CONTROL and KAOS

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BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <B>CONTROL </B></div> <div> <B>and</B><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#A6CAF0" FACE="Arial" ><B> </B></FONT></div> <div> <B>KAOS </B></div> <div> <I><B>by David Buffet</B></I></div> <div> <I><B> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="153" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 16 ><NOBR><div> <B>Episode 1</B></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_2" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 2</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 16 ><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_3" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 3</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_4" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 4</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 16 ><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_5" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 5</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_6" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 6</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 16 ><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_7" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 7</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_8" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 8</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 16 ><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_9" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 9</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_10" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 10</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 16 ><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_11" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 11</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_12" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 12</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 16 ><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_13" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 13</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_14" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 14</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 16 ><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_15" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 15</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_16" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 16</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 16 ><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_17" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 17</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#episode_18" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Episode 18</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 16 WIDTH="71"><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#final_episode" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>Final </B></U></A></div> </tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="c_k_m.htm#when_they_look_back_to_the_years_of" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="CONTROL and KAOS"><U><B>C & K TOP</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> </TABLE></B></I></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="mailto:tightserve@hotmail.com" TARGET="_top" TITLE="mailto:tightserve@hotmail.com"><U><B>Email David Buffet</B></U></A></div> <bR> <div> <B> <TABLE BORDER="2" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="160" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#A6CAF0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#00BFBF" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 45 WIDTH="148"><div> <A 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They see naiveté dance with desire. Yes, those things are there for us too. We, too, were foolish and hopeful. We, too, were hysterical and hysterical. But when we look back, we, too frequently and too acutely remember another emotion as unwanted as it was inappropriate. There it is, interwoven with the memories of laughter and drama, of endless moments passing in an instant and instants that lasted an eternity. There, lurking below the brazenness, the silliness, the joy and the pain is shame. They had the self-doubt born of youth. We had the self-doubt born of ignominy.</div> <bR> <div> If it had been different? If we had grown in a world that judged us for what we did rather than what we were? Can such a world be imagined? Such is the stuff of fantasy. </div> <bR> <div> Join me, then, in a story of beginnings in this world of fantastic construction, where epithets and slanders have no place, where the natural is unquestioned and the full range of human experience is never denied. It will be a story of discovery and folly and longing and triumph. It will not be a story with shame. Here, instead, is a story set in a world where shame has no footing.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div>  <A NAME="control_and_kaos_by_david_buffet"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#A6CAF0" FACE="Arial" >CONTROL and KAOS by David Buffet</FONT></div> <bR> <div> Episode 1</div> <bR> <div> <B>E</B><B>J</B><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" >'s posture reflected the seriousness of the conversation. He was seated with his feet planted widely apart, his long frame bent forward so that his elbows rested on his knees. His forearms angled back toward center to where his large hands clasped each other in front of him, creating a diamond of limbs. His brown eyes focused on his forefingers. The sides of his mouth curled slightly down and in. </FONT></div> <div> Topher, too, was serious. But where EJ's stance pointed forward, Topher's was closed. An ankle crossed over a knee, he sat back with his elbows protectively in his lap and played with the little blond hairs that covered his shin and calf. They were, somewhat unexpectedly, in the same boat now.</div> <div> That they had both recently found themselves single left a void that neither of them quite knew how to fill. Rabbit's graduation had left EJ, in his words, "squeezeless." Now he was a senior and back at square zero on the boyfriend front. He'd never really had to find a boyfriend before. The Rabbit had discovered him when he was a sophomore, and life had been an endless, happy fuck since then. It wasn't that he didn't think he could find someone -- he knew he could. He was as gifted on the field as he was off, and he was, he knew, way hot. Between him and Topher, you pretty much had the top two catches in the school that year. No, it wasn't that he wouldn't be able to find someone, it was that the process of looking was such a pain in the ass. All that work just to find a void to fill!</div> <div> Topher was in worse shape. They had seen the loss of the Rabbit coming, at least. What they hadn't seen coming -- or rather, what Topher hadn't seen coming -- was being dumped by Lise. He had been burned bad. To his credit, EJ had never once used the word "pussy-whipped" throughout the six months that Topher and Lise had gone out. Since then, of course, he had amply made up for it. Topher didn't like it, but he couldn't argue with it either. He had been pussy-whipped and was still reeling from it. He wasn't quite sure how or when it had happened, either. So when the final shot came, it was a broadside. He was still listing.</div> <div> That was why EJ had suggested he switch to boys -- at least for the next one. Girlfriends were great, EJ had said, but they were very high-maintenance, and this was a year that was too busy to be worrying about stupid shit like that. They were seniors. This year was supposed to be fun! </div> <div> "Boys would probably be easier," he had said. "Make them cum and they're happy." Topher laughed at this, pointing out that he was much the same. "That's the whole idea," said EJ. "You don't have to spend all your time worrying about what they're thinking or what they want. Girls are fucking baffling."</div> <div> This was an argument in which Topher could find no flaw. Girls were baffling. They clearly liked sex as much as he did, but everything was always such a battle. Why do you spend so much time with the guys? Why can't we ever see the movies I want to see? How come you never say, I love you? Why can't you be more romantic? Why do you think farting and holding my head under the covers is funny? Everything was a fucking issue. A boy would be easier.</div> <div> But he still found himself thinking about Lise all the time. Her smile, her smell, the way she squirmed when he was boning her and she was just about to cum. She made this little squealing sound. Maybe if he apologized for...for...for whatever the hell he had done to piss her off, she'd reconsider.</div> <div> "I can't really argue with you, dude," Topher said, "but I'm not there yet. My head's still too messed up. I think I'm just going to take some time off."</div> <div> "Yeah," allowed EJ, "she fucked you up good. Maybe you should."</div> <div> "Anyway," Topher went on, "who? And how would you find him?"</div> <div> EJ thought about this for a while. "Well," he said finally. "I don't know. I'll look around."</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> Seth was engaged in Serious Business. As Theo looked on trying his best not to laugh audibly, Seth inched the grape closer to the barrel in front of him. They were sitting next to each other in band, passing the time in their favorite sport: pissing off Amy Neuman. While the director busied himself haranguing the trombones, Seth was trying to see if he could lodge a grape in the barrel of Amy's flute without her noticing. It wasn't so easy. While she sat with the flute in her lap so that its barrel pointed out and back -- toward Seth who sat behind her -- she spent most of her time chatting with Jen, her stand partner. That put her in a position that made Seth's movements plainly visible out of the corner of her eye. Seth had to time it perfectly. He needed the moment after she turned to look left, but before she repositioned the resting instrument. A particularly vehement invective from the music director caught her attention and Seth made his move. He brought the grape to the end of the flute in a quick, fluid motion. It wouldn't go in, and if he pushed, Amy would feel the pressure and turn to see what was happening. He beat a hasty retreat.</div> <div> "Fuck!" he mouthed to Theo. "Missed it by that much!" Theo, still trying not to laugh out loud, reached into the baggy of grapes in his knapsack and found a smaller candidate. He traded with Seth, popping the returned grape into his mouth. In the meantime, Amy had turned back to talk with Jen. Unfortunately, while this should have delayed a second assault, Seth had been paying too much attention to trying to make Theo laugh and not enough to his own battle plans. Without noticing that she had turned back he mashed the smaller grape into the end of the flute while she looked on in stunned horror.</div> <div> "What the fuck?!" she said in disbelief. Alas, it was during one of those spontaneous silences that sometimes occurs in a crowded room. The look on her face was so precious Theo lost it. The grape he was about to swallow blew from his mouth like a cruise missile, landing in Jen's thick black hair just as the music director's gaze came to rest on the poor unfortunate who had decided to interrupt his rehearsal by audibly swearing. </div> <div> By now the entire woodwind section was in an uproar. All were laughing hysterically except Jen who was feeling around the back of her head trying to figure out what had hit her, and Amy who was doing her best to defend herself to the music director by trying to implicate Seth. Her best efforts and highest indignations were of no avail, though, and she was ejected, unceremoniously, from the room.</div> <div> Unlike Amy, Jen was a trooper. Finding the partially masticated grape in her hair, she pursed her lips, quietly palmed it, turned and grinned evilly at Theo. He would be finding it somewhere on his person by the end of the day. </div> <div> Seth was having a hard time keeping his laughter to silent, unreleased spasms. Theo punched him on the thigh to get him to stop, but this only served to increase the pressure building up in his diaphragm. Tears began to form in his eyes. Having disposed of Amy, the director's attention had turned back to rehearsing the `bones, which gave Seth time to try to calm down. But every time he looked at Theo, the need to explode in hysterical fits just grew. He turned away from his best friend, and cast his gaze on the other side of the band in an effort to compose himself. That's when he saw something that made him instantly and completely forget the whole Incident with the Grape. There, staring intently back at him, was Saxyguy.</div> <div> Seth and Theo had their own private names for pretty much everyone who intersected their little world. There was the Oaf and the Hobbit, there was Velveeta Stretchmark and Unibrowboy. There was the girl whose name was the sign of holding three extended fingers up from the forehead to signify her impossibly large hair. These weren't people Seth and Theo knew, per se, just ones they saw all the time. These were people who deserved mention, but not real names. High school is rife with this kind of anonymous familiarity. </div> <div> There were all sorts of reasons Seth and Theo wouldn't know Saxyguy's real name. He sat on the other side of a hundred-piece band, and in high school, friendship is synonymous with proximity. He was a senior and they were sophomores, which meant that, according to the Indisputable Laws of the Universe, they had nothing in common. And every Friday he wore a football jersey indicating he was on some kind of team (Theo suspected it meant he was on the football team, though he could not be entirely certain) and they were drama geeks. All these forces conspired to keep him nameless. He merited a nickname in Seth and Theo's world for one reason alone: he was stunningly gorgeous.</div> <div> Tall, both lanky and muscular, he was Mediterranean in tone and Viking in stature. His medium-short brown hair was covered by an ever-present light blue and white UNC Tarheels cap. His wide, square, slightly dimpled chin could easily sport a beard if he didn't shave every day. He had a straight nose and deep brown eyes and when he played his sax his jaw muscles flexed in an enticingly evocative way. He dressed casually to the point of distraction -- one was left wishing the shirt were just a little more open, the pants just a little lower. </div> <div> "86," Theo whispered, following Seth's gaze.</div> <div> "Yeah, 99?" Seth responded, still caught in Saxyguy's stare.</div> <div> "Don't tell me Saxyguy is checking you out!"