Chapter 06

The silence was deafening. It felt like a huge anvil was hanging over the room, waiting for the right moment to fall. It was strange, Scott thought, as he kept looking at the young man fidgeting on the couch. He could see the clouds in the eyes, and the pain. Every time his eyes stopped their desperate attempt to look elsewhere, he could see the pain and nervousness in Randy, well Chase that is.

Randy (Chase) was nervous. He hadn’t expected Scott to show up, never mind bail him out and get everything squared away. He had a record, minor shit, but he still had a fear for the jail system. The night in the cells wasn’t something he wanted to make a career out of. He glanced furtively at Scott, saw the long blond hair, and he could see the blue of the bruise along the cheek bone, and the puffiness of the fine white skin, now tinged with a red purple color.

Scott could feel Randy’s (Chase) eyes on his and he turned his attention from the careful study of Mike’s living room rug to glance up to the strained face of a young man in pain. His heart seemed to rip open as he looked into the frightened eyes, seeing the uncertainty, the fear, the hopelessness that was reflected there.

“You wanna talk?” Scott asked quietly.

“I guess… I just…. well, …. I dunno know, ….. I mean … well, it is ….”

“Look Randy.. or should I call you Chase?”

Randy (Chase) almost jumped as Scott used his real name. He was surprised but then he calmed down quickly, realizing that if he had the charges dropped against him, he would most likely have to have gotten his real name. Still, it was a shock, and one more defense shield gone. Funny, how all of his protective shells seemed to vanish when he was with this guy.

“Don’t matter… whatever suits you”

“Okay, well Ran… I mean Chase….I guess I owe you an apology…”

“What? You owe me ?  uh…. ”

“Yeah… for the way I left you…. if I had any sense none of this would of happened….. so yeah I owe you an apology.”

“But how do you figure that Scott?  Shit…. this is….”

“Randy…. shit this name stuff is confusing… look, if I hadn’t been such a jerk about the money…. I could of told you I didn’t want you to leave…. I could of…”

“wait a second Scott… you really think… what? You didn’t want me to leave? Why not?”

“I don’t know… I still don’t know…. but I know that I handled it wrong…. I should”

“You handled it wrong?   Look man I am not some piece of baggage or some….”

“I know… fuck this isn’t what I meant… look Randy… just hear me out…. then you can tell me to go fuck myself, okay?”

“I am sorry…. it is just that…. well it hasn’t been a great night…. but Scott I mean… aaah fuck… go ahead.”

Scott looked into Randy’s (Chase) eyes and he saw the confusion and the despair that seemed to envelop the young youth’s body. His shoulders seemed to sink and Scott thought he could hear the pain and anguish with each breath that Randy took. Scott wanted to just reach out and hold the young boy and before he knew what was happening, he was out of the chair and sitting next to Randy, his hands holding the boys trembling hand in his.

He pulled across and Randy fell into his arms, burying his head into Scott’s shoulder and he could feel the body shake and tremble from the pain within. Randy’s arms encircled Scott’s body and he seemed to burrow his whole young body into Scott’s older more developed one. Scott could feel the ribs and bones of Randy’s slight frame, something he never really noticed before. The thinness of the boy and the lack of muscle and fat on him. He was surprised by the sudden pressure, but it felt good, felt like he was being needed and he could feel a sudden warmth spreading through his body.

The harsh metallic sound of keys seemed to penetrate his brain and as the Scott looked up towards the door, Mike opened his apartment door. Randy pulled himself up to sit upright on the couch, his hair messed and tear streaks clearly visible on his cheeks as he too glanced at Mike standing in the doorway, bags of groceries laying outside the doorway.

Scott rose from the couch to go and help, and Randy got up, asking for directions to the bathroom.  Mike watched the young figure hustle off quickly and he then looked into Scott’s eyes to see a slight mistiness there. His own heart sank a bit.

Together Scott and Mike carried the groceries into the small kitchen and Scott helped Mike put away the myriad of goodies.

“Hope you guys are hungry.. figured we’d have steak for dinner… if that’s okay with you?”

