Title: The Understudy (Postscript)
Author: Tarabeth
Pairing: Serge/Kyle with a little of Ziggy/Alton
Implements: Hand and Paddle
Notes: I sat down to write part 5 of The Rainbow Pride Mystery...somehow this happened instead...
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I was just putting the finishing touches on my pedicure when the phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID – Layton/Riggs --, “Hello, which of my darlings is this?” I questioned as I picked up the phone, knowing full well that it could only be Alton.
“It’s me,” Alton replied, “Do you have time talk? You’re off tonight, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Layton & Pachikov, thankfully, have disbanded and Pachikov & Layton aren’t scheduled to return to the ring until Monday,” I responded.
“Is Serge healed? Are you good to go on Monday?” Alton asked.
“He is at the doctor right now getting his final clearance, he won’t be home for a while so, I have loads of time to chat.”
“Did you get your Restoration Hardware Catalog today?” Alton asked.
I got up off the bed and headed for the mailbox, “I don’t know, I haven’t checked the mail, is it good?”
“Yes, it’s fab, go check,” Alton instructed.
“I’m at the mailbox right now. Hmmm. Smith & Hawkins.”
“Ooooo. I didn’t get that one yet,” Alton squealed.
I continued to flip through the mail, “Penny Saver. Bill. I am Pre-Approved for 0% APR. Bank Statement. Bill. Ahhh, Restoration Hardware.”
“Good, turn to page 20,” Alton stated.
I threw the rest of the mail on the kitchen counter and took the catalog back into the bedroom with me. I flopped down on the bed, supported myself on my elbows and began flipping through he pages, “17….18…what am I looking for…19…20…oooo, it’s on sale,” I exclaimed, Serge and I had been wanting a ceiling mount rain showerhead…and it was not cheap…let me tell you…it was on sale from $700 to $540…we currently had a $49.95 special, “I still don’t think I can talk Serge into it, we have all his medical bills to pay off,” I said with a touch of sadness.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, I should have thought about that; but, I am really glad he is all healed and you two are ready to go back to work,” Alton gave a sweet apology.
I blew a raspberry, “Ummm, some of us have still been working,” I reminded him.
“Yes, how is Vladimir?” He asked.
“A pompous, self-righteous, show-off, bastard,” I spit out, “and I can’t wait until he goes back to being an understudy!”
Alton laughed, “Tell me how you really feel, Kye.”
“Sorry, I just wish they would have replaced our act until Serge healed, instead of making me perform with that ass.”
“He’s not that bad Kye, just a little young. I really think you should speak a little nicer of your brother-in-law; I mean after the sheer perfection of me, he has a lot to live up to,” Alton continued to laugh, “and that is what alternates are for, to fill in when someone can’t perform.”
“Can we change the subject, please?” I asked, letting out an exhausted sigh, “How are you and that guy you live with? You know the fireman? What’s his name? Bob? Bill? Bo?”
It was Alton’s turn to let out a long sigh, “Kevin. Your big brother’s name is Kevin, and he is usually referred to as Ziggy, a nickname you gave him, which he loves. You know damn well he is police officer, and you are being an asshole for still not speaking to him? And he is okay, a little stressed out, he’s been working round the clock for the past couple of days.”
“You know what, I thought you called to chat, if you called to lecture, I have more important things to do, like give myself a manicure, toodles,” Alton interrupted before I could finish my goodbye.
“Wait. Kye. Please. I did call to chat, I’m sorry. Please, don’t hang up,” he sadly pleaded.
What can I say, I am a sucker for a man who isn’t too proud to beg, “Okay, you are forgiven. Why’s Zig been working so hard?”
Just then the bedroom door opened, and there stood my big hunky man, all five foot nine of him…hey, he’s half an inch taller than me. He stood in the doorway, with a lovely erection tenting from his sweats…and a look that said I was about to be completely and totally ravaged, “Doctor’s appointment went well then, babe?” I asked.
Serge nodded, as he began to strip out of his clothes.
“Sorry, Alt, I gotta go,” I said as I hung up the phone, tossed it to the side, and shot Serge my best come hither look, and giggle.
He strolled over to the bed, took hold of the bottom of my boxers and pulled them off; grabbed me by the ankles, and pulled me down the bed, so that I was now bent over it; removed the lube from the bedside table, coated his cock and thrust a finger inside me, “Uuuu,” I moaned. He bent over and began to lick my neck, back and shoulders as his fingers worked to excite, tease and stretch me. Serge slowed his sensual licks, to mutter terribly, filthy, dirty, nasty little tales about all the things he was going to do me and I became painfully rock hard. I started to grind my hips into the bed to cause some sort of friction in hopes of supplying my cock with some small pleasure.
Serge stood, braced my hips and entered me very slowly and fully, “Ahhhh,” I moaned again.
“Moj krasiwyj helowek,” (my beautiful man) he whispered to me.
I melted; I always melt when he coos to me in Russian.
Serge began a steady pace of thrusting while I rocked my hips back and forth on the bed to push him deeper inside me. He bent over me and placed a hand around my stomach and pulled me up into a standing position and swung me around so I could brace myself against the wall. He ran his hand down from my belly and encircled my rock hard erection. He continued to fuck me as I now began to fuck his fist. I felt my balls pull up and I came all over the wall. Serge continued to fuck me, eventually filling me with his seed.
We fell onto the bed and were quickly asleep.
I was startled awake by the phone ringing in my ear. I picked it up, glanced at the caller ID, – Kevin Layton –, pressed the speaker button and shouted into the air, “Alllttton, what do you want; you just interrupted a post fuck nap!”
I heard a cough and then, “Uh, sorry kiddo, it’s not Alton, it’s me,” Ziggy stuttered, “I’ll call you later.”
“No, Kevin. It is fine,” Serge said. He rose from the bed, pulled his sweats on, shot me a serious and loving look, “Kyle, talk to your brother,” he said while exiting the bedroom and closing the door after him.
I took the phone off speaker, “Hi.”
“Hi,” Ziggy responded, “I need to ask you a favor.”
“Yeah, course you do,” I replied, “why the fuck else would you call?”
“Hey, kiddo, calm down. I have tried to talk to you numerous times…remember you’re the one holding the grudge.”
“Holding a grudge? For fucks sake Zig, I really needed my big brother to listen and back me up, and what did you do, you told me I was being a childish brat. I think I have a right to be a little angry.”
“You still are being a childish brat, look I knew this was a bad idea, but I told Alton I would call. Don’t worry about it, give me a call when you feel like being a grown up,” and with that Ziggy hung up the phone.
“Fucker!” I threw the phone across the room and into the wall, where it left a nice dent.
Serge opened the bedroom door, with a look of utter outrage, anger and disappointment…the look that means I am in big trouble, “That is the second phone you have broken this month. I believe the other one was also after a conversation with your brother,” he walked over to the bed, sat and held his hands out to me, “Come here moq babohka.”
“I don’t want to,” I told him.
“Yes, you do. Come here,” he continued to hold his arms out to me.
I crawled into his lap and rested my head on his shoulder. Tears were streaming down my face, “I hate him,” I cried into Serge’s shoulder.
“No you don’t, that’s why it hurts,” he began to run soft circles on my back.
“Stop being nice to me. I know you agree with him, and that I’m in big trouble for throwing the phone,” I said making no attempt to move out his embrace.
Serge kissed my forehead, “Yes, I do agree with him. You have been terribly childish in dealing with my injury and working with Vlad, and yes you are in trouble…a lot of trouble,” my silent tears gave way to a hiccupped sob. “Honey, you hate fighting with Kevin, it is something the two of you rarely do, and I know it is really hurting you, so for now, I just want you to stay here and let me cuddle you. Okay?”
I nodded into his shoulder as I let the tears take over. We stayed in that embrace until I stopped crying and my breathing returned to normal, “I’m sorry about the phone,” I said as I gently sat up and looked into Serge’s eyes.
“Thank you,” he said, “you know those sort of temper tantrums aren’t allowed, and we will address it, but the more pressing issue right now is your relationship with your brother,” I turned away and moved to get away from his embrace, Serge held firm, “Hey, no running away. I don’t get it Kyle, Ziggy wasn’t the only the one who criticized your behavior towards Vladimir. You have forgiven me, and you were never mad at Alton, so why are you still angry with your bother.”
I couldn’t answer him. So, I gave a shrug, “I don’t know.”
“Well, let’s talk it through,” he stated.
Ugg. I didn’t want to talk it through, because I usually didn’t win when we had to “talk” it through.
“Why did you forgive me?” Serge asked.
“You’re my partner, I love you, you were just defending your little brother,” I replied quietly.
“Oh,” he said with a long pause. “Do you feel like I chose to ‘defend’ Vladimir over you, because he is my little brother?”
I didn’t say anything, but a hiccupped breath escaped.
Serge lifted my chin, so that we were once again looking into each other’s eyes, “Oh, moq babohka, that is what you think. No wonder you were upset. I am a little sad that’s your impression of me. You thought if I could choose my brother over my partner, Kevin should have definitely chosen you over me and Vlad. Is that what you have been thinking?”
I once again began to cry.
Serge placed his large hand on the top of my head and gently guided it back to his shoulder. “Oh, babohka, we need to have a serious talk,” he said as he gently massaged my head, “Vladimir is my baby brother, I love him very much, I would die for him, and he will be a part of my life forever.” I cried harder as his words confirmed my place in his life, “he was born into my family and that makes him a part of me. You, my beautiful butterfly, I chose.”
I continued to cry into is shoulder, “Are you listening? I chose you to be my partner, my soul mate, lover, and friend. I would die for you, and you will be a part of my life forever.”
I looked up at Serge in confusion.
“I did not choose Vlad over you,” he stated very firmly.
“You did,” I cried back.
“Shhh,” he placed his finger on my lips, “I did defend Vladimir. I did not choose him over you. I will never choose between the two of you…you are both a part of me and will remain so. What I did was to defend my little brother from a bully. A bully, who was pushing him around and making his job and life difficult.”