</div> <div> "Saxyguy is checking me out," Seth said, turning back to Theo with a knowing smile. </div> <div> "I asked you not to tell me that," Theo said, finishing the routine.</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> EJ and Topher sat on Topher's front porch, tossing a ball back and forth and enjoying the last light of the September evening. The kid was way cute, EJ explained, and just his type. Little and blond. And he seemed like he was okay -- at least from a distance. </div> <div> "He's a sophomore?" Topher asked, throwing EJ the ball.</div> <div> "Yep."</div> <div> "You're going to date a sophomore?"</div> <div> "I'm not going to date him, guy," EJ said, rolling his eyes. "This isn't about dating. This is about fucking. I'm going to fuck him. Wasn't that the point? Fucking without the shit?"</div> <div> "You know he likes getting fucked?"</div> <div> "Pretty sure," EJ replied, throwing the ball back in a perfect, easy spiral. </div> <div> "How do you know he wants to get fucked by you?"</div> <div> "Oh, he wants me," EJ said laughing. "He's interested. And if he isn't, I can make him interested." </div> <div> Topher pursed his lips, considered this answer for a few moments, nodded, and threw the ball back. Yeah, he probably could. EJ could get pretty much anyone to do pretty much anything.</div> <div> "But why a fucking sophomore? I mean...what'll...what if...a fucking sophomore?" Topher did his best to articulate his concerns when he had them. He was not, however, always successful.</div> <div> "Look, what are you worried about?" EJ said, putting the ball down and beginning a patient explanation. "He's younger. That's a good thing. That's a good thing for a whole bunch of reasons. You worried that people will give me shit for doing a sophomore? No one's going to give me shit. First of all, if they give me shit, I'd fucking kick their balls in -- or you would." </div> <div> Topher nodded. That was true.</div> <div> "Second, why would they give me shit? Because I'm with a sophomore? Its not like I'm going to be hanging out with him -- I tell you, dude, I just want someone to fuck regularly. It's not like he's coming to our parties, or anything."</div> <div> Topher considered this second point, and, in his time, acceded to it as well.</div> <div> "Besides," he added, "I was a sophomore when I started doing the Rabbit. He was a year older than me."</div> <div> "Yeah," said Topher, "but a year ain't two years."</div> <div> "Look," said EJ, trying to find the words that would sway his friend, "it's good that he's younger because...well, I just want this one to be easy, you know?" EJ let the thought hang unsaid between them. When he realized that Topher wasn't getting it, he sighed, resigning himself to having to say it out loud.</div> <div> "If I find someone younger, I can turn him into what I want. I can teach him. I won't have to go through all the shit you went through with Lise."</div> <div> "I got it," said Topher. Lise had, indeed, put him through a lot of shit.</div> <div> EJ picked up the ball and tossed it back across the porch to Topher. </div> <div> "What if you're wrong about him?" Topher asked, turning the ball in his grip. He tossed the ball back to his friend, who caught it and spun it, balancing it on his finger.</div> <div> "I'm not wrong about him." He stopped the ball from spinning, held it vertex-up from the bottom in one hand and punched it back to Topher with the other hand as if he were place-kicking it. Topher caught the ball and put it down on the wooden decking of the porch before voicing his real concern.</div> <div> "Won't...won't the Rabbit be really pissed off?" The question hung in the air with the cricket chirps as the boys read each other's faces for a few seconds.</div> <div> "So what?" EJ finally said. "Rabbit ran. I'm over him."</div> <div> EJ tried to look at Topher with new eyes. They had known each other practically from birth and had been best friends as far back as either of them could remember. Try as he might, though, he couldn't see his friend as he was without also seeing him as he had been. He couldn't see the small bump on the bridge of Topher's nose without also seeing what it looked like before it got broken in that scrimmage two years ago, the way it swelled to the point where his eyes shut while in the hospital as they waited for him to be seen, the way they made fun of him for weeks until his two black eyes faded, the way his nose used to be upturned and pug before he went through his growth spurt in middle school. He couldn't see Topher's coarse blond hair without also seeing his head shaved when their summer soccer league team won the title, the time they decided to grow it long and he ended up looking like a yellow Brillo pad, or the time that chick convinced him to cornrow it.</div> <div> "What?" asked Topher, suddenly self-conscious. </div> <div> "What?" echoed EJ, pulled from his thoughts.</div> <div> "You're staring at me. Something wrong?"</div> <div> EJ laughed. "No. Shit, man, we've been friends a long time, haven't we?"</div> <div> "Yep," Topher replied, picking the ball back up off the decking and tossing it back. "A long time."</div> <div> They no longer spent all of their time together like they used to. Topher was the most loyal, most dependable guy EJ had ever known and that was why they had stayed such good friends. If there was a war and they were fighting together, Topher would jump on the grenade to save him. But what Topher had in loyalty, in athletic prowess, in sportsmanship, in trustworthiness - the really important qualities, EJ thought - he lacked in the ability to concentrate on tough ideas. They were split apart in middle school as classes started becoming leveled; EJ was always put in honors classes, Topher some levels below.</div> <div> At first, it was difficult for them. They both felt like EJ was being punished for something. But over time they both began to trust the fact that while EJ was really smart, that wasn't going to get in the way of his being a good guy. They also both began to understand that it would be EJ who would be the problem solver between them. </div> <div> In the beginning, when a really difficult problem arose, Topher would make suggestions. EJ would entertain the idea seriously and they'd discuss the benefits and drawbacks of Topher's approach. Invariably, it was Topher himself who admitted it was probably a bad suggestion. EJ was never condescending about it, and Topher never felt like it was wrong for him to have made the suggestion in the first place. But after time, it started becoming clear that EJ always had the better ideas, and that if for no other reason than to save time, it made sense just to go directly to EJ's plans.</div> <div> If you were to ask either of them if Topher was a follower, they'd both laugh at the suggestion. Topher was one of the strongest guys in school, was completely respected by the coaching staff and kids alike, and was enjoying his second year as varsity quarterback. Quarterbacks aren't followers. Quarterbacks are leaders. It wasn't that Topher followed EJ, they'd say. It was just that EJ could think through things faster. You don't put a 300 pound kid at wide receiver. If guarding is what the kid can do, you let him guard. Thinking was one of the things EJ could do real well, and so Topher let him.</div> <div> So if EJ said he was over the Rabbit, he was over the Rabbit. And if EJ said that his doing a boy would be better, then his doing a boy would probably be better. It wasn't that Topher understood why, or trusted, even, that it was true. What he did trust was EJ. </div> <div> "Anyway, I am over the Rabbit. Just like you're over Lise, right?" EJ asked, interpreting the silence that hung between them.</div> <div> "Yeah, sure," said Topher in a voice that left his friend completely unconvinced. "Just like that."</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div>  <A NAME="episode_2"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#A6CAF0" FACE="Arial" >Episode 2</FONT></div> <bR> <div> <B>S</B><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" >eth operated under the conviction that his modest status in life belied the grandeur of his being. He ought to have been rich, but he was born to the wrong parents. He ought to have a license, but he wasn't old enough. And he ought to be treated better than a mere sophomore. The century had begun with three years of oughts, as far as he was concerned. </FONT></div> <bR> <div> When Theo had first met him he had joked that Seth was plural. When Seth walked into a room, it felt suddenly crowded. Seth was invariably Bubbly. Seth was Cheery. Everything Seth touched was Superlative. Theo thought of him as existing in a world of Wanton Capitalization. Seth wasn't larger than life -- he was merely larger than his life. That is what had led him to the theater. </div> <bR> <div> He had, in fact, landed a small role in the first show for which he had ever auditioned. That it was a small role didn't particularly bother him. He was a first year student -- it was a three-year high school -- and there weren't that many speaking parts to go around. Theo had auditioned as well, and hadn't even been cast, having to content himself with being on the stage crew. And in the Great Ladder that was high school social interaction it made a kind of unjust sense that he only had a small part. Such were the Immutable Laws of the Universe. Big parts went to upper classmen. Besides, Seth lived by the maxim that there were no small roles -- just opportunities to bitch ebulliently about the people who got the large ones.</div> <bR> <div> Such was how they normally spent most of their time in rehearsals. They would hang out backstage, complaining wistfully about how very bad Jon and Joshua -- the two leads -- were, how they wouldn't know the difference between schtick and acting if it bit them on the ass, and how much better Seth could do it. But not this rehearsal. In this rehearsal, the conversation was altogether different. This wasn't a Bitchfest. This was a patented Seth Effuse-orama.</div> <bR> <div> "When we get married, do you think something wacky will happen at the wedding, like drinking the map to the Melnick uranium mine or something?" Theo took a breath to answer, but Seth continued on without pause. "And do you think we'll live in an apartment like the Smarts, or in a house like the Bradys? I couldn't deal with astroturf in the back yard. Either way, he'll come home every night and we'll fuck and fuck and fuck. Sigh." Since he had been cast, Seth had taken up the habit of speaking in stage directions.</div> <bR> <div> "Don't you think you should get his name first?" Theo asked calmly. </div> <bR> <div> "Name shmame. Oooh! I bet it's something hot, like "Dirk" or "Rock". I bet it's, like, Rock Solid. Wouldn't that be a great name? This is my husband, Rock Solid." </div> <bR> <div> Theo was laughing. "You're over the top, Seth. Even for you. Anyway, how do you know he even likes you?"</div> <bR> <div> "Didn't you see the way he was looking at me? He's interested. He's Definitely Interested. Can you imagine what our kids would look like?"</div> <bR> <div> "Butt babies don't survive long, dear," Theo said, patting his friend consolingly on the thigh as he sat opposite him. Seth giggled.</div> <bR> <div> "With Saxyguy? Anything is possible! Oh!" Seth shouted, interrupting himself. "Can you imagine what the Evil Alex will say when he finds out I'm dating Saxyguy? He'll fucking Shit!"</div> <bR> <div> "Get a grip!"</div> <bR> <div> "I can't. I can't! I'm so excited. So when do you think he'll make his move?"</div> <bR> <div> "I don't mean to burst your bubble, or anything but...Jesus, Seth. He's a senior. Why's he going to go out with a sophomore?"</div> <bR> <div> "'Cause I'm Da Bomb, baby," Seth said in a perfectly convincing voice. "But you're right" he said leaning in and dramatically looking around to make sure no one could overhear, "we need a Plan!"</div> <bR> <div> "Maaaaaaax..." Theo warned.</div> <bR> <div> "Oh lighten up, 99. It'll be fine. It'll be just fine."</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> Feigning illness, Seth and Theo had skipped out of rehearsal an hour early and were sitting in the stands along the sidelines of the football field trying to make sense of the chaos in front of them. Boys were running alternately at and away from each other in a dance that they suspected was somehow choreographed. One in the middle would grunt rhythmically, then they'd all collide with each other and fall down as a group. </div> <bR> <div> The players on the field existed in helmeted anonymity, which allowed Seth and Theo to focus on the charm of their costumes. Mesh half-jerseys ended well above tight spandex pants creating an array of treasure trails as distinctive as the numbers sewn onto the players' backs.</div> <bR> <div> "Holy Disappearing Hairline, Batman!" Theo was saying, "look at that brown curly one! You know, I see that, and all I can think is how much I want to make it wet."</div> <bR> <div> "Down, Boy Wonder," Seth returned, "we're on a serious Bat Mission here."</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah, but look at the ass on that one over there," Theo said more quietly, indicating with a slight point of his chin which player he was talking about.</div> <bR> <div> "What, the fat one?" Seth asked, crinkling his nose in disgust.</div> <bR> <div> "No -- next to him. On the left."</div> <bR> <div> "Oh, him!" Seth said. "That is, indeed, a mighty ass."</div> <bR> <div> "A mighty, meaty ass, to be sure," Theo echoed.</div> <bR> <div> "That'd be a good team name, don't you think? The Mighty Asses?"</div> <bR> <div> "I'd play for them," Theo allowed, lost in the view.</div> <bR> <div> "Like you know anything about playing football," Seth said.</div> <bR> <div> "Who said anything about playing football?" Theo asked without breaking his gaze.</div> <bR> <div> Seth turned to him, blinked, and cracked up.</div> <bR> <div> "So which one is he?" Theo asked, still scanning the field. "Are you sure he's in there?"</div> <bR> <div> "Yep. He's in there," Seth said. "He's got to be. He wears the jersey in band on Fridays. I think that's when they play."</div> <bR> <div> "We should have paid attention to what number he wears. How are you going to find out which one he is?"</div> <bR> <div> "How long we been here?" Seth asked.</div> <bR> <div> "Huh?"</div> <bR> <div> "I said, how long have we been here?"</div> <bR> <div> "I don't know," Theo shrugged. "About 10 minutes."