Scott’s Secret – 10 and 11

Chapter 10

The banging finally stopped, and everyone just lay there, big grins on every face. A slight chill was in the air, but no one really noticed, as they slowly began to come down from the high that they just were experiencing.

Mike finally slid his feet off the bed and padded off to the washroom to grab some towels, so they could all move back into the living room. He kept shaking his head, and grinning, with the occasional glance at the ceiling. There was a bounce to his step as he wrapped one large bath sheet around his middle and grabbed two other towels for the boys in the room. Felt strange thinking of them, and yet it felt so right.

With towels around their middles, Randy and Scott followed Mike into the living room. They could see the darkness out of the patio window, and it wasn’t all that dark anymore. Mike was busy putting the coffee on as Randy sat down on the floor, next to Scott’s feet.

As Mike brought the coffee in, he saw the scene of the young stallion sitting on his couch, the one he had fallen for and there next to him was the young man who certainly was wiser than his age, and yet, it looked like a modern scene out of ‘family life’.

Now where was this gonna lead them? He wondered as he passed Scott his coffee and their eyes seemed to lock together, as if exchanging signals and each was able to read the other’s mind. Randy’s idea of a group grope had worked out, sort of, but now it had added a new dimension to the whole situation. Mike had never felt so alive, and while he had always thought Randy was cute, he never looked at him as someone he wanted in his life. That had suddenly all changed.

Scott had felt like he was on top of the world, and now, now he had to come up with some decisions. He still had deep feelings for Randy, yet Mike had captured his heart like no one, not even Randy, had.  However, Randy was still special and how could he leave him out of his future? Would Mike want him to?

Randy sat there, feeling the warmth of Scott. The mere touch of his leg against his side made him feel like he was actually a part of something, even if it was only for a brief time. Sadness was in his eyes and he kept his head lowered, not sure what today was going to bring. Somehow, he wished just once that his life could go his way. He sat there, sipping at the warm coffee, not noticing the strong silent messages passing between Scott and Mike.

Chapter 11

Scott had been pacing back and forth for over an hour now. Every few seconds he would glance up at the big video display, checking the times to the right with the huge digital clock on the pillar next to it. Damn it, the flight was late, typical airlines.

Finally the numbers changed and he could see that the flight from Atlanta had arrived and would be deplaning from clear across the concourse. Damn it, first it said this building, now it showed that it would be clear across to the other side. Well, he started to walk away, his feet carrying him towards his future.

As he walked fast towards his destiny, his mind went back to the last few weeks. He had tried to stay in Atlanta for as long as possible, but business couldn’t wait and the friggin asshole cousin was back to his old tricks. He had no choice, so with 2 weeks to go before Mike was finished in Atlanta, he had to board the company jet and head off back to Florida and the family.

It had been a tough good bye and poor Randy had looked so forlorn, it made his heart break. Mike wasn’t much better and the good byes in the car were to say the least watery. Mike had promised that he would call daily, but Scott insisted that he not. Instead, he said he would call as it was one of the perks of his job. Mike didn’t argue too much and Randy just sort of hung out in the back of the car.

At the gate to his plane, Randy had a tough time keeping himself in check, and when he hugged Scott good bye, he clung to him so hard Scott was sure his ribs were cracked. Mike shook his hand, his eyes glued to the floor it seemed. They hardly exchanged words, and it was like taking a baby from its mother’s arms. They all just sort of stood there, none of them willing to look at anyone else.

He was passing the main insurance machine as his mind recalled his flight here and how he had been greeted by his father, stacks of manila folders in his arms and a weary grin on his face.

Cousin John, the asshole had really been up to no good and now it was up to him to sort it out. He had no idea then just what had gone on, but it didn’t take him long to find out. His father had been pretty upset and the list of problems seemed to have aged his dad considerably in the last few months. He knew that his parents were due to leave on a cruise for Christmas, and now even that seemed to be in abeyance, as his father detailed the stock manoeuvres his cousin and uncle had been pulling.

The bombshell was when his father pulled out the pale blue folder and handed it to him in the car. He opened it, his heart sinking as he saw the police report detailing the incident in Atlanta. In addition, he saw several photographs of Randy, with the police identification numbers and he knew that he was in for a real rough time, one that could place his whole future into doubt.

He didn’t know which was worse, the fact that his stupid asshole cousin John had the information or the look on his father’s face. How did you explain to your own dad that for years you had been lying to him, that your dates with all the nice girls in town were for show and nothing more?