“I wasn’t a bully,” I protested.
“Vladimir did nothing other than his job. I was hurt and he stepped into my role in the act. End of story.”
“He wanted the name of the act to stay ‘Pachikov & Layton,’ he is our understudy! He doesn’t get top billing!” I blurted out.
“Honey, I am so, so sorry that my injury scared you, and I think that was the major issue. You were scared and didn’t know how to handle it. But, that issue was something, you and I, as partners needed to work out, and we did. It was terribly mean of you to take out your anger at me on Vlad.”
I blushed with embarrassment as he said this. He had said it many times over the last six weeks, but I think this was the first time I really got it.
“That is why I defended him, because you little butterfly, were wrong. This was about improper behavior not choosing one of you over the other.”
Several tears ran down my cheek.
“Kevin was just trying to help you see that. He loves you and was trying to help you make a difficult situation easier; that was all Alton, Kevin, or I was trying to do.”
I nodded.
Serge scooted me off of his lap, “Please go get the paddle.”
“The paddle, why the paddle?” I pleadingly questioned.
“Kyle is this the first time you have been spanked for throwing things when you are angry?” he asked.
Crap, this wasn’t even the first time I had been spanked for throwing the phone, not to mention alarm clocks, shoes, plants, and hair brushes. I am surprised, I hadn’t gotten the paddle for this before now, “No,” I said as I turned to go fetch the horrid paddle. “The Dark Side of the Moon” it was named. Pthtttt. I hate it! I took it down from the top shelf of the closet and handed it over to Serge.
Serge guided me over his lap, and ran the rubber side of the paddle over my butt. I took a deep breath as he raised it, “Uuuu,” I grunted as it landed the first time.
I was an emotional wreck and Serge was effectively wielding the spanks, so it really didn’t take long for my grunts to turn to yelps and then sobs.
When the last smack of the paddle had fallen, Serge set the paddle on the bed next to him, and ever so lightly ran his hand over my flaming flesh, “I love you Kyle,” he said.
“I love you, too,” I said, as I raised my teary and pitiful self into his embrace.
He hugged me and let me rest for a while before he informed me, “You’re not done yet.”
“Huh?” I questioned him with pleading eyes.
“You need to call Kevin, and apologize,” he stated.
I nodded.
“But, first you are going to need to go buy a new phone.”
The End.
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Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The Garden Runneth Over
Title: The Garden Runneth Over
Authors: Tarabeth & Nicole
Characters: Zane/Vaughn
Vaughn, brushing Ed’s mane, began venting to him, “He always frickin’ over-waters my garden. But, does he listen to me? No!”
“Zane, that is too much water; you’re going to flood the garden,” Vaughn called out.
“It’s fine. Trust me, love,” Zane responded.
“If you flood my garden…I’m gonna…” Vaughn stumbled.
Zane laughed, “You’re going to what?”
“I’m gonna,” Vaughn stopped in thought, “I’m going to spank you.”
They both giggled. “You think you could, little man?” Zane questioned, still watering.
Vaughn placed his hands on his hips, giving a stern look, “Zane Alexander Michaels, do you want a spanking?”
Authors: Tarabeth & Nicole
Characters: Zane/Vaughn
Vaughn, brushing Ed’s mane, began venting to him, “He always frickin’ over-waters my garden. But, does he listen to me? No!”
“Zane, that is too much water; you’re going to flood the garden,” Vaughn called out.
“It’s fine. Trust me, love,” Zane responded.
“If you flood my garden…I’m gonna…” Vaughn stumbled.
Zane laughed, “You’re going to what?”
“I’m gonna,” Vaughn stopped in thought, “I’m going to spank you.”
They both giggled. “You think you could, little man?” Zane questioned, still watering.
Vaughn placed his hands on his hips, giving a stern look, “Zane Alexander Michaels, do you want a spanking?”
Monday, August 13, 2007
The Rainbow Pride Mystery 4/7
Title: The Rainbow Pride Mystery Part 4/7 -- Parts 1-3
are on the blog http://tarabeth1012.blogspot.com/
Author: Tarabeth
Characters: Mitchel, Ziggy & Alton, CC & Lavender
Discipline: None in this part
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CC
9:55 am – Sunday
VROOM VROOM VROOM
I revved my Harley. I was so excited to be on my Hog
and have Lavender sitting behind me with her arms
draped around my waist. She must be slightly
uncomfortable, she had to be arching her back to keep
the spikes on her bra from pushing into my back. I
reached behind me to undo the clasp on her bra, “I
think it’s time for you to loose that,” I said, and
gave a gentle tickle to her side. Lavender slightly
jumped and giggled. She clasped the bottom of my tank
top and raised it over my head, laughing as my large
tits jiggled at the loss of my top. I turned to kiss
Lav as she pushed her bra and my top into the side
pocket of one of the saddlebags, and we were off,
Lavender again placed her arms around me as the
motorcycle moved forward into the cheering crowd, this
time they were cupped around my full breasts.
**** **** **** **** **** **** ****
10:45 am – Sunday
I was applying sunscreen to Lavender when my radio
squeaked to life and I heard Brokowski’s voice, “Shots
have been fired at The Center’s float.”
“Fuck,” I said. I pulled on my sports bra and then my
tank, before responding to the call, “This is
Detective Moore, I’m at the end of the parade route,
over.”
“Moore, the floats at 3rd and Davenport. What’s your
ETA?” Brokowski asked.
“Ten minutes, Chief,” I responded.
“Roger that, get a move on. Your partner should
already be there,” the Chief instructed.
I slipped my badge over my head and attached my radio
to my pants, “Lav, baby, I gotta go. I want you to
find a safe spot.” She nodded. “Stay away from the
parade route, especially The Center and Ms. Rainbow
Pride Floats, got it,” I pulled her into a quick hug
and kissed her on the forehead. I hopped back on my
bike, and started it up, “Baby, maybe you should put
your bra back on, I don’t want your nipples to get
burned.”
**** **** **** **** **** **** ****
I arrived at the scene, and immediately found Ziggy.
He was standing next to Alton and Mitchel at the end
of an ambulance, with paramedics attending to a young
man with a bloody nose, ugly gash on his cheek, and a
split lip.
“Hey, Cees. The perimeter has been secured, this is
the only injury. We haven’t located the shooter, it
looks like he took out the left rear tire of the
float,” Ziggy gave me the update, “Trevor here, bumped
into the float when it halted because of the flat.
The Chief wants us to get statements from the kids
that were at the back of float. I already got Trevor,
Alt, and Mitchel’s. I think we should go talk to that
group of kids over there,” he motioned to a group of
kids sitting on the sidewalk. Turning back to the
ambulance, Ziggy instructed, “Mitchel, please call
Colin and tell him you are okay. I want both you and
Alton to stay here until I come and get you. Got it?”
Alton and Mitch nodded confirmation to him, “I am
serious, this is the safest place for you. I do not
need either of you wondering around and interfering in
the investigation or getting hurt,” he gave them both
a very stern look, before continuing, “I mean it. No
Cagney and Lacy, no Hardy Boys, no Goren and Eames.”
Alton smiled sarcastically, “What about Simon and
Simon or Charlie’s Angels?”
Mitch giggled, “We can’t do Charlie’s Angels, Jill is
over on the Ms. Rainbow Pride Float.”
“Cut it! This is serious. You two will not go
anywhere near the Rainbow Pride Float! If you are not
here when I come back, I will site you both for
interfering with an investigation,” Ziggy warned.
“Pthttt,” Mitchel blew a raspberry, “Zig, your no
fun.”
Ziggy turned and pointed a very firm finger at Mitchel
and Alton. Alton lightly slapped Mitch on the
shoulder, “We promise, Zig, we’ll stay here, out of
the way. Don’t worry about us. Go finish your
investigation,” Alton blurted out before his partner
could blow his top.
“Please guys, you need to stay here,” I said over my
shoulder as I pulled Ziggy towards the group of kids
sitting on the sidewalk.
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Lavender
10:47 am – Sunday
CC detached the saddlebags from the bike and gave me a
quick hug and kiss. I watched her hop on her bike,
rev it up and then she turned, “Baby, maybe you should
put your bra back on, I don’t want your nipples to get
burned.”
Ugg. Fine. I reached into the side pocket of the
saddlebag where I had placed my bra and her tank.
Empty. What the fuck? Maybe Cees had pulled it out
when she was getting her tank on. I looked on the
grass all around me. Nothing. Great, now what am I
supposed to do, Cees’ll be pissed if she gets back and
I don’t have it on, plus we paid a lot of money for
that bra and it is one of my favorite costumes. Fuck,
I’m just going to have to cruise back down the parade
route and find where it fell out the saddlebag.
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I had traveled at least half of the parade route
without finding my bra when I realized I had reached
The Center’s float. It was all marked off with police
tape. Shit. I was going to have to get around this
without CC seeing me. God, the messes I get myself
into.
I spotted CC and Ziggy interviewing some kids. I hid
behind a bus stop sign to think about where to go
next. Peeking over it every so often to check on where
Cees was.
“Okay, let me get this straight, you were following
the float, when you heard the loud bang of the shot,
then you saw the tire blow. You looked around but you
didn’t see anything unusual,” I heard CC read back
over her notes to the group of kids she and Ziggy were
interviewing.
“Detectives. Detectives,” a young Police Explorer
came running out of breath over to Cees and Ziggy, he
held up a small piece of black leather, it seemed to
have some shiny bits on it. OH, FUCK! MY BRA! “The
Chief wants you to wrap up the investigation. It
seems that the float ran over this,” he held up my
bra, “uh…uh…”
“Bra,” CC stated for him.
“Uh, yeah the float ran over this bra, and the spikes
in it blew the tire,” the kid finished.
Ziggy erupted into laughter.