</div> <bR> <div> "Like this, then." Seth stood up and stretched languorously. As the grunting player in the middle of the field grunted his last grunt and shoved his hands between the legs of the player in front of him -- Seth could learn to like this game, he thought -- Seth reached down, crossed his arms, took hold of the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it clear over his head, pulling it off altogether. He turned around and bent over to fish into his knapsack making a big show of waving his ass in the direction of the field. Finding a long-sleeved jersey, he pulled it out and popped it over his head, turning back just in time to see the ball fly across the field to hit a player who had turned to look in his direction in the side of the head.</div> <bR> <div> "There ya go," Seth said, sitting down again. "That would be him. Number 32."</div> <bR> <div> "Too bad it's not 86, huh?"</div> <bR> <div> "That would be cool," Seth answered smiling.</div> <bR> <div> The Grunter walked over to the guy at whom he had just thrown the ball and began yelling at him, taking off his helmet in the process to reveal a sweaty mass of coarse blond hair.</div> <bR> <div> "Ooh," said Theo, "who's Mr. Yummy, and why is he yelling at your boyfriend?" </div> <bR> <div> The second helmet came off to reveal Saxyguy's angry face as he yelled back at Mr. Yummy. The two exchanged a few more indeterminate invectives before they walked back to the crowd and took their places squatting in the faces of other boys who squatted right back. But not before Number 32 glanced again, this time with mild annoyance, at Seth.</div> <bR> <div> "We can go," Seth said.</div> <bR> <div> "That was it?" Theo asked incredulously. "You're not going to wait for the end of their rehearsal? You're not going to talk to him?" </div> <bR> <div> "No need," Seth said. "It's the old take-off-your-shirt-and-wave-your-ass- to-get-the-attention-of-the-guy-you-have-your-sights-on trick. Works every time."</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah," Topher repeated for the umpteenth time, "he's cute. But you still shouldn't'a let him distract you like that."</div> <bR> <div> "I know, I know," EJ replied, dismissively waving with his free hand as he drove with the other, "I shouldn't have."</div> <bR> <div> "Next time keep your eye on the fucking ball." Topher wasn't amused at all. All may be fair in love and war, but football was fucking football. EJ looked across the cab of his pickup and grinned.</div> <bR> <div> "But you've got to admit," he said, "he is cute." Topher merely glared back. EJ returned his gaze to the road, sliding into one of his many accents. "And I told you he were interested. That boy want it bad. And he gonna git it. He gonna git it real gooood."</div> <bR> <div> "Seems to me like you're the one got it bad," Topher said. This observation caught EJ short. He all but screeched the truck to a halt on the side of the road, and turned in his seat to face Topher full on. Topher continued his condemnation. "You're the one going fucking gaga at a little tit and ass, dude. You're the one fucking up at practice. Who gonna git what?"</div> <bR> <div> EJ's brows knit. "You think?" he said.</div> <bR> <div> Topher nodded ominously.</div> <bR> <div> "Well that's not good," EJ said. "That's not good at all. If I'm gonna ride, I'm driving." </div> <bR> <div> "That's alls I'm saying, dude. I mean, a fucking sophomore..."</div> <bR> <div> EJ frowned. "Okay," he said, turning in his seat back to the road and starting the pickup again, "I got it."</div> <bR> <div> "So what're you going to do?" Topher asked.</div> <bR> <div> "We'll show the twink who's in charge."</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> Procession of the Nobles was a bitch to play, even for the second clarinets. It was all he could do to keep his fingers from tying in knots. Theo wasn't in much better shape and was taking this play-through to write in every flat individually on the score. This, Seth knew, was his way of looking intently busy while not playing things he couldn't play. The first three musical skills Theo had learned were to look as if he were playing, to blame his reed, and to point at his stand partner whenever things went wrong. These were qualities Seth would have admired were he not the stand partner. </div> <bR> <div> Having finished the play-through, the music director turned his attention to the trumpets, which allowed the boys some time to chat. </div> <bR> <div> "So explain to me again why we didn't wait to the end to go over to talk to him?" Theo asked.</div> <bR> <div> "What if I told you he had to write a sonnet to me, exclaiming his love for me in nine different ways before I'd consider it?"</div> <bR> <div> "I wouldn't believe you." Theo answered, happily reciting his lines from the script.</div> <bR> <div> "Would you believe a haiku expressing mild interest?"</div> <bR> <div> "No."</div> <bR> <div> "How about a limerick about a boy from Nantucket?"</div> <bR> <div> They smiled. It was a tired routine, but they loved it. Theo waited for the real reply. When Seth figured out that the question was serious, he sighed.</div> <bR> <div> "Because," he began with enough of an eye roll to indicate that this was something Theo Really Ought to Know Already, "then he'd think he could have it anytime he wanted it."</div> <bR> <div> "But he can. Like you'd ever say no to that?"</div> <bR> <div> "Well of course he can. But he doesn't have to know that, does he? Why buy the cow if it'll milk you for free?"</div> <bR> <div> Theo giggled. "So he has to ask you out? You can't ask him?"</div> <bR> <div> Seth shrugged. </div> <bR> <div> "Seems a tad stupid to me," Theo said. </div> <bR> <div> "I don't make the rules. I just live by 'em."</div> <bR> <div> "And what if he doesn't?"</div> <bR> <div> "Condescending pat," Seth said while patting Theo's knee condescendingly. "He will."</div> <bR> <div> "He will?"</div> <bR> <div> "I've got secret weapons," Seth whispered, conspiratorially.</div> <bR> <div> "Shoe phone?"</div> <bR> <div> "No," Seth answered seriously. "These." He smiled broadly showing two large, deep dimples. "And these." He tilted his head down so he was looking up at his friend. The yellow specks in his green eyes twinkled from below his eyelashes.</div> <bR> <div> Theo grinned. He was well-familiar with these weapons and the effects they had on people. Seth had always been completely adorable, even as he matured. He played the angel so well that very few people other than Theo knew about the twisted little devil deep inside.</div> <bR> <div> The music director was calling for attention again, having dispensed with the trumpets. Instruments were readied, postures were straightened. Theo rewet his reed and set his embouchure ready to look like he was playing. Seth did the same, ready to actually play, when out of the corner of his eye a blue UNC Tarheels cap turned in a direction it shouldn't have, distracting him from his music. </div> <bR> <div> Clarinet in mouth, he glanced to the other side of the band while the music director raised his baton. Saxyguy, evidently, had an itch that couldn't wait. While his tenor hung on its strap from his neck, one hand held the hem of his shirt up slightly while the other was pushed directly down the unbuttoned front of his jeans where it was scratching things that three quarters of the school would have gladly volunteered to scratch for him. He wore light blue boxers with penguins on them. The penguins danced a little as he scratched beneath them. The hem of the boxers were pulled out from his stomach by his embedded wrist, and Seth could barely make out the penguins on the top doing their best to peek inside. They weren't alone. Seth spontaneously and unconsciously levitated nearly an inch to try to get just a little better viewing angle. Unfortunately, this was at the same instant that the director's baton came forcefully down and the entire band played, forte, the first chord of the piece. The shock of the sound popped Seth back into time and space, where he collapsed back into his chair and blew for all he was worth.</div> <bR> <div> If only it had been the right note! (Or even the right octave!)</div> <bR> <div> Looking back on it, he couldn't tell which was worse -- that he had made a sound so intensely ugly that the baton had actually flown from the hand of the conductor on the upbeat as if it, itself, were trying to flee from the cacophony; that before the squeak had even finished ringing, Theo was pointing directly at him in a far-side-hand, over-the-head point that Absolutely Everyone could see; or that everyone else's head had instantly snapped to look at Seth except Saxyguy's. Saxyguy hadn't moved a muscle save for calmly taking his hand out of his pants and quietly rebuttoning the front of his jeans. In particular, he hadn't snapped his head around. This was because, Seth realized to his horror, he had been staring at Seth all along. And he was smiling. A victorious, self-satisfied, smirky little smile.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div>  <A NAME="episode_3"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#A6CAF0" FACE="Arial" >Episode 3</FONT></div> <bR> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" ><B>S</B></FONT>eth and Theo sat, as they did almost every evening, in Seth's playroom with their homework sprawled out before them watching TVLand. Usually, half of their attention was taken up in watching the show, half in talking, and, if a half was left (Theo, in particular, hated fractions) in doing their homework. But this was one of their favorite episodes: Snoopy Smart vs. the Red Baron. It was the one where Max and Sigfried have the dogfight over the potato fields of Idaho. More importantly, it was the one in which 99's mother was introduced. She was one of the boys' favorite characters. As a result there was more watching, more talking, and less homework tonight.</div> <div> "Go get me a soda," Seth said when the commercial came on.</div> <div> "Get it yourself," Theo answered dismissively without looking up from his math. "Jesus. It's your house."</div> <div> Seth sighed. "Theo," he began, closing the French book he was pretending to read, "we both know you're going to get me a soda. I'll ask you again, and you'll be all, fuck you, and then I'll say, pleeeease, and you'll be, like, get it yourself dude! and I'll get all whiney and annoying, and you'll finally get it just to shut me up. So we can save on time if you just get it now while the commercial is still on."</div> <div> "I am not getting you a soda," Theo said. Unfortunately, Seth's logic was impeccable, and Theo knew it. Seth always got his way. He was the pushiest, most obnoxious, most self-centered person in the universe. Sometimes Theo wondered why he put up with him. But at times like that, he remembered that he was also funny, he could be tremendously sweet and, when you got down to it, was a very good friend.</div> <div> "Pleeeeease..." Seth whined with a dimple-pocked smile.</div> <div> "Max, you realize you're a pain in the ass?"</div> <div> "And loving it!" Seth answered. So much of their interactions had been lifted from Get Smart they hardly realized when they were doing it any more.</div> <div> "Jesus Christ," Theo muttered, getting up. "But only because I have to pee." Seth batted his eyelashes coyly. "Don't push it," Theo added. "You're not that cute."</div> <div> "Yes I am," Seth answered with a smile. "And thanks."</div> <div> When Theo returned, he threw Seth his soda and took a swig of the one he had gotten for himself. "I saw them together at the Bell," he said.</div> <div> "Who?" Seth asked, pretending to pretend to do his French conjugations.</div> <div> "Mr. Yummy and your boyfriend. They were tailgating on the back of this really old shitbox blue pickup truck in the parking lot of the Bell at about 9:00 last night. We were driving by on the way back from my lesson. I saw them in front of one of the lockers in the Science wing a few days ago. Evidently they hang out a lot."</div> <div> "Gasp! Locker in the Science wing? How is it I didn't know this sooner?" Seth said animatedly.</div> <div> Theo laughed. "It was, like, yesterday, dude. I would'a told you but you were too busy squeaking." </div> <div> Seth pursed his lips, unamused. </div> <div> "Anyway," Theo continued, I can show you tomorrow where it is." </div> <div> Seth rolled his eyes yet again. "We can't just show up there, Dingus."</div> <div> "And why is that?" asked Theo, thumbing through his algebra book as if he knew the page on which he was supposed to alight.</div> <div> "Because then he'll know."</div> <div> "Ooh, I think he knows, 99." Theo said, putting his hands into a high D fingering pattern and issuing a blastissimo vocal eep. "You missed it by thaaat much."</div> <div> "You're an asshole."</div> <div> Theo smiled and kissed the air in the direction of his friend.</div> <div> "Anyway, if he's going to be my husband, he's going to have to learn who's in charge, and the sooner he learns it, the happier he'll be."</div> <div> "And that would be you -- the one in charge?"</div> <div> Seth thought a moment before answering. "Look at Samantha and Darren. On the one hand, it was always about his work and doing it his way. But when you come right down to it, you just know that when they hooked up, she totally called the shots. And he was kind of cute -- at least the first Darren was -- but he's gotta have known that one little nose-twitch and she could'a had anyone she wanted. That's the way it Should Be."</div> <div> "You ever begin to think that maybe we watch too much TV?"</div> <div> "Definitely Not," said Seth, momentarily confused by Theo's non-sequiteur. "What made you think that?"</div> <div> "Whatever," said Theo. "So what's the plan now, 86?"</div> <div> "Simple, 99," Seth said. "We get him to come up to me and say hello."</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> At 10:15 p.m., after Theo had left, Seth stood before his bathroom sink, assessing his reflection and sharing with it thoughts so private he hardly felt comfortable confessing them to the mirror. Clothed he was not so bad, but naked he felt he left a lot to be desired. The hair was good - blond, though darkening as he aged, cut short on the sides with a little to play with right up top at the front. The eyes, too, were good. Light green, widely spaced across a nose that still had a bit of a boyish buttonness remaining. His lips were full, his jaw square. His cheeks contained his best features, he felt: dimples which, when fired and on target, were devastating in their effectiveness. But things went south with his gaze. He was Too Short, Too Narrow, Too Pale, and Too Smooth. He had hair under his arms and on his crotch, but that was it and, he feared, that was the way it was going to stay. His father was as smooth as he was. Nor did he have much hope for his stature in general. His chest muscles were beginning to get a shape to them, but even if he grew taller, his shoulders weren't wide enough to support a really good chest. The best he could hope to achieve was "swimmer build" - that term he had read so many times on the Internet it had lost all meaning. His dick was a good enough size, he had decided. It neither stood out as very large or very small. He also felt he had a pretty good ass, but again, that was because of the way it looked in pants. Nude it did not seem as high or firm or pronounced.