“Yeah… that’s fine Mike… uh mike?”

“Yes?”

“Why you doing all this?”

The soft sound of the question seemed to catch Mike off guard. He was in the midst of putting some canned goods in a shelf, and he just stood there. His hand with the can resting up on the shelf.

“I don’t really know how to explain it….”

“I mean …. well you have to admit Mike that it is rather strange…. you don’t know me or Randy and yet here we are, in your place and you are fixing us dinner and even letting Randy stay here…. why?”

It was a good question and Mike wished he had an answer, he really did as he had been asking himself the same question over and over again since he first decided to even go to the hospital to visit Scott. Why was he so suddenly involving himself with some guy and his paid escort?

“I really am not sure Scott… except, well…. I don’t know, … guess it goes back to when we arrived at the bar.”

“Yeah? ”

“Yeah… I don’t know, it was just that when I touched your arm, to check your pulse…. I don’t know… it isn’t something I can put into words….  but there was something, I … fuck I am not good with words… just that… well somehow I seemed to connect with you and…. well something inside me kind of took over… you see I haven’t really had much to do with people…. on a personal level…. and fuck….. I …….”

“I think I know what you mean Mike…. sort of, ….. I don’t know.. am I a fool for doing this?”

“How. … I mean there…. shit Scott I dont know…. I got enough trying to figure out why I am doing this… never mind if you are right or wrong in what you are doing…”

“Anyone want to ask me?”

Mike and Scott turned around at the sudden voice and found Randy standing in the alcove towards the tiny kitchen. Mike looked at Scott and saw the eyes mist over once again. He glanced towards Randy and saw the way the boy stood there, his body not erect but attempting to be straight and tall. Well, this is what you get for getting involved Mike thought and was stunned by the next comment from Randy.

“Mike’s doing all this cause he wants you Scott, not me… you”

The can in Mike’s hand fell to the floor and rolled under a cabinet. The loud noise made Scott jump but the look on his face was only a mirror of the one on Mike’s face. Total shock and disbelief was clearly etched in both faces, as the can ceased its clamor and stopped it roll at the door strip by Randy’s feet.

“Uh… Randy… I…..”

“It’s true Scott….. I may only be a cheap hooker… but I can see it in his eyes… and yours too…. just turn and look.”

Scott could feel his heart beating, and his breathing was rather labored. He could feel Mike’s eyes on his back and for a strange reason, he could feel his penis jerk up to a semi erect state inside his pants. He glanced up to see a thin smile on Randy’s face, and he looked into the eyes to see a faint glimmer in them. He sighed and knew that what Randy had said, was true.

Mike had almost fallen over backwards as Randy had said what he knew was in his heart. From that first touch of Scott’s wrist, he had known that he wanted Scott, not just to bed, but to spend his life with. He had never felt that way before, never felt that type of electricity and it took a young hooker to point it out to him. Now what? He thought, where did this lead to now?   Slowly, he walked up to stand next to Scott, who he could see was breathing in short gasps, as if on the edge of a cliff, peering down into a deep abyss.

“Well?  You two going to say anything?”

“Randy… you really don’t….”

“Yes I do Scott…. look I guess that you are so used to being alone and dealing with guys like me that you can’t see it… but I can… and mike knows it’s true too…. there isn’t any other explanation is there ?”

“How the fuck does a 18 year old know so much?” Mike asked softly.

“18?…. what… you are older than that… you told me you where in your 20′s….”

” I lied…. surprise Scott…… no look I am sorry man… that wasn’t called for… fuck…. can we go sit down ?”

“Yeah I think we should, before I fucking fall down.. Mike?”

“Yeah.”

Silently they all moved into the living room, each one careful not to make eye contact as they wrestled with their own personal emotions. Mike moved slowly, his heart skipping a beat every two seconds, his eyes carefully watching Scott’s movements, seeing the way his butt filled the jeans. Damn, this wasn’t a sex thing.. but it sure did make him hard every time he looked at Scott’s youthful figure.