The trip from the airport home had been a silent one. He had no idea how to approach it and his father seemed in no rush to explore the new aspects of his son’s life. It wasn’t until they reached the front of his own driveway, when his father finally broke the silence.

In a very soft voice, as if the life had been drained from him, his father spoke to him about the report. He didn’t rant or rave, he merely pointed out how disappointed he was in Scott. He made no reference to business, just to his feeling of betrayal. Scott left, standing alone in front of his home, his security blanket no longer looking so secure. DAMN THAT JOHN ! he thought, but it wasn’t really fair to blame him for his secretiveness. It wasn’t really John who made him lie to his own parents.

Scott spend a restless night, going over his options and at one point he felt like just walking out and taking the next plane back to Atlanta. That was one option he kept tossing back and forth until 6am when his private line rang. Now what he had thought as he picked up the receiver to find not some new problem, but the one voice he wanted to hear, had hoped to hear but didn’t think he would hear.

Mike had for some insane reason decided to phone him, and together they talked for an hour or more. He had explained, briefly and then in a flood of words what his arrival home had brought out in the open. The soft soothing sounds of Mike’s voice seemed to make him very calm. He no longer felt like a trapped animal in a box canyon, instead he felt like he had found some new hope to run free.

Scott had a smile on his face as he stood in line at the airport security line, as he thought back to that phone call. It was kismet or something that had made Mike phone him just then. He had no idea how he was going to handle the upcoming meeting, but after the phone call, he had at least found some peace of mind.

As the line moved forward slowly, Scott reflected back once more, to how the day had progressed. He could see himself laughing at some corny joke that mike had tossed at him, calling him his bet wabbit, a term he had coined after one of their love making sessions. Mike figured that Scott had to be part rabbit the way he kept wanting to screw around. Even Randy had joked about how horny Scott always seemed to be.  The tag had stuck, and now he was Mike’s wittle wabbit and mike was his snuggles.

He had showered and ate some breakfast before heading off to the office and his showdown. He had no sleep but he felt like he had had 20 hours of the best sleep ever. The quick jerk off session he had with Mike just before they ended their conversation didn’t hurt either. God, that guy could bring up some interesting visions, and it almost felt like he was in the room watching him stroke his dick. This was a strange way to feel, but after the call, he seemed to look forward to the confrontation that was ahead.

As the line continued to slowly move ahead, Scott kept his smile on his face. It really had been a good meeting, and he had enjoyed himself as he sat there at the beginning, listening to Cousin John play his cards out. How sad he was to bring to the board’s attention that his favorite cousin had been involved in a situation that could have such dire consequences for the company.

He listened intently as his Uncle Charles rose, unsteadily, as if in pain, to add his voice to the sadness and disappointment he felt at Scott’s involvement with the Atlanta police through an incident at a gay bar over some street trash.  Scott had flared at those words, but he kept his cool, realizing that just as discussed with Mike, it was going the way they figured.

He listened as his uncle reluctantly brought forth his motion to dismiss Scott, in the best interests of the firm and the family (now that was a nice touch, he had thought) and how his father had sat there, his eyes barely open, the pain very evident in his face.

Back and forth it had gone, between his cousin’s business like demeanour and his uncle’s family disappointment approach. Finally his father had smashed his fist on the table, startling everyone. He had risen and in quick short bursts had told Uncle Charles that while he didn’t accept homosexuality as a way of life that was in keeping with his values, he did defend Scott. He told him how Scott was the same person who had taken the company from near bankruptcy 8 years earlier and brought it to its level of prosperity now. He had stated in harsh static tones how it was Scott who had stopped the internal haemorrhaging of the corporate cash flow by instituting some stringent cost control measures and that it was those measures that were at the root of John’s and Charles’ discontent, not him being gay.

Scott had tears in his eyes at the way his father had stood up to the old bore and his son, and the director’s sensed that there was more to come. They weren’t disappointed either as Scott’s father finally turned the tables and gave the floor to Scott.

He was almost at the gate now, and he could still see the ashen white look of anger on Uncle Charles’s face as he rose in the meeting to answer the charges and innuendo of his family.  His father had laid the groundwork in a way he hadn’t expected, and he started by placing his hand on his dad’s shoulder and squeezing it. He couldn’t speak to him but they did look at each other and he knew he owed this man a great deal, and a great big hug, but not now, now he needed to bring dear old Uncle Charles and sweet Cousin John to heel.

