve!! |
| Nukester | Aug 16 2009, 09:31 AM Post #4 |
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I know you liked the talking parts of your story most, but I liked the action packed open, tho I could have done with a little less violence--you know me and violence, like a Fish needs a bad wig. But you scripted it very well. :nervous: I was on the edge of my seat--most imipressive.
But you sure paint Oliver as dim, sometimes. He probably needs Kyle's quick mind to help compensate. Oh! And good on ya, mate, for redeaming Lewis--making him reform for his man so Bo doesn't have to keep track of him all the time. This is the best chapter in the series, despite it not having any Roxy. :halo: |
| b32guy | Aug 17 2009, 06:22 AM Post #5 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Steven *smiles broady* Not sure when the next chapter will be up. I'm running way way behind. |
| Nukester | Aug 17 2009, 07:15 PM Post #6 |
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An afterthought. How about: No Fame No Flame? NOT meant to be anti-Queen, but rather as your moto, don't get in people's faces nor try being the poster boy for gay rights--be yourself. Just thinkin'. Nukester |
| b32guy | Aug 18 2009, 04:49 PM Post #7 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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OH, I get it. It took me awhile. No, I like Don't Hide, Don't Flaunt which really equals Just Be. Unfortuantely that is not always easy. :hi: |
| devillies | Sep 2 2009, 10:48 PM Post #8 |
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another awesome chapter love all the mini stories |
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