I swear I saw steam coming out of CC’s ears. Time to
find a very safe hiding spot. So, now not only was I
in big trouble for disobeying Cees, my bra had sparked
a major police investigation, halted the parade and I
don’t think she would be terribly pleased that I was
wandering around topless in front of her colleagues.
I moved cautiously with small crowds of onlookers
behind the police tape, eventually I spotted Alton and
Mitch sitting on the bumper of an ambulance. I
discreetly ducked under the tape and made my way
towards them. I had to stop and duck behind the open
passenger door of the ambulance when I saw CC’s boss,
Chief Brokowski, walking past talking into his radio.
I crouched behind the door, and heard Brokowski’s
voice boom from the radio, “False alarm, let’s get
this area cleaned up and the parade moving again.
Young, what’s the status at the Mz. Rainbow Pride
Float,” no answer. Brokowski’s voice bellowed again,
“Young, give me a status!”
“Chief, a fight just broke out, we need back-up here
quick,” I heard Mary Young’s voice answer back.
“Attention all available officers, report to the Mz.
Rainbow Pride Float,” a dispatcher called out.
I tried to signal Alton and Mitch, “Psst,” I
whispered. Nothing, they just continued their
conversation.
“This has to be tied to the break-in, it just can’t be
a coincidence that in the same month The Center was
broken into, someone fires a gun and flattens the tire
on The Center’s float,” I could hear Mitchel
hypothesizing.
“Do you think?” Alton questioned, “Zig said it was
just a random act.”
“Yeah, a random act, until this happened,” Mitch
replied.
“PSST!” I again tried to signal the guys. Still no
response.
“I bet there must be some link to the Ms. Rainbow
Pride Pageant or Zig wouldn’t have told us to stay
away from there,” Mitch continued.
“Maybe, Zig did seem a little concerned when we ran
into Zsa Zsa, and she said she had entered the
pageant,” Alt seemed to be thinking out loud, “and it
seemed really weird that we didn’t know Kyle had come
home to compete.”
What, I didn’t know Kyle was home. Fuck, if he was
over at the float, he could be in danger, “PSST!
Alton!” I tried again.
Alton got up off the bumper and came over to me, “Lav,
what are you doing here?”
Mitchel peeked his head over Alton’s shoulder, and let
out a little giggle, “um, Lav, I don’t think CC would
appreciate you being topless over here,” he commented.
“Mitch, keep it down, CC’ll kick my ass, if she knows
I am over here,” I replied.
“So, why are you here?” Alton asked.
“I lost my bra. I came looking for it,” I responded,
“Hey, Alt, lend me your shirt?”
Alton made a face, “Yeah, I guess,” he responded,
while he reluctantly took off his shirt.
I took the shirt, pulled it over my head and tied the
bottom corner into a knot, so it shortened the T to
display my navel, “Did you say that Kyle entered the
Mz. Rainbow Pride Pageant?” I asked.
“Yeah, why?” Mitch questioned in response.
“I just heard someone request back-up to the Float,
come on, we better go make sure Kyle is okay,” I said
pulling Alton and Mitch away from the ambulance and
back onto the parade route.
TBC
are on the blog http://tarabeth1012.blogspot.com/
Author: Tarabeth
Characters: Mitchel, Ziggy & Alton, CC & Lavender
Discipline: None in this part
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CC
9:55 am – Sunday
VROOM VROOM VROOM
I revved my Harley. I was so excited to be on my Hog
and have Lavender sitting behind me with her arms
draped around my waist. She must be slightly
uncomfortable, she had to be arching her back to keep
the spikes on her bra from pushing into my back. I
reached behind me to undo the clasp on her bra, “I
think it’s time for you to loose that,” I said, and
gave a gentle tickle to her side. Lavender slightly
jumped and giggled. She clasped the bottom of my tank
top and raised it over my head, laughing as my large
tits jiggled at the loss of my top. I turned to kiss
Lav as she pushed her bra and my top into the side
pocket of one of the saddlebags, and we were off,
Lavender again placed her arms around me as the
motorcycle moved forward into the cheering crowd, this
time they were cupped around my full breasts.
**** **** **** **** **** **** ****
10:45 am – Sunday
I was applying sunscreen to Lavender when my radio
squeaked to life and I heard Brokowski’s voice, “Shots
have been fired at The Center’s float.”
“Fuck,” I said. I pulled on my sports bra and then my
tank, before responding to the call, “This is
Detective Moore, I’m at the end of the parade route,
over.”
“Moore, the floats at 3rd and Davenport. What’s your
ETA?” Brokowski asked.
“Ten minutes, Chief,” I responded.
“Roger that, get a move on. Your partner should
already be there,” the Chief instructed.
I slipped my badge over my head and attached my radio
to my pants, “Lav, baby, I gotta go. I want you to
find a safe spot.” She nodded. “Stay away from the
parade route, especially The Center and Ms. Rainbow
Pride Floats, got it,” I pulled her into a quick hug
and kissed her on the forehead. I hopped back on my
bike, and started it up, “Baby, maybe you should put
your bra back on, I don’t want your nipples to get
burned.”
**** **** **** **** **** **** ****
I arrived at the scene, and immediately found Ziggy.
He was standing next to Alton and Mitchel at the end
of an ambulance, with paramedics attending to a young
man with a bloody nose, ugly gash on his cheek, and a
split lip.
“Hey, Cees. The perimeter has been secured, this is
the only injury. We haven’t located the shooter, it
looks like he took out the left rear tire of the
float,” Ziggy gave me the update, “Trevor here, bumped
into the float when it halted because of the flat.
The Chief wants us to get statements from the kids
that were at the back of float. I already got Trevor,
Alt, and Mitchel’s. I think we should go talk to that
group of kids over there,” he motioned to a group of
kids sitting on the sidewalk. Turning back to the
ambulance, Ziggy instructed, “Mitchel, please call
Colin and tell him you are okay. I want both you and
Alton to stay here until I come and get you. Got it?”
Alton and Mitch nodded confirmation to him, “I am
serious, this is the safest place for you. I do not
need either of you wondering around and interfering in
the investigation or getting hurt,” he gave them both
a very stern look, before continuing, “I mean it. No
Cagney and Lacy, no Hardy Boys, no Goren and Eames.”
Alton smiled sarcastically, “What about Simon and
Simon or Charlie’s Angels?”
Mitch giggled, “We can’t do Charlie’s Angels, Jill is
over on the Ms. Rainbow Pride Float.”
“Cut it! This is serious. You two will not go
anywhere near the Rainbow Pride Float! If you are not
here when I come back, I will site you both for
interfering with an investigation,” Ziggy warned.
“Pthttt,” Mitchel blew a raspberry, “Zig, your no
fun.”
Ziggy turned and pointed a very firm finger at Mitchel
and Alton. Alton lightly slapped Mitch on the
shoulder, “We promise, Zig, we’ll stay here, out of
the way. Don’t worry about us. Go finish your
investigation,” Alton blurted out before his partner
could blow his top.
“Please guys, you need to stay here,” I said over my
shoulder as I pulled Ziggy towards the group of kids
sitting on the sidewalk.
**** **** **** **** **** **** ****
**** **** **** **** **** **** ****
Lavender
10:47 am – Sunday
CC detached the saddlebags from the bike and gave me a
quick hug and kiss. I watched her hop on her bike,
rev it up and then she turned, “Baby, maybe you should
put your bra back on, I don’t want your nipples to get
burned.”
Ugg. Fine. I reached into the side pocket of the
saddlebag where I had placed my bra and her tank.
Empty. What the fuck? Maybe Cees had pulled it out
when she was getting her tank on. I looked on the
grass all around me. Nothing. Great, now what am I
supposed to do, Cees’ll be pissed if she gets back and
I don’t have it on, plus we paid a lot of money for
that bra and it is one of my favorite costumes. Fuck,
I’m just going to have to cruise back down the parade
route and find where it fell out the saddlebag.
**** **** **** **** **** **** ****
I had traveled at least half of the parade route
without finding my bra when I realized I had reached
The Center’s float. It was all marked off with police
tape. Shit. I was going to have to get around this
without CC seeing me. God, the messes I get myself
into.
I spotted CC and Ziggy interviewing some kids. I hid
behind a bus stop sign to think about where to go
next. Peeking over it every so often to check on where
Cees was.
“Okay, let me get this straight, you were following
the float, when you heard the loud bang of the shot,
then you saw the tire blow. You looked around but you
didn’t see anything unusual,” I heard CC read back
over her notes to the group of kids she and Ziggy were
interviewing.
“Detectives. Detectives,” a young Police Explorer
came running out of breath over to Cees and Ziggy, he
held up a small piece of black leather, it seemed to
have some shiny bits on it. OH, FUCK! MY BRA! “The
Chief wants you to wrap up the investigation. It
seems that the float ran over this,” he held up my
bra, “uh…uh…”
“Bra,” CC stated for him.
“Uh, yeah the float ran over this bra, and the spikes
in it blew the tire,” the kid finished.
Ziggy erupted into laughter.
I swear I saw steam coming out of CC’s ears. Time to
find a very safe hiding spot. So, now not only was I
in big trouble for disobeying Cees, my bra had sparked
a major police investigation, halted the parade and I
don’t think she would be terribly pleased that I was
wandering around topless in front of her colleagues.
I moved cautiously with small crowds of onlookers
behind the police tape, eventually I spotted Alton and
Mitch sitting on the bumper of an ambulance. I
discreetly ducked under the tape and made my way
towards them. I had to stop and duck behind the open
passenger door of the ambulance when I saw CC’s boss,
Chief Brokowski, walking past talking into his radio.
I crouched behind the door, and heard Brokowski’s
voice boom from the radio, “False alarm, let’s get
this area cleaned up and the parade moving again.
Young, what’s the status at the Mz. Rainbow Pride
Float,” no answer. Brokowski’s voice bellowed again,
“Young, give me a status!”
“Chief, a fight just broke out, we need back-up here
quick,” I heard Mary Young’s voice answer back.