</div> <div> He brought a hand to the area between his crotch and navel and rubbed the skin lightly. He had counted a total of six hairs there - hardly enough to be classified as a "trail." Still, he was thankful he had any at all. He tickled them a little and felt his dick pulse in response. He spent a minute wondering if one could take a pulse on a hard dick and if so, might he want to become a doctor rather than an actor?</div> <div> His hand absently traced his centerline up past his belly button to his pectorals. He poked the muscles a few times, testing for any firmness, then struck a WWE double-pump pose. There was depressingly little response from his chest which, continued to break, though just barely, the plane of his torso. </div> <div> He released the pose and brought his inspection to his nipples. Strange little things, he thought. Why do men have them? His were small with areolae that hardly cleared the central knobs. He squeezed his entire pectoral, half-imagining milk squirting out. Where's the hole? Women's have holes, don't they? Why do they have holes and men's don't? Do women's not have holes either? Does the baby have to chew off the tip of it like a cigar before they can get any milk? That's gotta hurt!</div> <div> Seth brought his fists up beside his head and flexed his biceps. These were more visible than his chest muscles, but still nowhere near where they should be. </div> <div> "Tomorrow I'll start doing push ups," he told his reflection, who listened as patiently and silently as it had the night before when that very same promise had been made.</div> <div> He put his arms back at his side and sighed. It didn't matter how many pushups he did. He'd never have arms like Saxyguy had. Seth closed his eyes and pictured those arms for the umpteenth time. Each muscle was separate from the other ones. You could actually see where each individual muscle started and ended, making his upper arm look like it was pieced together out of interlocking parts. Seth's looked more like it was rolled out of dough and baked into place. He wasn't sure if Saxyguy's looked so good because the muscles went so far out or because the crevices between them were so deep. Seth's muscles hardly went out at all, and there were certainly no crevices between them. Slight depressions at best.</div> <div> Then there was the hair on his chest. He had hardly seen it under the mesh of the football jersey Saxyguy wore on Fridays, but that was enough to fuel a dozen different fantasies. Seth had seen the hair on his stomach more, since he tended to wear short shirts and was always lifting his arms above his head for some reason or another. He had two pronounced muscles that ran vertically up his stomach, dividing his front in half. They were separated by yet another deep furrow. But this furrow was not fallow. It sprouted a luxuriant line of hair from the chest down to where it disappeared below his belt line. </div> <div> Seth's fantasies frequently centered around that vertical line of hair. They were lightweight fantasies, he knew. Not much really happened in them. Even though Seth had read endless accounts of sex on the net, he had never had any of his own -- save for some experimentation with Theo -- and fantasies need experience to take root. So mostly they were of Seth running his hand up and down that soft, silky line of hair while feeling the hard muscles underneath expand and contract with Saxyguy's breathing. Sometimes, he'd imagine his hand sinking into Saxyguy's pants to feel what was hidden there. Sometimes he'd imagine Saxyguy holding him in his strong arms and pressing his body to his. </div> <div> This time, it was of Saxyguy sitting in his band chair across the room. In the fantasy, he was wearing shorts and the mesh football half-shirt jersey and his light blue Tarheels cap. The shorts were open in front, and Saxyguy's hand was down the front of them, tenting out his penguin-covered boxers. In the magical way movement can happen in fantasy, Seth appeared on the floor, kneeling in front of him, staring at the tent. Seth's fantasy hands rose to stroke the tops of Saxyguy's calves as his real hand lowered to stroke himself. Saxyguy's legs were hard and warm. The hair on them made the skin feel pebbly as he rubbed. Saxyguy seemed not to notice or to mind, so Seth stroked up and up, past the back of his knees to his hamstrings. His hands disappeared beneath the low-riding shorts as he felt the majestic curve of the thighs. He rubbed them up and down, up and down, warming the skin, kneading the steely muscles beneath. The exertion was causing him to lose his breath. Finally, his fingertips blisteringly hot, his hands moving at a frenzied pace over the tightly stretched skin, he looked up to see Saxyguy had turned his head and was looking directly at him, a slow smile breaking on his lips. Seth froze, every nerve in tense anticipation, every muscle bunched, his lungs paralytically full.</div> <div> "Go for it," said the senior, and Seth did. So completely, in fact, that he had to get the Windex when he was done. That night, his dreams were populated by penguins.</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> A mile away, EJ turned in his bed as the blue-green lights of his alarm clock flashed 1:04 a.m. He had finished his homework an hour and a half ago -- the Calculus took almost two hours that night -- and, having spent a few minutes chatting with Kristen on the phone, had turned in to try to sleep.</div> <div> Kristen was trying to get into his pants. All things being equal, he'd have been delighted to let her get there. She was, indeed, quite the babe. But all things weren't equal. Kristen wanted everything EJ wanted to avoid -- commitment, involvement, intensity. It wasn't worth it. </div> <div> God damn it, why did the Rabbit have to go and graduate? He was so perfect. When they had first met, EJ had been completely clueless. But the Rabbit had made quick work of EJ's naiveté and inexperience. Within a week of their first hook-up, he had had EJ fucking him like a pro.</div> <div> Despite his desire to sleep, EJ smiled in memory of their first time together. EJ had been so hot for the kid he was still amazed he was able to make it the whole minute forty-five before cuming all over him. The Rabbit had laughed at him, which had kind of pissed him off but did nothing to deflate what was, even post-coitally, a persistently strong erection. </div> <div> The next two times were a bit more relaxed. "Just lie back, stud," the Rabbit had said. "Lie back and let me do the work. I'll show you how it's done. Pay attention. This'll be your job very soon."</div> <div> Of all the times they had hooked up -- and those were almost countless over the next two years -- that was still one of the most powerful memories for EJ. Invariably, it boned him, as it had just done again. His right hand slid under the sheet.</div> <div> EJ was always a prominent and central image in his own fantasies. Even when he was remembering something that had actually happened to him, it was almost as if he remembered in the third person. There he was, lying on his back on the Rabbit's bed, pants strewn on the floor, shirt still hanging askew on the bed post. And there, straddling him and holding his wrists immobile above his head, was the Rabbit. EJ saw Rabbit slowly lifting himself and recalled the intoxicating tightness of his ass as it sucked at his dick. He saw himself trying to buck up, trying to rebury his slick, shiny dick as it emerged from Rabbit's grip. But the Rabbit was controlling the pace, teasing, bouncing shallowly a little before sinking all the way down again in a wave of liquid flame. EJ's left hand joined his right under the covers.</div> <div> It was the sight of his own dick disappearing into the Rabbit's ass that got him most hot. There was something about the strength of it. His abdominals became prominent with the exertion of desire. He began pumping himself under the sheet as he watched his hips rise to the Rabbit's shivering ass. His other hand began stroking his chest, enjoying the feel of his own skin.</div> <div> The scene morphed, and he was fucking the Rabbit in the empty stands on the sidelines of the football field. Rabbit was bent over, hands on the bench in front of him, grasping for balance while EJ stood behind and plowed him relentlessly. A strange scene for a fantasy -- EJ had never screwed Rabbit in the stands. The Rabbit's pants were puddled at his feet, and EJ was wearing his uniform as if he were at practice. The lacings of his pants were undone, and the tops flapped as he drew Rabbit's hips forcibly back. EJ's own hips left the bed as he jacked himself, pushing into his own hand as demandingly as he used to push into the Rabbit.</div> <div> Another morph, and now it was the little blond kid he was defiling. EJ liked to think of it as defiling. Sex was supposed to be dirty. It was more fun that way. He was still in his pads, but the ass had changed. It was the blond kid's, and EJ was taking it for the first time. The kid whimpered, and EJ, toes curled and calves rock hard in contraction, blew into his own hand.</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> At 2:40 a.m., Theo finally turned off the computer. He had been an insomniac for as long as he could remember, or perhaps since he was twelve. He wasn't really sure. But he wasn't sure of much at 2:40 in the morning, and he had seen a lot of 2:40s. He didn't need much sleep. Not at night, at least. That's what English class was for. </div> <div> He had hung out at Seth's until ten or so. The two spent most nights together hanging out, watching TVLand, doing homework, talking about nothing. They had met in sixth grade when Theo's family had moved to town -- or the GBMD -- the Greater Bumfuck Metropolitan District, as Theo called it. He had been put in Seth's class and the two bonded immediately after they both failed a spelling test, only to discover that they had each been trying to cheat by copying off the other's test.</div> <div> They had discovered the joys of anime together, and had taught each other how to look good dancing. They had shared their first clandestine drink -- a sloe gin fizz of all things -- and had developed a joint passion for old, stupid sit-coms. Finding a shared attraction for boys, they taught each other how to kiss and practiced the art of giving hand and blow jobs on each other in preparation for the day they found real boyfriends.</div> <div> Seth made Theo laugh. And, as wrapped up in himself as he was, he was a good friend. True, he was pushy and stubborn at times, and once he got an idea stuck in his head there was absolutely no dislodging it, but when Theo's folks split up, it was Seth who got him through it.</div> <div> Seth had gotten a lot of ideas stuck in his head over the years. Shortly after they had met, he had convinced himself that he was going to be the next Triple Crown-winning jockey, despite the fact that he had never been on a horse. A mild growth spurt finally put an end to that, and that idea was replaced by the notion that North Dakota was just a hoax. Since then, Theo had endured, in turn, the convictions that an affected English accent bespoke sophistication, that he could marry Mr. Matt Damon if he could only arrange a meeting, that cats were spies, that the answers to all life's questions were encoded in old sitcoms -- especially Get Smart. </div> <div> The current fixation was unusual in that it seemed to be, at least in part, based on reality. Theo really had seen Saxyguy staring at Seth and, as remarkable as it seemed, had read the same desire in that stare as Seth had. But the idea that that stare was, inexorably, going to turn into the great love of Seth's life was ludicrous. Or, as Seth would have put it if he were thinking more clearly, it defied the Inexorable Laws of the Universe.</div> <div> Ah well. Seth's foibles were something to muse over, but not something to be concerned about. At least not at 2:40 in the morning. Theo plugged in his headphones and cranked his CD player. He'd be asleep in a couple of hours.</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> At 3:00 a.m., Topher was doing the same thing he had been doing at 11:00 p.m. -- he was fast asleep in his bed. Sleep came easily during football season. After school came practice, and then, after dinner, he ran five miles or, if the weather was bad, worked out for three quarters of an hour or so. By the time he hit the sack, he had enough energy to strip and pull the sheet over himself. He was usually asleep within ten minutes of his head hitting the pillow. When Toper died, it wasn't going to be from stress-related illness. Topher didn't believe in stress. When he was happy, he laughed. When he was angry, he yelled. And any frustrations that built up were easily released on the field where he could rely on something solid: the capacities and limitations of his own athletic prowess.</div> <div> He did dream, though. Strange, vivid, color dreams. In the one he was having that night, Lise and he were on a roller coaster. She was screaming and holding onto him. In his sleep, Topher smiled.</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> Seth and Theo had just left their World Cultures class. With band and lunch, it was one of three periods over the course of the day they were able to spend together. They were playing one of their favorite games: Name the Agent. </div> <bR> <div> "Okay," Theo said, "the name of the chambermaid protecting Tanya Lupescu in Too Many Chiefs?"</div> <bR> <div> "Easy," Seth answered. "41. How about the elevator operator who's watching 41 'cause Max doesn't trust him in the same episode?"</div> <bR> <div> "Forty....forty-eight?"</div> <bR> <div> Seth nodded. They poured out into the hall with the rest of the class when the bell rang. Theo was on his way to Math, Seth to Biology, but they were in the same direction. Knapsacks slung over their shoulders, they navigated the hall rapids with the confidence that only boys in their third week in a new school could.</div> <bR> <div> "I got one," Theo said. "What's the name of the firm that Max's lawyer belongs to?"</div> <bR> <div> "Good one," answered Seth, racking his brain. "The law firm. The law firm. That was in The Little Black Book...It was...18, 26, 36, 44, 51, 33 and Sons?"</div> <bR> <div> "Pretty impressive!" Theo allowed, "but it was 35, not 36." </div> <bR> <div> "Un unh," Seth said. "36 was the one in Strike While the Agent is Hot."</div> <bR> <div> "No," Theo said, "that was 35."