Scott could feel Mike’s eyes on him, and he wanted to turn around and stare back, but he didn’t have the guts to do it. Damn Randy.. he sure knew how to fuck with his heart. One minute he thought he was in love with Randy, then he would catch himself wondering what it would be like to be taken by Mike, and now it was all out in the open. What was he going to do? He felt responsible for Randy and yet, well Randy was right, he did desire Mike, and not just for a romp in the sack.

Randy walked ahead of the two… carefully heading for one of hte chairs, rather than the couch. His heart ached because he really did like Scott. No one had ever made him feel so wanted and needed and safe as Scott had. Yeah he had kind of screwed up with the money and all, but then he was too damn sensitive. He wanted to be loved, and he knew that Scott didn’t love him, at least not the way he needed. Scott would never be able to come to terms with him having been a prostitute so there really was no future for them as lover’s.

It seemed like time had stood still. Darkness had fallen on the Atlanta night, and you could hear the sounds of night through the open patio door. Scott didn’t know what to do or say, and judging by everyone else’s downcast eyes, no one else did either.

Suddenly there was a low rumble, sort of like a truck changing gears and all eyes turned towards Mike. His stomach had signaled it’s displeasure at not eating.

Randy burst out laughing and so did Scott. Mike had a wide grin on his face and suddenly the room filled with their laughter and voices.

“Okay, well that’s the dinner gong… who’s up for some pizza?”

“Me”

“Yeah me too Mike.. but let me get it.”

“Okay Scott.. never refuse a guy willing to pay for food.”

With the last piece of pizza lying alone in the large box, everyone sat back. They had all moved closer to together to reach into the box and Mike sat on the couch next to Scott, Randy was beside Scott but on the floor.

“Well thanks Scott.. I guess we’ll have the steaks another night.”

“It was good.”

“Yeah, thanks Guys, so guess maybe now someone can kind of tell me why I am here and what happens next?”

“Well Randy, Scott got the charges dropped but you are in my custody, I guess is the way to put it.”

“And that means?”

“It means you got a place to stay for the rest of the month, as long as you keep out of trouble and don’t go back to that bar.”

“Yeah well that’s not a problem….. but uh… that isn’t exactly what I wanted to know…. like what if I want to take off, ….. say go to Savannah?”

“No one can stop you Randy, but why would you want to?”

“Well, … look I am not gonna make trouble… you guys have been great, and well Scott, you have really been nice to me, more than you’ll ever realize, but well, you know the saying,  two’s company, three’s a crowd…..”

“Uh Randy… look I …. fuck this isn’t what I want.. well yes it is… shit you have me all confused again.”

“I do?  No I don’t…. you know that it wouldn’t work with us… and besides you know you want Mike.”

“Hey.. don’t I have something to say about all this?”

“Well Mike, you do have a lot to say on this, and so do I… so Randy, just how do you come up with all this all of a sudden?”

“Look guys, just the way you look at each other, or should I say, try not to look at each other… and besides, I am the pro, remember?”

“Randy you know nothing about me… how can you be so certain that I have a think for Scott?”

“Well, to be crude, by that hard dick of yours poking out of your jeans.”

Scott stole a quick glance at Mike and did notice the large bulge around his crotch. A smile crossed his face and he realized that his own crotch was certainly aching and no doubt showing as much.

“Hehe…. well Mike he’s got you there… or should I say, he’s got good eyes? Hehe”

“hehe, yeah okay… I give….. yeah I do have a thing for Scott… and no I don’t know why or any of that… so where does that leave us?    Scott has a thing for you Randy… and maybe for me… so now what?”

“Yeah Randy…. now what?….   Mike is right.. and yeah I do have a strange desire for Mike, and we don’t really know each other….. and on the other hand you have gotten to me too… so where does that leave us?”

Randy looked towards Scott, then back to Mike and they could both see his face, see the strain. They watched as he struggled with his own thoughts and emotions, patiently waiting for his words, each of them wondering what was going to come of this wild and weird discussion. Scott could tell that Randy had feelings for him, and he also knew that he had a strange bond growing with Mike, and that it was much more than a physical attraction, to either of them.