“Attention all available officers, report to the Mz.
Rainbow Pride Float,” a dispatcher called out.
I tried to signal Alton and Mitch, “Psst,” I
whispered. Nothing, they just continued their
conversation.
“This has to be tied to the break-in, it just can’t be
a coincidence that in the same month The Center was
broken into, someone fires a gun and flattens the tire
on The Center’s float,” I could hear Mitchel
hypothesizing.
“Do you think?” Alton questioned, “Zig said it was
just a random act.”
“Yeah, a random act, until this happened,” Mitch
replied.
“PSST!” I again tried to signal the guys. Still no
response.
“I bet there must be some link to the Ms. Rainbow
Pride Pageant or Zig wouldn’t have told us to stay
away from there,” Mitch continued.
“Maybe, Zig did seem a little concerned when we ran
into Zsa Zsa, and she said she had entered the
pageant,” Alt seemed to be thinking out loud, “and it
seemed really weird that we didn’t know Kyle had come
home to compete.”
What, I didn’t know Kyle was home. Fuck, if he was
over at the float, he could be in danger, “PSST!
Alton!” I tried again.
Alton got up off the bumper and came over to me, “Lav,
what are you doing here?”
Mitchel peeked his head over Alton’s shoulder, and let
out a little giggle, “um, Lav, I don’t think CC would
appreciate you being topless over here,” he commented.
“Mitch, keep it down, CC’ll kick my ass, if she knows
I am over here,” I replied.
“So, why are you here?” Alton asked.
“I lost my bra. I came looking for it,” I responded,
“Hey, Alt, lend me your shirt?”
Alton made a face, “Yeah, I guess,” he responded,
while he reluctantly took off his shirt.
I took the shirt, pulled it over my head and tied the
bottom corner into a knot, so it shortened the T to
display my navel, “Did you say that Kyle entered the
Mz. Rainbow Pride Pageant?” I asked.
“Yeah, why?” Mitch questioned in response.
“I just heard someone request back-up to the Float,
come on, we better go make sure Kyle is okay,” I said
pulling Alton and Mitch away from the ambulance and
back onto the parade route.
TBC
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Cowboy Drabble
“CRAP!!!” Vaughn yelled stepping in a pile of horseshit and sliding across the drive.
Zane came bolting out the screen door.
"I'm fine," Vaughn’s new $200 Diesel jeans were ripped and covered in manure.
Zane raised the jeans to check Vaughn's leg; it was only scratched. Zane noticed he didn’t recognize the jeans Vaughn was wearing, rolling the pant leg down he gave Vaughn a stern look, “Where did those jeans come from?”
“Ummm,” Vaughn realized his new jeans were ruined and would soon be around his ankles, with Zane’s hand showing what happens to cowboys who overspend at Nordys.
Zane came bolting out the screen door.
"I'm fine," Vaughn’s new $200 Diesel jeans were ripped and covered in manure.
Zane raised the jeans to check Vaughn's leg; it was only scratched. Zane noticed he didn’t recognize the jeans Vaughn was wearing, rolling the pant leg down he gave Vaughn a stern look, “Where did those jeans come from?”
“Ummm,” Vaughn realized his new jeans were ruined and would soon be around his ankles, with Zane’s hand showing what happens to cowboys who overspend at Nordys.
Monday, July 23, 2007
The Rainbow Pride Mystery 3/7
Title: The Rainbow Pride Mystery 3/7
Author: Tarabeth
Pairing: Ziggy/Alton and introducing Zsa Zsa
Warnings: a little blood...
Thank you, dear Nicole, for helping with pronouns...if
they are confusing it is my fault.
Ziggy – 9:40 am – Sunday
“Can I help you?” The handsome young barista asked.
“Yeah, I’ll have a vente, iced tea, black,
unsweetened; a vente, iced, latte; a grande, non-fat,
no whip, mocha; and,” I looked over to Alton. He was
still staring at the menu his face slightly contorted
with a look of utter indecision. This was our
routine; Alton had to agonize over his options, every
morning, until he ultimately ALWAYS ordered a tall,
soy, no whip, hot chocolate. “Alt, do you know what
you want?” I asked.
“I can’t decide. The orange crème frappachino looks
really good,” he said, his face still showing his
indecisiveness, “or maybe a passion iced tea.”
“What about a hot chocolate?” I offered.
“Oh, that sounds perfect,” he said giving me his sweet
smile, as if he had never considered the possibility.
“And a tall, soy, no whip, hot chocolate,” I said,
looking to Alton for confirmation. He nodded. I paid
and we moved over to the pick-up counter to wait for
our drinks.
“AL-TON,” I heard a high-pitched shriek, coming from
behind us. Zsa Zsa Galore, or as his mother knows
him, Kyle, ran up to Alton sweeping him off his feat
and into a spinning hug. This was no easy feet, as
Zsa was wearing six-inch platform, metallic fuchsia
sandals ornamented with rhinestone butterflies. The
heals of the sandals were made of stacked spears,
which reminded me of an anal toy that Alton had been
begging me buy. Zsa’s outfit consisted of a thinly
strapped bright pink, satin embroidered floral corset,
which displayed cleavage any woman would die for, a
matching stretch satin pencil skirt, and pink fish net
stockings. Zsa Zsa was sporting a beautiful blonde
pageboy wig along with a classic French manicure and
pedicure. A beautiful black pearl choker necklace
with a floral motif centerpiece, and matching
bracelet, earrings, and ring accented the outfit. The
ring was worn over soft pink opera length gloves.
I realize it is odd for a police detective to be aware
of such fashion detail, but you see Kyle is my little
brother, and just as he can recite police code with
the best officers on the beat, I pay strong attention
to the details of Zsa Zsa’s costumes.
Kyle set Alton back on his feet and pulled me into a
long held embrace. He kissed me on the cheek as I
asked, “What are you doing here? I thought you were
on tour.” Kyle is an acrobat and tumbler for a major
circus company; he keeps an apartment here, but is on
the road most of the year.
He pulled off one of his gloves and gently whipped his
lipstick imprint off of my cheek, “Our equipment had a
minor malfunction and has to be reworked. So, I am
off for a couple of weeks and I decided to come home
and capture the Mz. Rainbow Pride Crown,” he answered.
I turned to Alton, “Did you know he was coming home?”
It’s rare that Kye would show up unannounced. Alton
and I speak with him at least once or twice a week.
“No,” Alt replied, pulling Kyle into another embrace,
“but, I am happy she’s here.”
Kyle and Alton are both 26, and they have been best
friends since the 4th grade. For the majority of my
life, Alton Riggs was one of my little brother’s
snotty, troublesome friends. He was a constant
annoyance at our house, even after Kyle left to study
circus arts. I figured that Alton’s continued
presence at my parent’s house was because he missed
Kyle, and being with our family was a way to lessen
his loneliness; that is until he kissed me.
“You’re beautiful, Kye,” Alton said, as he glanced
over Kyle’s ensemble, “Did you make it?” He asked,
while running a finger across the intricate embroidery
of Zsa Zsa’s corset.
Kyle gently nodded, “Alton, baby, what the fuck are
you wearing?” Kyle gave a little flick to Alton’s
kilt. The sarcasm and disgusted tone of voice was
truly that of the embodiment of Zsa; Kyle would never
tease Alton that way.
I shot Kye a look of displeasure with his treatment of
my partner, but Alton let out a laugh, “It’s great
isn’t it. Mitch and I ordered them. He’ll be here in
a little while, but I doubt he has boxers on under
his,” Alton’s voice had now taken on a note of
displeasure.
“Darling, you’re not wearing panties under your skirt,
are you?” Kyle asked. “Didn’t I teach you better?”
Alton gave a little nod of his head in my direction,
causing Kye to let out his masculine laugh, “Oh, my
big brother is such a prude,” he said throwing his arm
around my shoulder.
I landed a light swat on Kye’s ass.
“Incest is not best, big brother! Keep your hands to
yourself,” Kyle responded while moving my hand away
from him and to my side.
I let out a soft chuckle, “God, I miss you kid,” I
said, quickly pulling Kye into a rough, brotherly
embrace.
“Watch the dress, Ziegfeld!” he said, quickly pushing
me away.
Kyle, Alton and the third member of their troupe of
cross dressing 10 year olds, Melvin Mitchel, knighted
me Sir Ziegfeld, during the time I served as the 13
year-old producer and protector of their follies. The
name was eventually shortened to Ziggy, and here I
stand 16 years later.
“Alton and I are meeting Colin and Mitch in a couple
of minutes to watch the parade, come join us,” I
offered an invitation to Kyle.
“Sorry, love, I will be on the Mz. Rainbow Pride Float
with the rest of the contestants. I have to run, or
those other queen’s will snag all the best spots,”
Kyle blew a kiss and quickly exited the shop.
I picked up our tray of drinks, Alton grabbed the rest
of our gear and we left to claim our seat along the
Parade route.
We were sitting on the sidewalk when CC and Lavender
pulled up in front of us on CC’s Harley. CC was
wearing slightly too tight black leather pants and a
white tank top. She obviously didn’t have a bra on,
as the thin material of her tank top fully displayed
all of her ample bosoms. Lavender was on the back of
the bike holding a small ice chest; she was wearing a
very short pair of jean shorts (they might be better
described as jean hot pants) and a spiky black leather
bra.
Lavender handed the cooler to Alton, and hopped off
the back of the bike. She wasted no time in peeking a
look under Alton’s kilt, and let out disapproving,
“Pthhht” when she discovered that his privates were
not public, “Hey, I thought you were going Keanu.”
Alton slightly stuttered, “Well, there are going to be
a lot of Ziggy’s colleagues around, so, uh, I thought
it was probably better to cover up,” he answered while
looking at the ground and swaying slightly. I took
his hand and gave him a gentle and reassuring squeeze.
“Big deal, a lot of my coworkers are around, and you
won’t see me covering up,” Lavender replied with
giggle. Lavender works as a topless go-go dancer at
Klon’s Dyke Bar.