</div> <bR> <div> "Dismissive snort," Seth replied. "No, he was the one who was hiding in airport locker 31, and..." The sentence was never finished. Without notice, Seth was flat on his back on the ground. He had been looking at Theo instead of where he was going and as they turned the corner the irresistible force had walked smack-dab into the immovable object.</div> <bR> <div> EJ and Topher stared down at Seth in momentary confusion. The kid had come out of nowhere, run directly into EJ, and taken a dive. As the sea of humanity flowed by, he sat on his butt staring up with the same look of surprise that was directed down at him. </div> <bR> <div> It was EJ who recovered from the irony of the moment first. Without saying a word, he bobbed up his chin slightly in the universal greeting of the disinterested. But Seth was right on his heels. With equal nonchalance and in recognition of the compromising position in which he found himself, he charged up his dimples, took aim, and fired.</div> <bR> <div> In response, EJ grinned (but not too much), slouched back against a locker and puffed his chest out a bit. Seth looked down demurely and rubbed his inner thigh, as if that was the part on which he had fallen. EJ gave his gum a couple of chews in a way he knew accentuated his jaw muscles, hooked his left thumb into his front belt buckle and leaned to the side, pulling the pants a bit lower on his hip. Seth reached for a book that had fallen from his knapsack which made the front of his jersey ride up over his belly button.</div> <bR> <div> Theo rolled his eyes. "Jesus Christ," he said, "this could go on all day. I've got to get to class."</div> <bR> <div> Topher laughed.</div> <bR> <div> "Hi," Theo said, holding his hand out to Topher, "he's Seth."</div> <bR> <div> "He's EJ," said Topher taking Theo's hand and pumping it once. "He's glad to meet you."</div> <bR> <div> "He's glad to meet you, too."</div> <bR> <div> "EJ wants to know if you need a hand," Topher said after an awkward silence in which EJ licked then pursed his lips. </div> <bR> <div> Theo looked over at Seth, who was all but batting his eye lashes.</div> <bR> <div> "Naw," Theo said, "he's fine. Seth wants to know if you're going to Candler's party this weekend."</div> <bR> <div> Topher looked over at EJ. "Don't know. We'll see," he said.</div> <bR> <div> The bell rang. Velocities around them increased. </div> <bR> <div> "Well...nice to meet you," Theo said reaching down to pull Seth up by the collar, "but he's gotta get to class." </div> <bR> <div> "So's he," Topher replied. "Later."</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah," Theo smiled. "Later."</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div>  <A NAME="episode_4"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#A6CAF0" FACE="Arial" >Episode 4</FONT></div> <bR> <div> <B>S</B><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" >imon Candler had that peculiar combination of qualities that guaranteed universal popularity in a small town: he lived in a large house with a pool and expansive yard and his parents traveled frequently. As a result, the junior hosted regular parties attended by pretty much everyone. Some of Candler's parties had been legendary -- like the time that they had lit a bonfire in the middle of his back yard. The cops came, saw the pile of wood burning in the middle of the lawn, turned to the group of kids nearest to it and ordered them to put it out. That group had included Henry Vaskasian, notorious for his bad judgment when drunk. Unfortunately, Henry had been blitzed at the time, so when the cop told him to put out the fire, he had happily complied. In front of everyone -- including the cops -- Henry unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, and peed on it.</FONT></div> <div> One was not invited to one of Simon Candler's parties so much as word spread that the party was to occur and everyone just showed up. The network was so efficient that one time Simon himself was one of the last people to know about it. Mrs. Candler, stopping at the supermarket on her way home from work, mentioned to a neighbor that she and her husband were being called away unexpectedly on business that weekend. The neighbor's daughter overheard their conversation, and with a few well-placed cellphone calls from the produce aisle, started the ball rolling. Meanwhile, Simon was across town playing soccer. He returned to the sidelines having been rotated out to hear that he shouldn't worry, a keg had already been procured. </div> <div> Topher and EJ sat on a couple of deck chairs, pulled back from the rest around the pool, as the party swirled about them. There were already over 200 people there and it was only eleven. The music blared from speakers which had been turned around to play through two windows into the back yard. EJ sat looking at his friend. Topher stared into his beer, watching the foam dissipate.</div> <div> "Quit moping," EJ said quietly. "You knew she'd be here."</div> <div> "Yep," Topher replied as another bubble burst.</div> <div> "What do you want me to say? You want me to go off on what a bitch she is? She is. You want me to tell you you're better off without her? You are. You want me to get someone to beat the crap out of her? Hell, I'd do that myself!"</div> <div> Topher didn't even crack a grin. </div> <div> "C'mon, man. Lighten the fuck up."</div> <div> "I'm sorry, dude," Topher said still staring into his cup, "It just sucks seeing her dance with fucking McReady, ya know? I mean, I knew she'd be here, but I thought...I don't know..." He pulled a long drink from the cup, almost draining it.</div> <div> "Topher, man," EJ said gently, "Topher, look at me." Topher looked up from his beer. "Man, you're my best friend. You know I'd do anything for you. You know that?"</div> <div> "Yeah, I know it."</div> <div> "Then listen to me. It's over, Topher. You're not getting back with her."</div> <div> "Yeah," Topher said, "I know it."</div> <div> "No, man. I mean it. It's over. She's fucking McReady. And Tyler. She did Tyler like two weeks before you split. She's not coming back."</div> <div> Topher stared at him blankly.</div> <div> "I didn't tell you because...shit. I don't know. I thought I'd tell you when you got over her. I thought you'd be getting over her and I didn't want you to get...fuck, Topher, don't look at me that way."</div> <div> Topher looked back into his cup.</div> <div> "Fuck," EJ said. "I'm sorry, man. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought...fuck."</div> <div> They sat in silence for almost a minute, EJ staring at Topher, Topher staring into his cup. Finally, EJ punched his friend lightly on the arm.</div> <div> "Say something, bro. Anything."</div> <div> Topher drained his cup and held it out to EJ. "Get me another beer."</div> <div> EJ laughed. "Okay, man. That's something. I'll be right back."</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> Theo and Seth arrived at the party respectably late. They had aimed for earlier, but it had taken Seth far longer than expected to find the perfect combination of flattering shirt and pants. He had settled on a cobalt blue pullover jersey that brought out the yellow of his hair and a pair of ass-friendly khaki shorts that had just the right amount of bagginess. </div> <div> The whole first floor was packed with people. Dancing, milling, laughing, making out, drinking, being fabulous for and at each other. Seth spotted Evil Alex and Jen talking with Hymie on the far end of the living room. He steered Theo in the opposite direction. </div> <div> "You see him?" Seth asked.</div> <div> "Nope," Theo said, "but there's the Oaf and his girlfriend in the dining room."</div> <div> "There's a Mrs. Oaf?" Seth asked, still scanning the room.</div> <div> "Evidently."</div> <div> They turned down the hall toward the kitchen, where they fought through the increasingly densely packed crowd. Once there, Seth, holding onto Theo's shirt to make sure they didn't lose each other, wove his way forward. Around couples where possible, through them when necessary, he forced his way past the mostly larger kids toward the vortex of activity which he knew must be where the bar was laid out. They got there just in time to find EJ pouring his second glass of beer.</div> <div> "Hey," EJ said to Theo, looking past Seth.</div> <div> "Hey," Theo returned.</div> <div> "Why don't you bring these out to Topher. He's out back by the pool. He's waiting for them."</div> <div> "Sure," said Theo, taking the beers. As he walked past EJ, he turned so that only Seth could see him and animatedly mouthed, "Mr. Yummy!" Seth smiled back as Theo disappeared into the throng.</div> <div> "You want something to drink?" EJ said, finally turning his attention to Seth.</div> <div> "Sure, Chief," said Seth. "A coke?"</div> <div> "I can probably find a coke in here," EJ said. He took two cups, disappeared into the people who were leaning against the counter farther down from where the keg had been set up, and returned with the cups filled. He handed one to Seth and raised his as if in toast. Seth clinked the top of his cup to EJ's, took a deep draft to wet his suddenly dry mouth, and almost did a spit-take. The cup was only half coke.</div> <div> "What's in this?" Seth asked when he finally caught his breath.</div> <div> "Coke," EJ said. "And some rum."</div> <div> "'sgood," Seth said. "I'm not much of a drinker."</div> <div> "That so?"</div> <div> "Yeah. I get real stupid real quick."</div> <div> "Practice makes perfect," EJ said, clinking the top of Seth's cup again and taking a drink.</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> Theo saw Topher sitting by himself in a lounge chair pulled away from the pool. He wore a gray T-shirt that said Cornell LAX across its stretched front. Theo marveled at the senior's looks. Thick chest, thick thighs, thick lips, thick arms, thick blond hair. The boy was a vanilla frappe. An unhappy vanilla frappe, Theo thought. Topher was frowning at his own knees. </div> <div> Theo cleared his throat. Topher looked up.</div> <div> "Would you be Gopher?" Theo asked.</div> <div> "No, I'd be Topher," Topher said.</div> <div> "Topher?"</div> <div> "Yeah. Topher. Christopher. You're the sophomore's friend, right?"</div> <div> "Yup. I'd be Theo." Theo handed him one of the beers and watched in fascination as Topher drained it in four enormous gulps. </div> <div> "Neo?" Topher asked and belched loudly.</div> <div> "Theo. Theodore." Not knowing what else to do, he handed Topher the second beer.</div> <div> "Thanks," Topher said, and finished half the cup in two more gulps. "What'll you drink?"</div> <div> "I guess I'll go get myself something," Theo said.</div> <div> "Good. Bring me back one too," Topher said. Theo turned toward the house and smiled. Mr. Yummy wanted him to come back!</div> <div> By the time Theo got to the counter with the keg, Seth and EJ were engaged in an animated conversation. They had been pushed together and off to the side of the room by the crowd. Seth stood with his butt to the wall while EJ leaned in over him, one hand against the wall over Seth's left shoulder, preventing Seth's escape. As if! Theo thought, and went to get two more cups.</div> <div> Having fought his way to the keg and drafted two tall ones, Theo turned back toward the door. If possible, EJ had saddled up even closer to Seth than he had been before. Seth had lifted his foot and put its sole against the wall. EJ cradled Seth's bent knee between his thighs. EJ was now leaning his elbow against the wall, which put his mouth almost to Seth's ear, and was telling him something that caused Seth's eyes to glaze over. </div> <div> When Theo returned poolside, Topher was, again, frowning at his knees, the second cup of beer also drained. Theo sat down in the deck chair next to him.</div> <div> "Did they do something bad?" he asked, handing one of the beers he held to Topher.</div> <div> "What the fuck are you talking about?" </div> <div> "Your knees. You seem unhappy with them. Did they insult you? Steal some money, maybe? Did they break a mad-expensive amphora your dad spent months buying on eBay then blame you for it?"</div> <div> Topher looked at Theo for a moment in confusion then smiled.</div> <div> "No, man. Just in a funk. You know."</div> <div> "Yeah? What's her name?"</div> <div> "Lise," Topher said, pursing his lips.</div> <div> "Peas?"</div> <div> Topher laughed. A genuine, deep, resonant laugh. "How'd you know it was over a girl?"</div> <div> Theo shrugged his shoulders. "I'm wise beyond my years." They clinked cup rims and both drank.</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> Seth hadn't been lying. He did get real stupid real quick when he drank. The first stupidity came in allowing himself to be convinced to have a second drink. The second came in asking for a third. He found himself by the pool without quite knowing how he got there. He and EJ had taken their shoes and socks off and were sitting with their feet dangling in the cool water. EJ leaned with his back to the side of the diving board. Seth leaned with his back to EJ, who was tracing figure-eights on his upper arm in a way that made him shiver.</div> <div> EJ was talking. Seth wasn't quite sure what he was saying. A carefully laid out argument for why his blue pickup was most assuredly not a shitbox. Seth didn't care. So long as EJ kept holding him he could say whatever he wanted. It was all foggy anyway. Seth loved the feel of EJ's chest behind his head. As much as it made the world swim, he slowly rocked his head back and forth, trying to map the curve of EJ's left pectoral with the back of his skull. </div> <div> EJ's fingers traced a circle about Seth's elbow. It tickled and Seth trembled in response. Mistaking this for cold, EJ drew Seth closer to him and enveloped him more in his arms. </div> <div> "You cold?"</div> <div> "No, Chief," Seth sighed contentedly, relaxing into EJ's embrace. "Perfect. So what were...something...shitbox?" The sentence made perfect sense in Seth's mind. He wasn't quite sure how he had lost two-thirds of it in the attempt to make it audible.</div> <div> "No," EJ replied emphatically. "That's the whole point. It's not a shitbox at all. It's..." Seth lost the line of logic almost as soon as it started, and EJ's voice turned into a steady, soothing drone behind him.</div> <div> EJ liked Seth. He was certainly cute enough, that was for sure. EJ wasn't sure why he was so taken with little blonds, but the fact remained he was. The little made sense, at least. They fit better -- the way Seth fit perfectly in EJ's arms. But why blonds? They had a silkiness to them in EJ's mind that was irresistible. It was like asking why he liked broccoli and not cauliflower. It didn't matter why, he supposed, he just did. Whatever it was that got him where he needed to go, Seth had it. And Seth was growing more and more adorable as the evening wore on and EJ got used to his face.