“We could always sleep together.”

“What?”

“Uh… yeah, like uh.. what?”

“All three of us…. we could sleep together… you know, get it on together…. have a threesome…”

“Yeah I figured that out…. but come on Randy… how in hell is that going to solve this?”

“Well… I don’t know if it will solve anything… but it will kind of push things ahead…. won’t it?”

“What…. I don’t follow that reasoning, do you Scott?”

“no… I don’t and well… it doesn’t seem like much of an answer to me.”

“Look guys, I have been around…. and well when three people get together… your feelings can come out… you say Scott wants me Mike, right?”

“yeah”

“and you are sort of hesitant of getting into that, right?”

“yeah, so?”

“Okay, and you Scott… you say you care for me and I say you really want Mike, right?”

“Yeah right… but as mike says, so?”

“so…. if we all do it, we all get down and have sex, you guys will find that if I am right, that you both really belong with each other… you are going to well… I guess the word is ignore me?”

“Huh?”

“I think I see what you mean Randy.”

“Well then tell me Mike, cause I sure as hell don’t.”

” I think what he means is that our real feelings will take over and that we’ll find ourselves trying to satisfy each other rather than say me trying to please you Scott, and you working on him…. is that what you mean Randy?”

“Yeah it is Mike… sort of… I can’t really explain it… but I know that if we all decide to have sex, that if I am right, you two will more or less concentrate on each other.. I’ll just be there …. sort of… shit I wish I could explain this better.”

“Fuck, this is weird… Mike you got anything to drink? And I don’t mean lemonade.”

“Hehe yeah there are some beer in the fridge… hang on I’ll get us each one… Randy? You want one too?”

“Oh yeah… please.”

Scott watched Mike get up and go to the kitchen area he saw that the bulge was even more pronounced than earlier. He also liked the way Mike’s ass filled out the jeans and he instinctively passed his hand down his own crotch, before realizing that Randy was watching his every movement. He turned his head to stare into Randy’s eyes, seeing a small sparkle there and a grin on his face.

“Still think I am wrong Scott?”

There was no answer to that one, and he couldn’t for the life of him explain it, but the idea of all three of them naked, together, side by side definitely had his own dick trying to push out of his jeans.

“Wrong about what Randy?… here’s your beer Scott.”

“Nothing Mike.. Randy was teasing me, I think…”

“nooo…. not teasing him…. I just caught him checking you out with a real deep look in those blue eyes of his… and it looks to me like you two are trying to see who has the harder dick…. come on Scott.. admit it… you are as much interested in Mike as he is in you…”

“okay… I surrender… yeah I am interested and yeah I am sporting a major hard on…. but that isn’t meaning… fuck, all this talk of doing it and being naked… what do you expect to happen?”

“Look, I gotta take a piss… you guys talk it over but I really think I am right… and Scott you know …. deep down… you know.”

With that Randy got up slowly, and stretched… showing he too had a nice bulge in his jeans. As he walked past the couch to the bathroom, he looked down at the two men, and his heart gave a slight twinge, as it could tell that shortly he would be moving on. These two belonged together, and there was no room for a third. His shoulder’s sagged slightly as he entered the bathroom and he could hear the two of them discussing his idea.

Randy took his time, and it wasn’t easy. He never did like taking a piss with a hard on and it was hard to get his dick to soften. The idea of being with Scott again was very much on his mind, and he owed that guy big time. He knew he cared deeply for Scott and that maybe under other circumstances they could have made a go of it.

Well that was wishful thinking, and as he looked in the mirror, he saw the lines around his eyes. His reflection seemed to waver, and he knew he was feeling like he was about to lose his best friend. In a sense he was, but he owed Scott. Scott had treated him right, treated him fair, and so he owed him. There wasn’t any other way he could make it up to Scott, so he slowly took his shirt off, exposing that milky white skin to the light.