***** ***** ***** ***** *****
***** ***** ***** *****
10:45 am – Sunday
Colin and I sat back down on the sidewalk, after
waving goodbye to our partners. I could see the Mz.
Rainbow Pride Float coming down the street, “Kyle’s
home,” I told Colin.
“Well, where is he? Did he bring Serge?” Colin asked.
Crap, I hadn’t even thought to ask about Serge?
“It was kind of a surprise, actually,” I replied, “Alt
and I ran into him in Starbucks. He was in a rush to
get to the Mz. Rainbow Pride Float.”
“A surprise, I thought you two were close? And you
just ran into her in Starbucks. She had to have known
she was coming home if she entered the Pageant. They
had the evening gown competition last weekend.”
I started to reply, when my radio beeped and I heard
Brokowski’s voice, “Shots have been fired at The
Center’s float.”
My heart skipped several beats, as a picture of
Alton’s bloody body flashed before my eyes. I could
see that Colin was having similar thoughts.
I placed a hand on Colin’s shoulder, “Colin, you have
to stay here. I’ll make sure Mitch is okay, but I
can’t have you rushing into a crime scene. It isn’t
safe. I will have him call you. I promise.”
“Zig, I can’t just sit here,” he pleaded.
“Colin, I have got to go. Will you please go make
sure Kyle is safe? I will call you as soon as I can,”
I called out to him as I began to jog towards to The
Center’s float.
I arrived at the float, pulled my badge from my back
pocket, and flashed it to the officers on the scene.
I glanced around and saw Alton and Mitch leaning over
a young man, who was lying on the ground with a trail
of blood flowing from his head.
TBC
Author: Tarabeth
Pairing: Ziggy/Alton and introducing Zsa Zsa
Warnings: a little blood...
Thank you, dear Nicole, for helping with pronouns...if
they are confusing it is my fault.
Ziggy – 9:40 am – Sunday
“Can I help you?” The handsome young barista asked.
“Yeah, I’ll have a vente, iced tea, black,
unsweetened; a vente, iced, latte; a grande, non-fat,
no whip, mocha; and,” I looked over to Alton. He was
still staring at the menu his face slightly contorted
with a look of utter indecision. This was our
routine; Alton had to agonize over his options, every
morning, until he ultimately ALWAYS ordered a tall,
soy, no whip, hot chocolate. “Alt, do you know what
you want?” I asked.
“I can’t decide. The orange crème frappachino looks
really good,” he said, his face still showing his
indecisiveness, “or maybe a passion iced tea.”
“What about a hot chocolate?” I offered.
“Oh, that sounds perfect,” he said giving me his sweet
smile, as if he had never considered the possibility.
“And a tall, soy, no whip, hot chocolate,” I said,
looking to Alton for confirmation. He nodded. I paid
and we moved over to the pick-up counter to wait for
our drinks.
“AL-TON,” I heard a high-pitched shriek, coming from
behind us. Zsa Zsa Galore, or as his mother knows
him, Kyle, ran up to Alton sweeping him off his feat
and into a spinning hug. This was no easy feet, as
Zsa was wearing six-inch platform, metallic fuchsia
sandals ornamented with rhinestone butterflies. The
heals of the sandals were made of stacked spears,
which reminded me of an anal toy that Alton had been
begging me buy. Zsa’s outfit consisted of a thinly
strapped bright pink, satin embroidered floral corset,
which displayed cleavage any woman would die for, a
matching stretch satin pencil skirt, and pink fish net
stockings. Zsa Zsa was sporting a beautiful blonde
pageboy wig along with a classic French manicure and
pedicure. A beautiful black pearl choker necklace
with a floral motif centerpiece, and matching
bracelet, earrings, and ring accented the outfit. The
ring was worn over soft pink opera length gloves.
I realize it is odd for a police detective to be aware
of such fashion detail, but you see Kyle is my little
brother, and just as he can recite police code with
the best officers on the beat, I pay strong attention
to the details of Zsa Zsa’s costumes.
Kyle set Alton back on his feet and pulled me into a
long held embrace. He kissed me on the cheek as I
asked, “What are you doing here? I thought you were
on tour.” Kyle is an acrobat and tumbler for a major
circus company; he keeps an apartment here, but is on
the road most of the year.
He pulled off one of his gloves and gently whipped his
lipstick imprint off of my cheek, “Our equipment had a
minor malfunction and has to be reworked. So, I am
off for a couple of weeks and I decided to come home
and capture the Mz. Rainbow Pride Crown,” he answered.
I turned to Alton, “Did you know he was coming home?”
It’s rare that Kye would show up unannounced. Alton
and I speak with him at least once or twice a week.
“No,” Alt replied, pulling Kyle into another embrace,
“but, I am happy she’s here.”
Kyle and Alton are both 26, and they have been best
friends since the 4th grade. For the majority of my
life, Alton Riggs was one of my little brother’s
snotty, troublesome friends. He was a constant
annoyance at our house, even after Kyle left to study
circus arts. I figured that Alton’s continued
presence at my parent’s house was because he missed
Kyle, and being with our family was a way to lessen
his loneliness; that is until he kissed me.
“You’re beautiful, Kye,” Alton said, as he glanced
over Kyle’s ensemble, “Did you make it?” He asked,
while running a finger across the intricate embroidery
of Zsa Zsa’s corset.
Kyle gently nodded, “Alton, baby, what the fuck are
you wearing?” Kyle gave a little flick to Alton’s
kilt. The sarcasm and disgusted tone of voice was
truly that of the embodiment of Zsa; Kyle would never
tease Alton that way.
I shot Kye a look of displeasure with his treatment of
my partner, but Alton let out a laugh, “It’s great
isn’t it. Mitch and I ordered them. He’ll be here in
a little while, but I doubt he has boxers on under
his,” Alton’s voice had now taken on a note of
displeasure.
“Darling, you’re not wearing panties under your skirt,
are you?” Kyle asked. “Didn’t I teach you better?”
Alton gave a little nod of his head in my direction,
causing Kye to let out his masculine laugh, “Oh, my
big brother is such a prude,” he said throwing his arm
around my shoulder.
I landed a light swat on Kye’s ass.
“Incest is not best, big brother! Keep your hands to
yourself,” Kyle responded while moving my hand away
from him and to my side.
I let out a soft chuckle, “God, I miss you kid,” I
said, quickly pulling Kye into a rough, brotherly
embrace.
“Watch the dress, Ziegfeld!” he said, quickly pushing
me away.
Kyle, Alton and the third member of their troupe of
cross dressing 10 year olds, Melvin Mitchel, knighted
me Sir Ziegfeld, during the time I served as the 13
year-old producer and protector of their follies. The
name was eventually shortened to Ziggy, and here I
stand 16 years later.
“Alton and I are meeting Colin and Mitch in a couple
of minutes to watch the parade, come join us,” I
offered an invitation to Kyle.
“Sorry, love, I will be on the Mz. Rainbow Pride Float
with the rest of the contestants. I have to run, or
those other queen’s will snag all the best spots,”
Kyle blew a kiss and quickly exited the shop.
I picked up our tray of drinks, Alton grabbed the rest
of our gear and we left to claim our seat along the
Parade route.
We were sitting on the sidewalk when CC and Lavender
pulled up in front of us on CC’s Harley. CC was
wearing slightly too tight black leather pants and a
white tank top. She obviously didn’t have a bra on,
as the thin material of her tank top fully displayed
all of her ample bosoms. Lavender was on the back of
the bike holding a small ice chest; she was wearing a
very short pair of jean shorts (they might be better
described as jean hot pants) and a spiky black leather
bra.
Lavender handed the cooler to Alton, and hopped off
the back of the bike. She wasted no time in peeking a
look under Alton’s kilt, and let out disapproving,
“Pthhht” when she discovered that his privates were
not public, “Hey, I thought you were going Keanu.”
Alton slightly stuttered, “Well, there are going to be
a lot of Ziggy’s colleagues around, so, uh, I thought
it was probably better to cover up,” he answered while
looking at the ground and swaying slightly. I took
his hand and gave him a gentle and reassuring squeeze.
“Big deal, a lot of my coworkers are around, and you
won’t see me covering up,” Lavender replied with
giggle. Lavender works as a topless go-go dancer at
Klon’s Dyke Bar.
***** ***** ***** ***** *****
***** ***** ***** *****
10:45 am – Sunday
Colin and I sat back down on the sidewalk, after
waving goodbye to our partners. I could see the Mz.
Rainbow Pride Float coming down the street, “Kyle’s
home,” I told Colin.
“Well, where is he? Did he bring Serge?” Colin asked.
Crap, I hadn’t even thought to ask about Serge?
“It was kind of a surprise, actually,” I replied, “Alt
and I ran into him in Starbucks. He was in a rush to
get to the Mz. Rainbow Pride Float.”
“A surprise, I thought you two were close? And you
just ran into her in Starbucks. She had to have known
she was coming home if she entered the Pageant. They
had the evening gown competition last weekend.”
I started to reply, when my radio beeped and I heard
Brokowski’s voice, “Shots have been fired at The
Center’s float.”
My heart skipped several beats, as a picture of
Alton’s bloody body flashed before my eyes. I could
see that Colin was having similar thoughts.
I placed a hand on Colin’s shoulder, “Colin, you have
to stay here. I’ll make sure Mitch is okay, but I
can’t have you rushing into a crime scene. It isn’t
safe. I will have him call you. I promise.”
“Zig, I can’t just sit here,” he pleaded.
“Colin, I have got to go. Will you please go make
sure Kyle is safe? I will call you as soon as I can,”
I called out to him as I began to jog towards to The
Center’s float.
I arrived at the float, pulled my badge from my back
pocket, and flashed it to the officers on the scene.
I glanced around and saw Alton and Mitch leaning over
a young man, who was lying on the ground with a trail
of blood flowing from his head.