</div> <div> It wasn't just the dimples, or the sparkling green eyes, or the satiny smoothness of his skin, or the way his little nipples pushed out his jersey when EJ tickled his upper arm. EJ liked him. Seth was agreeable and interested in what he had to say. He was a good listener. Seth was focused on him, and EJ liked that in a person.</div> <div> Seth shifted position a bit and his hand found EJ's shin. It was dark tan and covered in scratchy hair which Seth began to comb with his fingernails. By varying the spacing of his fingers, he found he could make wavy trails. Twisting it, he could form little spikes. He found an old scar and measured its length against his thumb. </div> <div> EJ was still talking, but he seemed to have changed topics. Something about an offensive line. Seth didn't get who had been offensive or what the line he had used was, but it didn't matter. Instead, his attention was taken by the belt buckle that had begun to poke uncomfortably into the small of his back when he started playing with the hair on EJ's shins. </div> <div> Wait a minute, Seth thought. An idea began to formulate out of the rum and goo that was his consciousness. That's not a belt buckle at all. What was that?</div> <div> "13, is that you?" Seth asked blurrily.</div> <div> "Huh?" EJ asked, not understanding the interruption.</div> <div> "Oops," Seth said, "was that out loud?" </div> <div> EJ laughed. "Yeah, babe. What did you say?"</div> <div> "Nothing," Seth answered, recozying himself against the bigger boy behind him. "You talk."</div> <div> EJ did, picking right up where he left off. Seth used the new position to do some investigation. He rotated his hips by the slightest possible amount. This pushed his lower back against the buckle. The buckle pushed back. No, that wasn't a belt buckle at all.</div> <div> EJ was saying something about a running game. Making sure to stay in contact with the pokey part, Seth leaned over to the side so that his back was supported by the crook of EJ's arm rather than his shoulder and looked up at the older boy. He liked him. He liked him a lot. And not just because he was stunning. When Seth shivered, EJ wrapped his arms about him. When Seth stroked his shin, EJ popped a woody. Seth could make EJ react, he realized, and that made Seth very, very happy. </div> <div> Looking up from that angle he could see the stubble underneath EJ's chin. There was a small bare patch on the bottom, nestled just behind the front of his jaw. The imperfection that made him perfect. Seth reached up and touched it. EJ lowered his head, trapping Seth's finger between his chin and chest. </div> <div> "Who you poking?" EJ said, holding pressure on Seth's finger while he talked.</div> <div> Seth grinned a goofy, contented grin. EJ smiled back. </div> <div> "I can make him smile," Seth thought.</div> <div> "Who?" EJ asked.</div> <div> "Who what, Chief?" Seth asked, confused.</div> <div> "Who can you make smile?"</div> <div> "Oh..." Seth said, "that was out loud again?"</div> <div> EJ laughed a second time. The motion freed Seth's finger from its trap under his chin. "Yes."</div> <div> Seth swept his finger sloppily to the side and waved vaguely across the pool. "Theo. I can make Theo smile. He's right over there talking with Mr. Y...talking with your friend."</div> <div> "I bet you can."</div> <div> "Hi Theo!" Seth yelled across the pool. When Theo looked over, Seth waved. Theo and Topher stared at them for a beat. Theo waved back noncommittally.</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> Topher had talked through seven more beers, prompting Theo to return from one trip to the kitchen with a twelve-pack. For reasons that neither he nor Theo particularly understood or cared about, weeks of frustration poured from him in a blur of accusation, sadness, anger, desire, swearing and loneliness.</div> <div> Theo listened patiently to it all, nodding when appropriate, adding an encouraging word or two when it was needed. He heard about how Topher and Lise had met unexpectedly at a party after a game they had just as unexpectedly won. He heard about Topher's efforts to make her happy, from buying her things to agreeing to see ridiculous movies to admitting he was wrong when he knew he wasn't. He heard a long story about a night when a kid had insulted her, so Topher had popped him one. Lise had gotten all pissed off and told Topher to stop being such an asshole. So the next time when some guy disrespected her, he asked the guy to stop and left it at that. Lise hardly said a word to him all night after that, except to suggest that he might want to put on some make up and join her in the girl's room. He heard about her infidelity with a teammate, and how hard that was going to make practices now that he knew. It took almost an hour, but Topher finally talked himself out. Theo watched him for a while in silence. </div> <div> "Fuck," Topher finally said draining yet another bottle, "I'm fucking sorry. I don't know why I told you all that."</div> <div> Theo shrugged his shoulders. "Seems to me it just took you this long to find someone who would listen."</div> <div> Topher looked at Theo, belched and smiled. "You're a good kid. I didn't mean to lay all that shit on you."</div> <div> "S'okay. It was interesting."</div> <div> Topher laughed. "Interesting's not the fucking word for it."</div> <div> "There's just one thing I don't get," Theo said.</div> <div> "What's that?"</div> <div> "Well, it's pretty clear what she got from the relationship. I mean, you worked hard to make her happy, and you're like the hottest guy in the universe."</div> <div> "Pffft," Topher waved off the compliment like he was swatting a fly.</div> <div> "So what did you get from it?"</div> <div> "What did I get from what?"</div> <div> "What did you get from the relationship? What did she give you?"</div> <div> Topher frowned at his knees again in silence. </div> <div> "Hi, Theo!" It was Seth's voice calling from the other side of the pool. Topher and Theo both looked over and blinked at him. The incongruity of it was not just due to its extraordinarily bad timing -- the mania of his tone, the sloppiness of his wave -- Seth was completely wasted. </div> <div> Theo smiled wanly, waved noncommittally, and turned back to Topher. Topher looked at Seth lying in EJ's arms a moment, frowned and said, "hand me another beer, will ya?"</div> <div> Theo reached down, took one of the few remaining bottles out of the twelve-pack, twisted the top off and handed it to Topher. Topher drained half of it.</div> <div> "Well, for what it's worth," Theo said, "I think someone would have to be pretty fucked up to dump you."</div> <div> Topher swatted the fly again. </div> <div> "Don't do that." Theo said.</div> <div> "Don't do what?" </div> <div> "Why can't you just take a compliment?"</div> <div> Topher shrugged. "Out of practice, I guess."</div> <div> "That's what you need, then," Theo said. "You need someone to point out that you have the sexiest eyes and the most kissable lips within a hundred miles." Topher frowned and waved again. Theo continued, undeterred. "Your body is incredible. I mean, I'd pay just to be able to give you a massage! I would! I'd actually pay you just to touch your shoulders."</div> <div> "Oh, please," Topher said rolling his eyes.</div> <div> "It's true. And look at those legs! Your left knee alone could stop traffic!"</div> <div> Topher laughed. "Left knee, huh?"</div> <div> "Oh, yeah. No doubt. And there's something else, too."</div> <div> "Better than my left knee, you mean?"</div> <div> "Yep."</div> <div> "What's that?"</div> <div> "You're really sweet."</div> <div> "I'm not fucking sweet."</div> <div> "Yes you are."</div> <div> "Shut the fuck up."</div> <div> "No, you're sweet. You're really sweet."</div> <div> "If you say that again, I'm going to beat the shit out of you."</div> <div> Theo leaned forward. "It's okay," he whispered conspiratorially, "I won't tell anyone. No one else has to know. But you are."</div> <div> Topher drained the rest of the bottle, looked at Theo and belched loudly at him.</div> <div> "I'm fucked up. That's what I am."</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> One half hour later, Seth had deteriorated into a small blond bundle of laughter. Everything EJ said made him hysterical, including the idea that he should have yet another rum and coke. </div> <div> EJ had kissed him twice. Long, languorous kisses that teased as much as they excited. EJ nibbled at his lips, sucked his tongue, tasted his teeth. Both had left Seth breathless. But each time, as Seth sank completely into the kiss, EJ pulled away, leaving him wanting more. When Seth, cradled in the crook of EJ's arm, reached up with his head to steal more of EJ's breath, EJ smiled, retreated and playfully licked the tip of his nose.</div> <div> "You're mean." Seth said through his giggles.</div> <div> "Yep," EJ allowed. "And you're tasty."</div> <div> "Taste some more, Chief."</div> <div> EJ smiled. "I'm full. And don't call me Chief."</div> <div> Seth Burst out into ebullient laughter, even finding himself accidentally snorting a few times. EJ frowned. "You don't know why that's funny, do you?" He finally managed when the hysterics passed.</div> <div> "No. You want to explain it to me?"</div> <div> "No," Seth said still giggling, "it's too stupid. Sorry. It's nothing. Where were we? It was something about me, right? Eating?"</div> <div> EJ leaned forward and licked Seth's chin. "Mmmmm. Maybe I could eat a little bit more.</div> <div> "Yeah?" Said Seth. "Maybe you're thirsty, too?" He dipped his hand into the pool and flicked some water onto EJ's face. </div> <div> "Oh, you're going to pay for that one," EJ laughed. His hand had been resting across Seth's chest. He reached around and grabbed hold of his rib cage and dug his fingertips in. Seth exploded into fits of squirming laughter.</div> <div> After the requisite amount of begging, EJ stopped tickling and smoothed the front of Seth's shirt back down. It took Seth a while, but he finally stopped laughing.</div> <div> "You going to be good?"</div> <div> Seth nodded. "Promise."</div> <div> "Then you get a reward." EJ bent his head forward again and brushed Seth's lips with his. When Seth felt EJ's tongue, he closed on it and sucked it greedily into his mouth. EJ allowed it, exploring the pebbly surface of Seth's tongue with his.</div> <div> "'nf Mio" Seth said into EJ's mouth. </div> <div> EJ finished the kiss in his own time, temporarily ignoring Seth's attempt to talk. When he was done, he sat up, looking down at Seth, who had become a puddle of swoon in his arms. </div> <div> "What's that then?" EJ asked.</div> <div> "It's Theo."</div> <div> "Yeah, yeah. You can make him smile."</div> <div> "No, it's Theo here. Hi, Theo," Seth said cheerily, waiving at his friend.</div> <div> EJ turned around. Theo was standing above them on the diving board staring down at them.</div> <div> "Hi," Theo said.</div> <div> "What's up?" EJ asked, somewhat annoyed at the interruption.</div> <div> "I think your friend needs some help getting home," Theo said.</div> <div> "Why's that?"</div> <div> "He just tried to get up to go to the bathroom. Kind of fell flat on his face."</div> <div> "Well, it wouldn't be the first time," EJ said.</div> <div> Theo stood there looking down at the assemblage of limbs before him and waited for EJ to offer to do the right thing. When no offer was forthcoming, he shrugged. "You want me to walk him home?" he asked.</div> <div> "He only lives a few blocks from here. 147 Pine. You know where Pine is?"</div> <div> Theo nodded.</div> <div> "His room is over the garage. There's a separate stairway on the outside that leads up to it. Key's under a clay pot at the bottom of the stairs if he can't find his. Just don't wake up his parents. But their bedroom is in the main part of the house. If you're careful, you shouldn't have any problems."</div> <div> Theo nodded again. EJ turned back to Seth. "Now where were we?"</div> <div> "Bye, Theo!" Seth waved again. Theo nodded and turned back to collect Topher from where he sat on the pavement on the other side of the pool.</div> <div> When he was gone, Seth pulled EJ's head down so that his ear was next to his mouth. "I have a secret!" he whispered hoarsely.</div> <div> "Yeah? What's that?" EJ said then nipped at Seth's ear lobe.</div> <div> "Mmmmm. That's nice," Seth said.</div> <div> "That's no secret."</div> <div> "Noooo. That's not the secret, silly," Seth slurred. "The secret is...the secret is that Theo has the hots for Mr. Yummy."</div> <div> "Who's that, then?"</div> <div> "Your friend! Mr. Yummy!"</div> <div> "Topher?" EJ asked.</div> <div> "Yeah! Theo has it for him. Shhhhh. It's a secret."</div> <div> EJ laughed. "Mr. Yummy?"</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> Theo and Topher didn't so much walk home as they wound home. It was all Theo could do to keep the larger boy upright, let alone heading forward. At first he tried letting him walk on his own, but Topher kept falling off the curb. Next he tried holding his hand to keep him on the sidewalk. That idea was dropped when Topher decided he wanted to surf a hedge and the two of them ended up face down in a shrub. Finally Theo hoisted Topher's arm over his shoulders and wedged himself into Topher's armpit, fighting Topher's superior height and weight with leverage. </div> <div> Getting him up the stairs when they got to his house was another trial. At least while they were walking, Topher had been talking somewhat coherently. By the time they got to his house he was alternatingly responding to the group of friends he thought he was with and collapsing entirely. Theo all but dragged him up to the second story of the detached garage.</div> <div> The door he finally managed to unlock opened to a spacious, if messy bedroom. Out of breath from the exertion, Theo dragged Topher to the bed and unloaded him. Finally free of support, Topher rolled sideways onto the mattress. Momentum took over and he rolled too far. Theo winced as Topher's head hit the far wall with a dull thud. A quiet snore shortly thereafter reassured Theo that he hadn't killed him.</div> <div> It took ten more minutes to undress him. When he was done, Topher was lying in his boxers with the sheet pulled over his waist. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Theo sat on the side of the bed and surveyed the older boy in the dim moonlight that came through the window.