Randy could see his heart beating as he hung his shirt up on the hook on the door. He glanced at his reflection one more time, and his eyes stared back at him.  ‘Smile bastard’ he thought, ‘you should be happy… you ain’t in jail and you are at least gonna have something to remember him by.’

With those thoughts, he kicked his runner’s off and bend down and took his socks off, stuffing them into the runners. He then undid his jeans button, and pulled the zipper down, then pushed his jeans down and pulled them off his body, hanging them over his shirt.

Randy stood at the mirror now, only his jockey shorts on, a pair of pale blue one’s. He could see the outline of his penis, the way it was pushing at the fabric and he could see the edge of his full balls pushing out the leg openings. He was excited by the prospect of once more being in Scott’s arms, but he was also sad, knowing it wouldn’t be the same as in the hotel room, and knowing that it most likely would be for the last time. With a twinge and a slight reluctance he slowly pushed his shorts down to his ankles, and stood naked, his penis sticking right out, hard and eager, even though his heart was heavy.

Scott and Mike were busy talking, discussing the absolute absurdity of Randy’s ideas and conclusions. Yes they were attracted to each other, and yes they certainly were aroused, but that was merely a physical reaction to all of the talk of a threesome with a young hustler, or so they tried to convince themselves.

Mike was trying to press a point when he noticed that Scott’s jaw had fallen open, and his eyes had seemed to pop out of his head. He turned his head to see Randy standing at the entrance to the living room. His own jaw fell too and his eyes seemed to widen and threatened to pop out of his head as he took in the tall figure.

Randy stood there, a small towel wrapped around his thin waist. His hair was neatly combed and fell nicely around his ears. His legs showed thin blond hairs along the lower calf and a few small curls of thin blond chest hairs curled down the center of his chest.  Bright pink nipples stood erect, clearly defined and the two men clearly showed their surprise and their desire for him. A small smile curled around his mouth, showing just a touch of his white teeth.

“When you guys are ready…. I’ll be in the bedroom waiting.” Randy softly said. He then turned and let the towel drop to the floor. The creamy whiteness of his buttocks clearly showed up in the darkness of the hallway, and he walked slowly into the bedroom.

Mike couldn’t believe his eyes, but his dick sure did. It was pressed hard against the zipper of his jeans and he felt a strange ache in his groin, something he hadn’t felt too many times. Slowly he turned his head back towards Scott and instinctively he glanced down at Scott’s crotch to see that the jeans were pushed up hard.

Scott could feel Mike’s eyes on his crotch, and he could feel them move up to his face. Slowly he turned his head towards mike and he saw a knowing smile on Mike’s face.

“Well… guess the matter is out of our hands Mike.”

“Looks that way Scott… so, we gonna see if Randy is right?”

“I don’t know… I guess part of me wants to…..but”

“but the other part is scared?”

“yeah…”

“me too… so I guess he’s put it where we have no choice, do we?”

“guess not…”

“well you could go in there alone…. I suppose…”

Scott looked into Mike’s eyes, and he knew that it had cost Mike a great deal to make that offer. He was bending over backwards to be the perfect gentlemen, but the idea of Mike bending over…. well that enticed him too… maybe Randy was right… maybe this was the way to find out.

“No Mike, if I go in there… so do you.”

Mike’s heart leapt at those words. He was so anxious not to push Scott and while he knew he had to make the offer, he was relieved that it was refused. Well, maybe Randy really was right… maybe he did have a chance after all.

Mike rose off the couch. “Well, shall we then?”

“Yeah.. man this is fucking weird…. I…. uh, well I have never been with two guys at once…..”

“Me neither Scott….. uh… should we undress here do you think?”

“Shit, I don’t know… guess maybe we should just go in and let our expert guide us… hehe”

“hehe…. yeah… pretty smart for an 18 year old…. I guess we should just go in.”

Neither one seemed anxious to head to the bedroom and the naked Randy, but eventually they both slowly rose up off the couch and walked towards the bedroom. Together they stood in the door way, staring down at the lanky body laying exposed on Mike’s queen size bed.