TBC
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
The Rainbow Pride Mystery 2/7
Alton – 10:30 pm – Saturday
We had only been home from Colin and Mitchel’s for about 20 minutes. Ziggy went out to feed the rabbits and put them in for the night, and I went upstairs to prepare my outfit for the parade. Mitch and I purchased utilikilts for the occasion. Mitch had decided to wear his kilt, Dr. Martins, pride beads and nothing else. I had decided to be a bit more sensible. I was wearing my kilt, grey “The only Bush I trust is my own” t-shirt, and my black high-top Chuck Taylor’s.
Ziggy entered the bedroom, removing his shirt and toeing off his shoes. Mmmm. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said. “Do you want to join me?”
“Mmmhmmm,” I replied with a nod, while I quickly rid myself of my clothes.
I started the shower, adjusting it to a mild warm; I didn’t want it too hot. I was planning on our generating a lot of our own heat. Divested of his clothes, Ziggy came into the bathroom and began to massage my shoulders as I continued to adjust the water temperature.
Once I had the temperature appropriately adjusted I took Ziggy by the hand and we both stepped into the shower. I pulled him to me for a long tongue-exploring kiss, which left me breathless. I really wish it had done the same for Ziggy. “That was nice Alt, but I’m exhausted, in the morning I promise,” he said with a kiss.
“Hmph,” I replied, “Then why did you ask me to join you?” I said, returning his kiss with a bite.
“Owe!” Ziggy exclaimed and applied a firm hand to my bottom. “That was completely unnecessary. I thought it would be nice to shower with you before we went to bed. I haven’t seen a lot of you this week.”
“Well, say that next time,” I mumbled.
He lifted my chin, so that our eyes met, “Hey, I’m sorry. I’ve missed you this week, I didn’t mean to lead you on, I just wanted to be with you for a little while.”
“Yeah, me too,” I replied. Ziggy poured some shampoo into his hands and then began to massage it into my scalp.
I let out a long sigh. “Forgiven?” He asked.
“Mmmmhmmm.”
We were both quiet; I grabbed the soap and lathered his back and then myself, before I handed him the soap. I rinsed off. He began to talk while he washed, “The Chief is a little worried that there could be problems at the parade tomorrow, so he has put everyone not scheduled to work the event, on call.”
I ran my head under the shower nozzle, rinsed my hair, turned off the water and got out of the shower. I quickly toweled off and went into the bedroom to put pajamas on. I will admit I was in a bit of a huff I had planned on not wearing pajamas this evening.
Ziggy came out of the bathroom toweling his hair, “Hey, where’s the fire?” He asked.
“I’m just tired, so let’s go to bed,” I answered with a bit of annoyance while, very enthusiastically fluffing my pillow.
Ziggy sat on the bed and pulled me into an embrace, “Alton, are you angry because I’m on call tomorrow?”
“Hmff. What would give you that idea? It’s not like I was looking forward to spending the day with you or anything,” I replied, in a sarcastic tone. “It was Brokowski, wasn’t it? I hate him; he always schedules you or puts you on call when we have plans. He is such an ass.”
He lightly placed his hand on my cheek and turned my face, so that my eyes met his. “Yes, it was Chief Brokowski, but did you listen when I said he put everyone on call, this isn’t about me.” I lowered my head and broke our eye contact. “The break-in at The Center has the Mayor on edge, the department just wants to make sure that there aren’t any incidents at the Parade or Festival.”
“I thought you said this was just a random event.”
“Yeah, it probably is, but we can’t go off of that assumption so close to Pride, the department is going all out to make sure that they protect the community and have a safe and uneventful weekend. Brokowski just scheduled us as a precaution, I’m sure I won’t even be needed.”
“Brokowski is in charge of The Center break-in?” I asked, with a bit of outrage.
Ziggy nodded.
I sat up and got off the bed, deciding to finish preparing my outfit for tomorrow, “What kind of idiot would assign him to oversee the case, he’s probably sorry they didn’t torch the place.”
Zig sat up straight on the bed and raised his voice, so that it commanded my attention, “Alton! That’s enough of that talk. He may be on the conservative side, but he is my superior, a good cop, and he will handle this investigation accurately and professionally.”
“Yeah, sure,” I mumbled. I threw my socks and belt on top of tomorrow’s outfit, set my shoes down by the chair holding the kilt and t-shirt, and crawled back into bed. The phone rang as I gave my pillow another aggressive fluff (with my fist).
“Hello,” Ziggy answered. “Hi, CC…Yeah, I’ll ask him. Alt, CC wants to know if she can barrow your boa to wear tomorrow.”
“I lent it to one of the kids from The Center.” I replied. I pulled the pillow over my head. I was a little pissed he had answered the phone instead of reassuring me that everything would be fine tomorrow.
“Cees, he lent to one of his kids…Yeah, we’re meeting Colin and Mitch at 9:30 at Starbucks…Uhha, were going to head out about a quarter to nine to set up our chairs…No problem, of course you can drop your cooler off with us during the Parade…You and Lav are doing what?” I peeked my head out from under the pillow. “Oh, really…ah, in honor of Alt and Mitch,” Ziggy gave me a bit of a concerned look. “Hmm, that’s interesting…I hadn’t heard that…Yes, I know about Scotsmen…Tradition, yes…breezy,” he let out a laugh, as he shot me another odd look. “Okay, bye Cees, see you in the morning…Give Lav a kiss for me.” Ziggy hung up the phone and then turned to me asking, “Where are your shorts?”
“What?” I replied.
“Where are your under shorts?” He clarified.
“In the dresser drawer, where they always are,” I gave an exhausted reply.
Ziggy went over to the dresser and removed a pair of my underwear. “Alton, you have laid out all your clothes for tomorrow, but I am a little concerned that there are no under shorts with your outfit,” he said waving my shorts at me.
“That’s because I’m not wearing any.”
“Excuse me?” He asked. “My colleagues are going to be all over the place tomorrow, I don’t really want any of them checking out your jewels.”
“Oh well, you’ll just have to tell them to keep their eyes above my waist, because I’ll be freeballing tomorrow,” I replied.
“Would you like to alter that statement?”
“No.”
I quickly found myself bare assed and over Ziggy’s lap. “I’ll ask you again, ‘Would you like to alter that statement?’”
My brain had not fully registered the trouble I had so quickly started, “Nnn.” I never got the ‘o’ out before the first stinging swat landed.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
8:30 am – Sunday
I pulled my softest pair of cotton boxers on underneath my kilt. Last night, Ziggy had strongly voiced his opinion about the required attire to be worn under my kilt with his voice and hand. Honestly, I had always planned on wearing shorts…I’m not quite as daring as Mitchel…but, alas my brain and mouth were operating on different wave lengths last night…and my poor bottom paid the price.
Ziggy came over and ran his hand up my kilt and softly over my boxers, “Ready to go?”
I gave him a quick peck, “Yeah, I just have to get my gun.”
TBC
We had only been home from Colin and Mitchel’s for about 20 minutes. Ziggy went out to feed the rabbits and put them in for the night, and I went upstairs to prepare my outfit for the parade. Mitch and I purchased utilikilts for the occasion. Mitch had decided to wear his kilt, Dr. Martins, pride beads and nothing else. I had decided to be a bit more sensible. I was wearing my kilt, grey “The only Bush I trust is my own” t-shirt, and my black high-top Chuck Taylor’s.
Ziggy entered the bedroom, removing his shirt and toeing off his shoes. Mmmm. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said. “Do you want to join me?”
“Mmmhmmm,” I replied with a nod, while I quickly rid myself of my clothes.
I started the shower, adjusting it to a mild warm; I didn’t want it too hot. I was planning on our generating a lot of our own heat. Divested of his clothes, Ziggy came into the bathroom and began to massage my shoulders as I continued to adjust the water temperature.
Once I had the temperature appropriately adjusted I took Ziggy by the hand and we both stepped into the shower. I pulled him to me for a long tongue-exploring kiss, which left me breathless. I really wish it had done the same for Ziggy. “That was nice Alt, but I’m exhausted, in the morning I promise,” he said with a kiss.
“Hmph,” I replied, “Then why did you ask me to join you?” I said, returning his kiss with a bite.
“Owe!” Ziggy exclaimed and applied a firm hand to my bottom. “That was completely unnecessary. I thought it would be nice to shower with you before we went to bed. I haven’t seen a lot of you this week.”
“Well, say that next time,” I mumbled.
He lifted my chin, so that our eyes met, “Hey, I’m sorry. I’ve missed you this week, I didn’t mean to lead you on, I just wanted to be with you for a little while.”
“Yeah, me too,” I replied. Ziggy poured some shampoo into his hands and then began to massage it into my scalp.
I let out a long sigh. “Forgiven?” He asked.
“Mmmmhmmm.”
We were both quiet; I grabbed the soap and lathered his back and then myself, before I handed him the soap. I rinsed off. He began to talk while he washed, “The Chief is a little worried that there could be problems at the parade tomorrow, so he has put everyone not scheduled to work the event, on call.”
I ran my head under the shower nozzle, rinsed my hair, turned off the water and got out of the shower. I quickly toweled off and went into the bedroom to put pajamas on. I will admit I was in a bit of a huff I had planned on not wearing pajamas this evening.
Ziggy came out of the bathroom toweling his hair, “Hey, where’s the fire?” He asked.
“I’m just tired, so let’s go to bed,” I answered with a bit of annoyance while, very enthusiastically fluffing my pillow.
Ziggy sat on the bed and pulled me into an embrace, “Alton, are you angry because I’m on call tomorrow?”
“Hmff. What would give you that idea? It’s not like I was looking forward to spending the day with you or anything,” I replied, in a sarcastic tone. “It was Brokowski, wasn’t it? I hate him; he always schedules you or puts you on call when we have plans. He is such an ass.”