</div> <div> Topher had big muscles. His chest was wide and deep, his shoulders were meaty, and his arms were thick. He wasn't model-buff, though. For one thing, his belly was full with all that beer. But more than that, he still had a small layer of padding that covered everything and softened the lines. Theo suspected if he ever called it "baby fat" he'd be threatened with a bloody nose. </div> <div> Theo couldn't really see the hair on Topher's chest, but in the moonlight his edges seemed to be covered by a tiny line of translucent silver that shimmered as he breathed. It was transfixing, and Theo found himself wanting to run his finger up and down it. He leaned in for a closer look but retreated when Topher smacked his lips a couple of times in his sleep and sighed an indecipherable syllable. </div> <div> It wasn't that it didn't occur to Theo the kind of fun he could have with Topher in this state, laid out before him. A part of him was dying to feel Topher's skin, to get into bed next to him, to peek under the boxer shorts. He wondered why he wasn't going to do any of those things when he knew he could probably get away with any or all of them. Instead, he just sat and studied the curves and colors and textures of him. He sat for a long time, content to watch Topher breathe.</div> <div> The sun was about to come up when Theo finally broke the spell with an indecipherable sigh of his own. Making sure the door was locked on his way out, he left and headed for home, wondering if he could still catch the smell of Topher's armpit on his shoulder.</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> Despite the fifth rum and coke, Seth had a pokey thing of his own, which had been caused by EJ lifting the bottom of his shirt and lightly stroking the lower part of his belly. He was lying with his head in EJ's lap by this point, looking blearily up at the way the Tarheels cap framed EJ's face so beautifully. </div> <bR> <div> For his part, EJ was stoked. Seth was hot and responding perfectly. He looked down at the green eyes that were looking up at him. Seth had the prettiest eyes. They were widely spaced across a little nose whose bridge held some light freckles. </div> <bR> <div> He had pretty lips, too. Their pinkness stood out against the paleness of his skin. Eminently kissable. And those dimples!</div> <bR> <div> "You're pretty," EJ said quietly as he brushed the hair from Seth's forehead.</div> <bR> <div> "You're too pretty," Seth burbled.</div> <bR> <div> "Too pretty to what?"</div> <bR> <div> "No, I meant it the other way around," Seth said giggling. "You're pretty, too."</div> <bR> <div> EJ smiled, and bent forward. In this position, they were kissing upside down. This time, EJ didn't hold back at all, giving in to what he knew they both wanted. By the time he was finished, Seth was out of breath.</div> <bR> <div> "That was nice," Seth said, eyes still closed.</div> <bR> <div> "Mmmmm."</div> <bR> <div> "I have another secret," Seth whispered.</div> <bR> <div> "What this time?"</div> <bR> <div> "You promise not to tell anyone?"</div> <bR> <div> "Promise." </div> <bR> <div> "Okay. Shhhh. Here's my secret. Stage whisper. I'm totally drunk."</div> <bR> <div> EJ laughed. "I know," he said. "I got you drunk."</div> <bR> <div> "You did?" Seth whispered with genuine surprise. "Why did you do that?"</div> <bR> <div> "Because I'm going to hook up with you tonight, babe." EJ whispered.</div> <bR> <div> Seth's reaction was not what EJ had expected: he burst into laughter. But not just your everyday kind of laughter. Seth was overcome by a fit of tears-down-the-face, feet-stamping-on-the-ground, can't-breathe, shrill, sidesplitting laughter. It was loud and drew attention. As it continued, EJ became annoyed.</div> <bR> <div> "What's so funny?" he finally asked.</div> <bR> <div> It took Seth another half a minute before he could formulate the words. "You are, silly!"</div> <bR> <div> "Why's that?"</div> <bR> <div> "You didn't have to get me drunk to hook up with me, dope. That's why I'm here!"</div> <bR> <div> And then Seth did a second thing that EJ didn't expect at all. Having finally caught his breath after the hysteria subsided, he rolled gracefully out of EJ's arms and wretched his guts out onto the pavement.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div>  <A NAME="episode_5"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#A6CAF0" FACE="Arial" >Episode 5</FONT></div> <bR> <div> <B>T</B><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" >heo got to band practice first on Monday, followed shortly thereafter by EJ, who was wearing a pair of blue sunglasses despite the fact that it was an overcast day and he was inside. </FONT></div> <div> "Hey," EJ said, walking over after getting his tenor sax out of his locker.</div> <div> "Hey," Theo said.</div> <div> "Theo, right?" EJ asked. Theo nodded. "Thanks for taking care of Topher the other night."</div> <div> "No problem," Theo said, fitting his clarinet together. They both took their reeds and popped them into the sides of their mouths. "And I'm guessing you took care of Seth, too."</div> <div> EJ chuckled. "You didn't talk to him yesterday?" he asked.</div> <div> "Nope. I called him but his mom said he wasn't feeling so good. I don't even know if he's in school today."</div> <div> EJ told him of the events at the party after Theo had left. Theo used sucking at his reed as an excuse for not looking like he was pursing his lips in exasperation. </div> <div> Seth walked into the room at that moment, looking slightly wan. Seeing EJ talking to Theo, he did his best to brighten up, dumped his knapsack in his locker, got his clarinet out, and walked over to them. "Cool glasses," he said.</div> <div> "Thanks," EJ said. "You okay?"</div> <div> "Of course. Why wouldn't I be okay?" Seth answered. Theo recognized the tone in his voice. It wasn't defensive. He was actually asking why he wouldn't be. </div> <div> "No reason," EJ said. "You want to get together later?"</div> <div> "Love to," Seth replied with a forced smile. "Which lunch do you have? If it's second lunch, we can get together then."</div> <div> "Yeah, I eat second lunch, but I go out with Topher usually," EJ said.</div> <div> "That's okay. I usually eat with Theo. The four of us can eat together."</div> <div> "Deal," EJ said,as the music director began waving for silence. "Meet us in the lot. We'll take you out."</div> <div> After the warm-ups and the first play-through of the march, Theo leaned over to Seth while the director addressed the low brass.</div> <div> "Yeah, sure," he said, trying to keep the anger out of his voice. "We can eat with them. Fine with me."</div> <div> "Eye roll," Seth replied.</div> <div> "We could get in trouble," Theo added. "We're not supposed to leave the campus."</div> <div> "Don't worry about it," Seth said, looking over at EJ. "What's with the glasses?"</div> <div> "I don't know. A bunch of guys have them on today."</div> <div> "They're cool," Seth said. "Kind of sexy."</div> <div> "Yeah, yeah, yeah. So why didn't you call me yesterday?"</div> <div> Seth turned to Theo. "Would you believe when I woke up I had been sold into white slavery in Mexico?"</div> <div> Theo laughed. "No..."</div> <div> "How about I was hospitalized for alcohol poisoning?"</div> <div> "Closer," Theo said.</div> <div> "I was so sick I thought I was going to Die? Then I got into the Fight of All Fights with my folks."</div> <div> "There it is," Theo said. "And no wonder. You drank a lot. You still should have called. It would have been nice to have heard what happened from you."</div> <div> Seth went pale. "Why," he asked. "What happened?"</div> <div> "You don't remember?"</div> <div> "Just bits and pieces. Did we hook up? I'd be so pissed if we hooked up and I missed it. I don't think that happened, though."</div> <div> "Would you believe you..."</div> <div> Seth cut him off by taking hold of Theo's upper arm. His eyes had gone wide. "Serious," he said. "What happened?"</div> <div> "You didn't hook up," Theo said as the director called everyone back to attention, "you threw up."</div> <div> "Oh, no," Seth whispered.</div> <div> "Oh, yes," Theo said but was unable to finish because the director was about to start. He took his pencil as if he were marking his score and wrote, in clear block letters at the bottom, "on his sneakers."</div> <div> Seth went completely white as the band played through the opening strains of Thunder and Blazes.</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *****</div> <bR> <div> EJ and Topher got to the parking lot first. They had run into each other in the hall the period before and EJ had filled him in on their new lunch plans. They bumped knuckles when they met.</div> <bR> <div> "You feeling better?" EJ asked as they started scanning the crowd walking into the lot.</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah," Topher said. "Fuck, I was wasted." </div> <bR> <div> "Yeah," EJ echoed. "You weren't alone. You sure it's all right if the boys come along? You okay with keeping the other one busy?"</div> <bR> <div> "No problem," Topher said. "Theo's a good kid."</div> <bR> <div> EJ spotted the boys coming out of the building, and caught Seth's eye. Seth waved and headed toward the pickup.</div> <bR> <div> EJ turned to Topher. "We okay?" he asked seriously.</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah, man," Topher said after a beat. "Not your fault. You were doing what you thought was right." The two looked at each other for a minute, each through his own pair of blue sunglasses. </div> <bR> <div> EJ tried to gauge Topher's sincerity. It wasn't that Topher lied. Topher never lied to him. It was more that Topher wasn't always the best person to ask about how Topher was feeling. Sometimes it took him a while to figure out what he was feeling. Sometimes he thought he was fine when he really wasn't. </div> <bR> <div> "Okay, man," EJ said, bumping knuckles with him again. "We can talk more about it later if you want."</div> <bR> <div> The boys arrived. Theo smiled sweetly at Topher. Seth looked artificially cheery. Topher climbed into the bed of the pickup and motioned for Theo to follow him. Seth got into the passenger seat, and they were off.</div> <bR> <div> "Nice glasses," Theo said to Topher. "What are they for?"</div> <bR> <div> "It's a football psych," Topher said. "Everyone on the team is supposed to wear them today. It's 'cause we won on Friday." EJ pulled out of the lot and picked up speed. The wind forced the two boys closer to each other in order to be able to hear. "Look," Topher said, "I wanted to thank you for the party."</div> <bR> <div> "No problem," said Theo. "What else was I going to do?"</div> <bR> <div> "No," said Topher, "I don't just mean getting me home. Fuck, that was the least of it. I mean for...I don't know...for being there, you know? For listening."</div> <bR> <div> Theo just smiled in response.</div> <bR> <div> "It helped, too. It's different now."</div> <bR> <div> "Different?"</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah," Topher said. "Like the day after when you have the flu."</div> <bR> <div> "Glad I could help," Theo said.</div> <bR> <div> "If there's ever anything you need, you just tell me, 'kay? If anyone ever gives you any shit for anything. You know?"</div> <bR> <div> Theo smiled again.</div> <bR> <div> It was a nice smile, Topher thought. The kid was good looking, come to think of it. His large brown almondine eyes capped by thick high eyebrows and full luxuriant lashes gave him an open, sincere look. When relaxed, the middle of his upper lip tilted up a little, showing his two front teeth. His body could be okay too if he worked out. Topher found himself wondering what Theo's chest looked like.</div> <bR> <div> Seth and EJ sat in the cab in silence for the first few minutes of the drive. Seth sat kitty-cornered against the door with his knee bent on the seat between them so he could look at EJ, who was driving with a self-satisfied little smirk on his face, waiting for Seth to talk. Seth frowned at the grin.</div> <bR> <div> "So you're just going to wait for me to say something, is that it?" Seth finally asked.</div> <bR> <div> "Yep," EJ said, the grin growing more pronounced. </div> <bR> <div> Seth swore under his breath and waited another half a minute. "Okay," he said, conceding the round, "I'm really sorry I threw up on your shoes."</div> <bR> <div> "Oh, dude," EJ replied delightedly, "you didn't throw up on my shoes."</div> <bR> <div> "Theo said I did," Seth returned, confused.</div> <bR> <div> "No, babe. You threw up in my shoes."</div> <bR> <div> Seth rolled his eyes and turned to look out the passenger window. EJ laughed heartily. "It's okay, babe," he said, patting Seth's knee. "Really." He left his hand on the knee. When Seth didn't turn back, he gave it a gentle squeeze. "Really. It's mostly my fault anyway. I shouldn't have made you drink that much."</div> <bR> <div> "You didn't make me," Seth said without turning back. </div> <bR> <div> "Yeah I did. But you got me back good. We're even. It's okay."</div> <bR> <div> Seth silently looked out his window as the trees sped by. They were just beginning to show signs of turning color. Every once in a while, he'd see an old oak with bits of yellow, or a maple considering a blush. EJ's hand remained on his knee. Seth extended his leg toward the driver's side by the tiniest amount. </div> <bR> <div> "Really," EJ repeated. He rotated his hand so that his fingers were tickling the inside of Seth's thigh. "Were you serious about what you said?"</div> <bR> <div> Seth finally turned to look. "Which thing?" he asked trepidantly.</div> <bR> <div> EJ laughed again. "You don't remember, do you?"</div> <bR> <div> Seth pursed his lips. "You think this is funny?"</div> <bR> <div> "Abso-fucking-lutely!" </div> <bR> <div> Seth frowned and turned back to the window, pulling his knee away and crossing his legs away from EJ. EJ could have sworn he actually heard the kid mutter the word "mutter".</div> <bR> <div> "What the fuck?" EJ said playfully, "It is funny!" Seth crossed his arms, closing himself off further. EJ looked over at him. "Babe, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at me!"</div> <bR> <div> Seth had decided in English class that he was going to control their conversation through pissiness. This, however, was not what he had expected to hear. Despite his inclination to stay angry, he turned back to look at EJ.</div> <bR> <div> "Why are you laughing at you?" he asked, again confused.</div> <bR> <div> "Because I was such an idiot."</div> <bR> <div> "You were an idiot?"</div> <bR> <div> "Oh yeah! I'm, like, doing my suave best to get into your pants, and you hurl in my shoes."</div> <bR> <div> "And how does that make you an idiot?" Seth asked dubiously. EJ stopped at a red light and turned to face him.</div> <bR> <div> "Man, you don't remember, do you?" Seth stared back blankly. "See, I'm like, totally taken with you, right? So I think, how can I get him? How can I get him? and I come up with this great plan to get you drunk so you'll agree to hook up with me. And we spend this great night together, and I'm finally getting to be able to hold you, and you're like, so smooth and warm. And I keep feeding you more and more rum so you'll agree to go upstairs with me, and it turns out you wanted to anyway, and the whole plan was for shit, and all I got for my great idea was blue balls and green trainers."