Scott started his opening, with his own personal declaration of independence. He started by saying, yes he was a homosexual, and furthermore, that he was damn proud of who he was, but that while he felt before, and even now that what he did in his bedroom was no one’s business, if they must know, then they should know the whole truth.

Yes he had an affair with a street youth, but that it was something he wasn’t ashamed of. Yes he had been in a bar room brawl protecting that same youth because he couldn’t sit back and let some over bearing hypocritical asshole beat on him. If that damaged the family or the firm, then maybe the family and the firm needed to re-examine its own values.

Yes he was gay, not only was he gay but he was bringing home someone who he hoped would be his partner and mate for life, and so the board might as well know that too. While he was sure that Cousin John’s spies, which by the way had been paid for out of corporate funds, would eventually find it out, he felt the board should know it now, from him, untainted by some prejudiced source.

He could see his father’s face as he spoke to the board, and he could feel the breath leaving him, but in for a penny, in for a pound and he had continued.  Yes he had paid men for their favours, not really much different than their nation’s president giving jobs to young women, except that he preferred men. He pointed out that the president hadn’t been kicked out of office, and further that the nation was still intact, so would their company if the facts were exposed to the shareholder’s.

Scott went on to even further tell the faces that stared at him in open amazement that while he at least had the decency to seek his personal pleasures away from the family’s base of operation, his cousin didn’t do so. As well, just exactly what was the difference between him seeking the paid company of young men, and the paid young women who frequented his cousin’s downtown apartment? Would the shareholder’s really be any less upset?  Did his Uncle really feel that the shareholders would prefer that the board force his resignation and place good old Cousin John back in charge when under his supervision, the company had lost millions in revenues and had squandered just as many millions in stupid ventures?

Or would the board prefer that he resign? Would they prefer that he leave even though he had just secured a multi million dollar contract with CNN? Man he had enjoyed the stunned looks on Uncle Charles’ face as he threw on the board room table the signed agreement between CNN and their company, a fact that no one but his father had known about.

He didn’t let it go there either, as he pushed forward once and for all to end the constant battles between him, his father and Uncle Charles and Cousin John. With a deft movement he had upped the anty and now he started to play with his aces.

Scott was at the gate entrance way as his mind recalled how he had shown that in less than 5 years under the new agreement that each share of the company would increase from $68 to over $120 by simply doing nothing, but that if they followed his plans, they could not only raise the share value to the $120 mark, but surpass it two or even three fold.

He played his trump card by saying that this deal had originally been presented years ago but that John had rejected it. Was that how this board wanted to go into the new millennium?  With backwards archaic thinking that didn’t give a rat’s ass about the shareholder’s, but only about how many parties it’s executives could throw?

People were starting to come out of the long passageway, and he started scanning the crowd, his heart racing as he waited. This was his moment, his time, and he couldn’t think of two people who he’d rather share it with than Mike and Randy. His palms were sweating as he waited, one foot tapping nervously, his hands clenching and then nervously wiping them along his jeans.

Finally he thought he saw Mike’s head, least it looked like it and he moved forward a bit, almost trampling over a little girl. He murmured his apologizes and then he stood back up and there in front of him, was Mike.

He threw his arms around Mike and felt a strange warmth pass through his whole body. This was what it was like to be in love, to feel the warmth and strength of the person you desired above all else.

They hugged tightly for several minutes, Scott could feel his whole body tremble with the nearness of Mike. His groin was already aching like it had never ached before and he couldn’t wait to get them home. It was like he was a new person, so much so that he even risked a brief kiss against Mike’s cheek.

Mike was taken aback by the crush of Scott against his body, but damn it felt good. He could smell the strange cologne but more than that he could sense the urgent desire that was now in his arms. He smiled and as Scott’s lips brushed his cheeks, he was sure his heart stopped beating for that instant. This wasn’t the same Scott that had left a few short weeks earlier, this was a new man, and he sure did like it.

“God its good to see you….. where’s Randy?   ….. I don’t see him….”

“Scott…. uh….. look let’s go over there….”

“Fuck… no…. what is it Mike?….. don’t hold back..”

“Here…. Randy asked me to give this to you…. he isn’t coming Scott… I tried… you have to believe me Scott..”

“Yeah I know…. shit….. this isn’t right…. DAMN IT.”

“Scott…”

“I know Mike…. I know……”