He lightly placed his hand on my cheek and turned my face, so that my eyes met his. “Yes, it was Chief Brokowski, but did you listen when I said he put everyone on call, this isn’t about me.” I lowered my head and broke our eye contact. “The break-in at The Center has the Mayor on edge, the department just wants to make sure that there aren’t any incidents at the Parade or Festival.”
“I thought you said this was just a random event.”
“Yeah, it probably is, but we can’t go off of that assumption so close to Pride, the department is going all out to make sure that they protect the community and have a safe and uneventful weekend. Brokowski just scheduled us as a precaution, I’m sure I won’t even be needed.”
“Brokowski is in charge of The Center break-in?” I asked, with a bit of outrage.
Ziggy nodded.
I sat up and got off the bed, deciding to finish preparing my outfit for tomorrow, “What kind of idiot would assign him to oversee the case, he’s probably sorry they didn’t torch the place.”
Zig sat up straight on the bed and raised his voice, so that it commanded my attention, “Alton! That’s enough of that talk. He may be on the conservative side, but he is my superior, a good cop, and he will handle this investigation accurately and professionally.”
“Yeah, sure,” I mumbled. I threw my socks and belt on top of tomorrow’s outfit, set my shoes down by the chair holding the kilt and t-shirt, and crawled back into bed. The phone rang as I gave my pillow another aggressive fluff (with my fist).
“Hello,” Ziggy answered. “Hi, CC…Yeah, I’ll ask him. Alt, CC wants to know if she can barrow your boa to wear tomorrow.”
“I lent it to one of the kids from The Center.” I replied. I pulled the pillow over my head. I was a little pissed he had answered the phone instead of reassuring me that everything would be fine tomorrow.
“Cees, he lent to one of his kids…Yeah, we’re meeting Colin and Mitch at 9:30 at Starbucks…Uhha, were going to head out about a quarter to nine to set up our chairs…No problem, of course you can drop your cooler off with us during the Parade…You and Lav are doing what?” I peeked my head out from under the pillow. “Oh, really…ah, in honor of Alt and Mitch,” Ziggy gave me a bit of a concerned look. “Hmm, that’s interesting…I hadn’t heard that…Yes, I know about Scotsmen…Tradition, yes…breezy,” he let out a laugh, as he shot me another odd look. “Okay, bye Cees, see you in the morning…Give Lav a kiss for me.” Ziggy hung up the phone and then turned to me asking, “Where are your shorts?”
“What?” I replied.
“Where are your under shorts?” He clarified.
“In the dresser drawer, where they always are,” I gave an exhausted reply.
Ziggy went over to the dresser and removed a pair of my underwear. “Alton, you have laid out all your clothes for tomorrow, but I am a little concerned that there are no under shorts with your outfit,” he said waving my shorts at me.
“That’s because I’m not wearing any.”
“Excuse me?” He asked. “My colleagues are going to be all over the place tomorrow, I don’t really want any of them checking out your jewels.”
“Oh well, you’ll just have to tell them to keep their eyes above my waist, because I’ll be freeballing tomorrow,” I replied.
“Would you like to alter that statement?”
“No.”
I quickly found myself bare assed and over Ziggy’s lap. “I’ll ask you again, ‘Would you like to alter that statement?’”
My brain had not fully registered the trouble I had so quickly started, “Nnn.” I never got the ‘o’ out before the first stinging swat landed.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
8:30 am – Sunday
I pulled my softest pair of cotton boxers on underneath my kilt. Last night, Ziggy had strongly voiced his opinion about the required attire to be worn under my kilt with his voice and hand. Honestly, I had always planned on wearing shorts…I’m not quite as daring as Mitchel…but, alas my brain and mouth were operating on different wave lengths last night…and my poor bottom paid the price.
Ziggy came over and ran his hand up my kilt and softly over my boxers, “Ready to go?”
I gave him a quick peck, “Yeah, I just have to get my gun.”
TBC
The Rainbow Pride Mystery 1/7
The idea for the Kilt came from a Tarn Swan Diary entry. Although, I think Miss Twinkles, wreaked a bit more havoc than Mitchel or Alton.
Title: The Rainbow Pride Mystery
Author: Tarabeth
Pairing: Colin/Mitchel and Ziggy/Alton
Colin – 8:30 pm – Saturday
Ziggy and I were sitting at the kitchen counter eating chubby hubby ice cream. We were thoroughly entertained by the gasps and giggles coming from the lounge. Mitchel had recently purchased Seasons One and Two of the Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries. He and Alton had been slumped on the couch for the past 5 hours watching the first season.
“Have you heard anything more about the break-in at the center?” I asked Ziggy. Ziggy was a detective on the local police force and he had been assigned to cover the recent break-in at the local Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, and Transgender Community Center.
“Nope,” he replied, “from what we can tell, it looks like it may have been a pretty random event.”
The ice cream container was taken from my hand, while I was mid scoop. “Are you talking about the break-in?” Mitch asked.
“Good luck getting anything out of him,” Alton whined, “something about not talking about an open case…blah…blah…blah.”
Ziggy smiled, “Alton, I will be happy to fill you in on all the details, when they are made available to the public. I have told you that.”
“Good job, it is being married to a detective, when he won’t even share any of the juicy details of the hottest story to hit the community in months.” Alton said to Mitch, as they absconded with the ice cream, leaving Zig and I holding our empty spoons.
9:35 am – Sunday
I glanced down at my watch, 9:35, we were so late. “Mitchel! We were supposed to meet Alton and Ziggy downtown 5 minutes ago.” I felt my cell phone buzz, “Hi Zig. Yes, his highness is still primping. I know were late. Are you saving us a space? What’s that noise? No, they’re not the Women’s Motorcycle Contingent anymore. They went back to Dykes on Bikes. Yeah, I’ll go drag him from the bathroom right now. Oh, that would be great. I’ll have a vente, iced latte…Mitch will have a tall, DECAF, non-fat, mocha with whip.”
“I’m ready, and I want a grande, CAFFINATED, non-fat, no-whip mocha.” I tilted my head and pursed my lips at him. “Please?” he asked with a little smile.
“Did you catch that?” I asked. “Great. No were walking. We should see you in about 20-25 minutes. Yeah, all right. Bye.” I looked Mitchel over, what I striking man. He was wearing a khaki utilikilt, his 14-eye black Dr. Martens, his rainbow beads around his neck, and I was a little concerned, nothing else. Argh, he is sexy. The kilt rested low on his hips, amply displaying his firm stomach, and lovely navel. He waxed his chest, but left the soft trail of hair that led from his belly button down to his cock, because he knew how it turned me on. The hem of the kilt fell to just below his knees and eloquently showed of his sculpted calves. “Mitchel, lift your kilt.” I instructed.
“Oh, you are a horny bastard. I thought we were late.” He said with a cheeky grin moving over to me for a kiss.
“Just making sure that you are not planning on attending the parade, commando.” I replied. “Show me, please.”
Mitch gave a little huff and bared his full glory for me. As, I thought. I tossed a pair of black, cotton, boxer briefs at him. “Put them on please.”
“Colin.” He whined, drawing out each syllable. “It is a kilt, you’re supposed to go sans underpants, that’s the whole point, it’s tradition.”
“Mitchel, you are half Japanese and half Mexican, and wearing a utilikilt to the Gay Pride Parade, I think it will be fine if you break with tradition and put your boxers on.”
“I bet Alton won’t be wearing any underpants.” He mumbled under his breath. He and Alton had ordered the kilts, just for today.
“That’s fine, Alton isn’t my partner, you are. And you will be wearing underpants under your kilt.” I kissed him on the forehead, took the briefs back from him, and held them out so he could step into them.
I watched as Mitchel loaded his cargo pockets with sunscreen, chapstick, his wallet, keys, cell phone and bubbles. He then retrieved his bubble gun from the hall closet and secured it to his kilt. “Are you ready, lover?” I asked.
“As ever.” He replied and we were off.
**** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** ****
We arrived at the parade just a few minutes late, but had missed CC and Lavender on CC’s new bike. I was disappointed; until Alton shared that the girls had decided to ride topless this year. Although it might have been interesting to see, CC and her watermelon sized breasts and Lavender, flat as a pancake, or maybe I should say, flat as two pancakes. Such an interesting pair they are Lavender, tall and lean, CC short and squat. I would never have pictured them, until I actually saw how well they fit together.
Mitchel gave me a dirty look as I reflected on CC and Lavenders breasts; I don’t think he liked the idea that I was fine with the lesbians being topless, when he wanted to be bottomless. I reminded him that he was topless, and that was all the exhibitionism I was allowing.
Mitchel and I were grateful for our coffees and even more thankful for our fabulous curbside seats. I gave Ziggy a quick kiss. “Sorry, it took a little longer than I thought.” I said.
“Underpants?” Ziggy asked.
I nodded. “You too?” I asked.
“We had our discussion last night.” He said rolling his eyes towards Alton. Mitch and Alton both had their bubble guns going at full blast, decorating the parade participants with a steady stream of little soap bubbles.
The crowd roared as we all felt the thumping of music coming from the Boy Bar float, which was provocatively decorated with scantly clad, and naked go-go dancers. Zig and I laughed and watched as our partners ran into the street to join the traveling dancers.
Mitch and Alton returned a short time later, each baring several strings of Mardi Gras beads. I shot Mitchel a concerned look. “We only showed our tits.” He replied, as if reading my mind, giving a little tweak to his nipple. Alton seductively raised his shirt and blew Ziggy a kiss.
I pulled Mitchel down onto my lap, “Sit with me for a while.” I said. We sat together and watched for the next half hour and cheered, laughed and chatted with Ziggy and Alton as we watched the politicians, dance troupes, cheer leaders, softball league, PFAG, and a few other club floats roll by.
When the GLBTQ center contingent passed by Alton and Mitchel jumped up, kissing Zig and I, and gave a little a shout to let us know they would meet us at the festival. Mitch and Alton volunteered together at the center facilitating one of the youth groups. They had told their kids and co-facilitators that they would join them enroute. I watched as Mitchel moved up behind one of his friends, steeling his boa, Mitchel wrapped the boa around both of them and danced to the booming music coming from the float. Watching Mitchel, I thought, there are few things in life as good as watching happiness emanate from a loved one.