</div> <bR> <div> Seth's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized EJ, but his lips betrayed a slight grin. "You were really taken with me?"</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah, babe."</div> <bR> <div> "And you did all that just so we could hook up?"</div> <bR> <div> "Yep." The light turned green and EJ turned back to the road. Seth uncrossed his arms and put his knee back on the seat between them. EJ finished shifting and put his hand back on Seth's knee. "So you see why I think it's pretty funny? I usually don't have this kind of problem with hooking up with guys."</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah," Seth allowed putting his hand on top of EJ's. "That is pretty funny."</div> <bR> <div> The cool wind in the back had forced Topher and Theo into a corner of the bed of the pickup so they could hear each other. When they talked, they each turned so that they were mouth to ear.</div> <bR> <div> "Did you talk with EJ yesterday? Are things okay?" Theo asked.</div> <bR> <div> "We talked a little."</div> <bR> <div> "Did you tell him you were pissed at him?" </div> <bR> <div> Topher shrugged noncommittally. </div> <bR> <div> "Well, you should," Theo continued. "You should tell people if you're angry at them." </div> <bR> <div> Topher nodded, looking at the trees as they sped past. </div> <bR> <div> "But you're not really angry at him, anyway, right?"</div> <bR> <div> Topher looked at Theo and narrowed his eyes. "I'm not?" he asked.</div> <bR> <div> "Naw. You're mad at her. Just feels like you're mad at him."</div> <bR> <div> Topher stared at Theo for a moment. Finally, a slow, sideways grin spread across his face. He punched Theo playfully on the shoulder. "How did you get so smart?" He said.</div> <bR> <div> "Ouch," Theo replied, rubbing his shoulder.</div> <bR> <div> The truck pulled into the pizza shop lot, and the four piled out.</div> <bR> <div> Emilio's was a favorite lunchtime haunt for upperclassmen with open campus privileges. Seth and Theo had been there plenty of times, of course, but never during school. It was filled with juniors and seniors they recognized from the halls, a good number of whom were wearing blue sunglasses. EJ and Topher greeted each of these with a hail and knuckle bump.</div> <bR> <div> Seth and Theo stood in line while EJ and Topher schmoozed with their friends. </div> <bR> <div> "You're looking cheerier," Theo said, leaning over conspiratorially.</div> <bR> <div> "Oh, yeah," Seth answered with an easy smile. "Got it all planned out."</div> <bR> <div> The guys joined them in line. EJ stood close behind Seth. Throwing his right arm over Seth's right shoulder, he found Seth's left nipple and tickled it a couple of times. Seth leaned back into him, making contact from chest to hips and reached up to hang onto EJ's forearm. It was strong and wiry under his hands. EJ rocked slightly back and forth a couple of times, bumping his groin into Seth's ass. Seth giggled.</div> <bR> <div> EJ bent his head down so that he was speaking directly into Seth's right ear. "We are going to have such a good time," he whispered. Seth stroked EJ's forearm in response and pressed his hips back, mashing EJ's dick against his butt. He felt it pulse in reply.</div> <bR> <div> The four of them ordered, found a table, and sat -- EJ and Topher opposite Seth and Theo. Automatically, all four started dabbing the excess oil off the pizza slices with paper napkins. This was par for the course at Emilio's, which was renowned throughout the county for the oil you could soak up off the top of pizzas. People one hundred miles away had been identified as being from their town by that peculiar custom. </div> <bR> <div> For his part, Topher couldn't stop wondering what Theo looked like without his shirt. Once that idea had gotten into his head back in the cab of the pickup, it wouldn't leave. Theo noticed Topher repeatedly glancing at his chest and started to become self-conscious. </div> <bR> <div> Meanwhile, in the silence that happens when boys begin to eat, Seth had surreptitiously slipped off his left shoe under the table, raised his foot into EJ's lap and was tickling his balls with his toes. EJ almost choked when the foot first arrived. His thighs snapped closed, trapping Seth's foot before it could find its mark. But Seth was smiling over his slices, watching EJ's face as he ate. He spiked his eyebrows up and down a couple of times, trying his best to look suggestive. EJ grinned from ear to ear and relaxed his legs, allowing Seth full access.</div> <bR> <div> "You gotta work out," Topher finally said, unaware of the drama that was happening next to him.</div> <bR> <div> "I do?" Theo asked.</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah. You should. You got a good body. You could get some good definition. You ever lift?"</div> <bR> <div> Theo turned to Seth. "I have a good body," he said as if it were an aside that only Seth and the TV viewing audience could hear.</div> <bR> <div> "Conspiratorial wink," Seth replied.</div> <bR> <div> "No," Theo said, turning back to Topher. "I don't know how. I'd probably drop the thing on my neck and decapitate myself."</div> <bR> <div> "That's why you have a spotter," Topher said, always happy finally to be able to be the one who explains things. "See, this is what we do: we start you off on a simple program working two body parts a day. You can do four sets of, like, twelve, ten, eight and six reps, and we won't go 'till failure for a couple of weeks..." </div> <bR> <div> EJ laughed at the expression of horror on Theo's face. "You're scaring him, dude." </div> <bR> <div> "Naw, Theo's the Man," Topher said taking an enormous bite of his pizza. Theo looked over for help from Seth. </div> <bR> <div> Seth smiled sweetly back. "Evidently, you're the man," he said.</div> <bR> <div> "Max!" Theo mouthed. "Help!"</div> <bR> <div> "Theo usually comes over my house after dinner and we do homework," Seth said turning back to the senior side of the table and unable to think of anything better.</div> <bR> <div> "Maybe I could too," EJ said. "I got some work I need help with."</div> <bR> <div> Seth smiled, ran his toes along the length of EJ's woody and began to rotate his foot around the tip. The motion caught Topher's eye. He pushed away the table cloth and saw what was happening in his friend's lap.</div> <bR> <div> "Jesus fucking Christ," he said, half disgusted by the public display -- not his style at all -- and half amused by his friend's uncanny ability to get it from anyone he wanted it from. "I'm eating, here."</div> <bR> <div> EJ patted Seth's foot, and gently pushed it off his seat. Seth flashed his dimples at being caught.</div> <bR> <div> "Good job, Max," Theo said. </div> <bR> <div> "Almost got away with it, 99," Seth replied. "Missed it by that much." Instead of indicating a half an inch between with his thumb and forefinger, he indicated a good eight inches between his two palms. Theo gagged on his pizza trying not to laugh.</div> <bR> <div> "What the fuck are you two talking about?" Topher said.</div> <bR> <div> "We watch a lot of TVLand when we do our homework," Theo said, trying to regain his composure. "You know. Sitcoms from the sixties and seventies and stuff. Mostly Get Smart. Sometimes we try to...I don't know...challenge each other with obscure references. Just a game we play. Don't worry about it."</div> <bR> <div> The conversation continued easily among the four of them. Theo figured he had managed to avoid the subject until they were half way home. </div> <bR> <div> "So seriously," Topher said into his ear as they rode in the back of the pickup, "you going to work out with me?"</div> <bR> <div> They turned heads so that Theo could answer. Topher had curly yellow sideburns where he let them grow. Below that, Theo could see the bright stubble where he shaved. It covered a large round muscle on the side of his jaw which helped make what would otherwise be a thin face more square. Jesus, Theo thought, even his jaw has muscles. The blue of the sunglasses intensified the blue of his eyes as he waited patiently for an answer. Theo's resolve melted.</div> <bR> <div> "Well, I think it's probably a monumentally bad idea, but yeah. I guess I will."</div> <bR> <div> "Word!" Topher said happily, throwing his arm around Theo's shoulders and drawing Theo's head to his chest in a playful headlock. He threw in a couple of light nuggies for good measure. It was a combination of moves whose intentions Theo would spend the rest of the afternoon questioning. "Come over after dinner. You know where I live?"</div> <bR> <div> "I've been there," Theo reminded Topher's left nipple.</div> <bR> <div> "Oh, yeah!" Topher tousled Theo's hair and let him go. "See you at 8:00 then."</div> <bR> <div> In the cab, EJ and Seth had picked up right where they had left off in the restaurant. Seth hadn't bothered to buckle in, sidling over to sit next to EJ instead. He had never been in a truck that was old enough to have a bench in front rather than two seats. It was kind of fun. In return, EJ put his right arm around Seth's shoulders and drew him even closer. Except for the constant need to readjust to shift, it was a very comfortable arrangement. They chatted about nothing for the ride back to the campus. When they pulled into the lot and parked, Seth turned to face EJ, tilted his head back, and shut his eyes.</div> <bR> <div> EJ got the message and complied. Their kiss was tender and sharing. Seth was more of a participant than when he had been drunk, but he still let EJ's tongue do most of the heavy lifting. EJ, holding onto Seth's back while he explored with his mouth, could actually feel Seth melt. When he finished the kiss, they both needed a moment just to breathe.</div> <bR> <div> "So," EJ said not letting Seth out of his embrace, "when we gonna hook up? I can't walk around with a hard-on all the time like this."</div> <bR> <div> "And quite a hard-on it is!" Seth exclaimed giddily as he tickled the length of it through EJ's jeans.</div> <bR> <div> "It's yours, babe. Just give the when and where."</div> <bR> <div> "That depends," Seth said, breaking free from EJ's arms and opening the door.</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah?" EJ asked. "On what?"</div> <bR> <div> "On how nice you are to me." Seth shot a dazzling display of dimple across EJ's bow. "Thanks for lunch!" he said, and, to EJ's consternation, tripped happily back toward the school.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div>  <A NAME="episode_6"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#A6CAF0" FACE="Arial" >Episode 6</FONT></div> <bR> <div> <B>E</B><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" >ight o'clock found Theo standing on the landing outside Topher's door. It was a warm night, as it had been an unusually warm autumn. Theo leaned on the banister, staring at the door. He had already turned to leave twice -- the second time making it halfway down the stairs -- but each time he had turned back. Still, he couldn't bring himself to knock on the door.</FONT></div> <div> He was just staring at it when it opened. Topher was inside, dressed in short cutoff sweats and an old once-white wife-beater. He was pumped and covered with a fine sheen of sweat.</div> <div> "Hey!" he said cheerily, "I wasn't sure if you'd come. But I thought I saw you out there. C'mon in."</div> <div> Theo walked in. The bedroom took up the entire second floor of the garage, except for a bathroom in the far corner. The room was clearly an architectural afterthought, added to the post and beam building as a servant's quarters years ago. Large roughhewn pillars held up the steeply sloped ceiling in four places. Along one wall was the bed, unmade and covered with clothes. A small table and two chairs were set up along the opposite wall. The third, farthest from the door, had a couch, TV and sound system. Along the wall closest to them was a bench and a set of weights. </div> <div> Theo looked at the weights, then at Topher. "Sweet setup, huh?" Topher said, obviously self-satisfied.</div> <div> "Yeah," Theo said. "It's big." The windows were wide open, and a fan was set up to blow air out the window closest to the workout area. Still, the room had a faint odor of musk. It smelled lived-in.</div> <div> "The folks live over in the house, but I got pretty much everything I need right here. Where are your clothes?"</div> <div> Theo looked down at his clothes and shrugged. He wore a green turtleneck and baggy corduroy pants. "You didn't bring clothes?" Topher asked. "That's okay. You can use some of mine." </div> <div> He went to a bureau, opened one of the drawers and began fishing through it, throwing what he didn't want on the floor. At last he found what he was looking for -- a pair of tattered gym shorts. "These are a couple of years old," he said throwing them to Theo, "they should fit you." He continued searching through another drawer until he found a suitable T-shirt. "This too. Try 'em on."</div> <div> Topher seemed to have a great deal of energy. As much energy, in fact, as Theo had discomfort. Topher continued his frenetic activity, kicking a large patch of floor clear of clothes, adjusting the angle of the fan, moving circular weights from one bar to another. Theo stood there holding the clothes without quite knowing what to do. Topher finally finished his preparation, sat down at the end of the bench and looked at Theo.</div> <div> "Change," Topher said again.</div> <div> "Here?"</div> <div> "Yeah. Sure. Why not?"</div> <div> Theo waited for Topher to turn around. He didn't. He continued to sit on the bench watching. So Theo turned around and reluctantly dropped his pants. Stepping into the shorts Topher had given him, he lifted them to find they were a couple of inches too large at the waist. Holding them up past his navel, he turned back around to Topher and let them go. They barely caught on his hips. Topher grinned.</div> <div> Theo turned again and stripped off his shirt. Topher stopped grinning. "Wait a minute," he said before Theo could get the other shirt on. "Turn around again. Let me see what you look like."</div> <div> Theo breathed deeply and realized he was trembling. Slowly and on unsteady legs, he turned to face Topher.</div> <div> The kid had smooth olive skin, tan from a summer of play. He was thin, but not too thin. His chest muscles were high, tight, and just beginning to show. They were capped by quarter-sized red-brown nipples. His vertical abdominal muscles were long and slender. He crossed his arms and slouched. Topher realized the kid was uncomfortable.</div> <div> "What's the matter?" Topher asked.</div> <div> "Nothin'," Theo said in an unconvincing voice.</div> <div> Accepting the answer at face value, Topher stood and walked over. He uncrossed Theo's arms and put them at his side. Theo allowed himself to be positioned. "See, we'll start on your arms first. Arms and chest. Build up some strength there so you can work on other