Alton and Mitchel had only been gone for a few minutes. When Ziggy’s radio when off. Ziggy was on call, during the Parade and Festival. His superiors had told him they would call him if he were needed.
I went pale as I heard the announcement from Zig’s radio, “Shots had been fired at the Center’s float.”
TBC
Title: The Rainbow Pride Mystery
Author: Tarabeth
Pairing: Colin/Mitchel and Ziggy/Alton
Colin – 8:30 pm – Saturday
Ziggy and I were sitting at the kitchen counter eating chubby hubby ice cream. We were thoroughly entertained by the gasps and giggles coming from the lounge. Mitchel had recently purchased Seasons One and Two of the Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries. He and Alton had been slumped on the couch for the past 5 hours watching the first season.
“Have you heard anything more about the break-in at the center?” I asked Ziggy. Ziggy was a detective on the local police force and he had been assigned to cover the recent break-in at the local Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, and Transgender Community Center.
“Nope,” he replied, “from what we can tell, it looks like it may have been a pretty random event.”
The ice cream container was taken from my hand, while I was mid scoop. “Are you talking about the break-in?” Mitch asked.
“Good luck getting anything out of him,” Alton whined, “something about not talking about an open case…blah…blah…blah.”
Ziggy smiled, “Alton, I will be happy to fill you in on all the details, when they are made available to the public. I have told you that.”
“Good job, it is being married to a detective, when he won’t even share any of the juicy details of the hottest story to hit the community in months.” Alton said to Mitch, as they absconded with the ice cream, leaving Zig and I holding our empty spoons.
9:35 am – Sunday
I glanced down at my watch, 9:35, we were so late. “Mitchel! We were supposed to meet Alton and Ziggy downtown 5 minutes ago.” I felt my cell phone buzz, “Hi Zig. Yes, his highness is still primping. I know were late. Are you saving us a space? What’s that noise? No, they’re not the Women’s Motorcycle Contingent anymore. They went back to Dykes on Bikes. Yeah, I’ll go drag him from the bathroom right now. Oh, that would be great. I’ll have a vente, iced latte…Mitch will have a tall, DECAF, non-fat, mocha with whip.”
“I’m ready, and I want a grande, CAFFINATED, non-fat, no-whip mocha.” I tilted my head and pursed my lips at him. “Please?” he asked with a little smile.
“Did you catch that?” I asked. “Great. No were walking. We should see you in about 20-25 minutes. Yeah, all right. Bye.” I looked Mitchel over, what I striking man. He was wearing a khaki utilikilt, his 14-eye black Dr. Martens, his rainbow beads around his neck, and I was a little concerned, nothing else. Argh, he is sexy. The kilt rested low on his hips, amply displaying his firm stomach, and lovely navel. He waxed his chest, but left the soft trail of hair that led from his belly button down to his cock, because he knew how it turned me on. The hem of the kilt fell to just below his knees and eloquently showed of his sculpted calves. “Mitchel, lift your kilt.” I instructed.
“Oh, you are a horny bastard. I thought we were late.” He said with a cheeky grin moving over to me for a kiss.
“Just making sure that you are not planning on attending the parade, commando.” I replied. “Show me, please.”
Mitch gave a little huff and bared his full glory for me. As, I thought. I tossed a pair of black, cotton, boxer briefs at him. “Put them on please.”
“Colin.” He whined, drawing out each syllable. “It is a kilt, you’re supposed to go sans underpants, that’s the whole point, it’s tradition.”
“Mitchel, you are half Japanese and half Mexican, and wearing a utilikilt to the Gay Pride Parade, I think it will be fine if you break with tradition and put your boxers on.”
“I bet Alton won’t be wearing any underpants.” He mumbled under his breath. He and Alton had ordered the kilts, just for today.
“That’s fine, Alton isn’t my partner, you are. And you will be wearing underpants under your kilt.” I kissed him on the forehead, took the briefs back from him, and held them out so he could step into them.
I watched as Mitchel loaded his cargo pockets with sunscreen, chapstick, his wallet, keys, cell phone and bubbles. He then retrieved his bubble gun from the hall closet and secured it to his kilt. “Are you ready, lover?” I asked.
“As ever.” He replied and we were off.
**** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** ****
We arrived at the parade just a few minutes late, but had missed CC and Lavender on CC’s new bike. I was disappointed; until Alton shared that the girls had decided to ride topless this year. Although it might have been interesting to see, CC and her watermelon sized breasts and Lavender, flat as a pancake, or maybe I should say, flat as two pancakes. Such an interesting pair they are Lavender, tall and lean, CC short and squat. I would never have pictured them, until I actually saw how well they fit together.
Mitchel gave me a dirty look as I reflected on CC and Lavenders breasts; I don’t think he liked the idea that I was fine with the lesbians being topless, when he wanted to be bottomless. I reminded him that he was topless, and that was all the exhibitionism I was allowing.
Mitchel and I were grateful for our coffees and even more thankful for our fabulous curbside seats. I gave Ziggy a quick kiss. “Sorry, it took a little longer than I thought.” I said.
“Underpants?” Ziggy asked.
I nodded. “You too?” I asked.
“We had our discussion last night.” He said rolling his eyes towards Alton. Mitch and Alton both had their bubble guns going at full blast, decorating the parade participants with a steady stream of little soap bubbles.
The crowd roared as we all felt the thumping of music coming from the Boy Bar float, which was provocatively decorated with scantly clad, and naked go-go dancers. Zig and I laughed and watched as our partners ran into the street to join the traveling dancers.
Mitch and Alton returned a short time later, each baring several strings of Mardi Gras beads. I shot Mitchel a concerned look. “We only showed our tits.” He replied, as if reading my mind, giving a little tweak to his nipple. Alton seductively raised his shirt and blew Ziggy a kiss.
I pulled Mitchel down onto my lap, “Sit with me for a while.” I said. We sat together and watched for the next half hour and cheered, laughed and chatted with Ziggy and Alton as we watched the politicians, dance troupes, cheer leaders, softball league, PFAG, and a few other club floats roll by.
When the GLBTQ center contingent passed by Alton and Mitchel jumped up, kissing Zig and I, and gave a little a shout to let us know they would meet us at the festival. Mitch and Alton volunteered together at the center facilitating one of the youth groups. They had told their kids and co-facilitators that they would join them enroute. I watched as Mitchel moved up behind one of his friends, steeling his boa, Mitchel wrapped the boa around both of them and danced to the booming music coming from the float. Watching Mitchel, I thought, there are few things in life as good as watching happiness emanate from a loved one.
Alton and Mitchel had only been gone for a few minutes. When Ziggy’s radio when off. Ziggy was on call, during the Parade and Festival. His superiors had told him they would call him if he were needed.
I went pale as I heard the announcement from Zig’s radio, “Shots had been fired at the Center’s float.”
TBC
Remember
Title: Remember
Author: Tarabeth
Pairing: Chris/Verge
I am the director of STDs, HIV and AIDS Programs for our county’s Health Department. My best friend Katie and I teach a class on GLBT Issues every Spring Semester at the local State University. Katie is the Director of Health Services at the local GLBT Center.
**** **** **** **** ***** ****
I was in the hallway packing for a presentation when I heard, “Hey, you.” I turned to see Katie standing beside me. Ah, my Katie, ever sporting her non-profit professional lesbian attire of big baggy jeans, a gray v-neck sweater over a white t-shirt, and her big clunky steel-toed Doc Martins.
“Hi, love. How are you feeling, and what brings you over to Public Health?” I asked, standing and leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.
“Much better. Thanks.” Katie answered. “I had a meeting with Breast and Cervical Health. We’re doing mobile mammograms at the center next week.” Why she needed to touch her breast at this statement, I am unsure, but she has the hilarious habit of touching whichever part of the body she happens to be discussing. “I was hoping you might have time for lunch.”
“Sorry, love. I have to cover a presentation over at Kennedy Elementary.” I said.
“Joy.” She replied, with the utter most sarcasm. “How’s Verge?” Her voice had changed to express sincere concern.
“He’s having a hard time. I’m sure he would love to see you. Are you coming to dinner at Syd’s tonight?” I asked.
“No, I have to go pick up Fred and George from the Vet’s, they got snipped today.”
I winced. “You know you could have a little more sympathy for the poor babies, they HAVE lost their manhood.” Fred and George are Katie’s new kittens. Admittedly they are quite adorable, two little identical orange tabbies, but they are starting to hamper her social life. I’m a little worried about her becoming an old cat lady.
“Ya, whatever.” She said with a smile. “You boys are way to attached to your testicles. They’ll be fine. They’re kittens, they won’t even miss ‘em.”
I shot her a dirty look. “Dyke.” I whispered under my breath.
“Could I come visit tomorrow?” She asked.
“That would be great. We don’t have anything planned.” Virgil really would enjoy her company. Katie’s spirit and humor were a delight to be around, even when she was suffering deep despair, she was still able to express warmness and ooze charisma around her loved ones. Verge and I were lucky to be a part of her circle.
“What are you presenting on at the elementary school?”
“The basic 5th grade stuff, wet dreams, periods, where babies come from.” I said as I continued to pack anatomy models and pamphlets.
She laughed and reached over to give me a hug. “I’ll let you get back to your packing.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and gave a little tug to her pants. She quickly moved her hands from around my shoulders to grab the waistband of her pants and keep them from falling down. “Hey!” she said as she looked around to see who might be looking.
Now it was my turn to laugh, “You either have to stop wearing pants that are three sizes too big or start wearing a belt.”
She stuck her tongue out at me. “They’re comfortable and highly fashionable.”
“Yeah, the height of fashion for 15 year old boys and 30 year old lesbians everywhere.” I said as she raised a finger to me and headed out of the office. I called after her, “Don’t over do it, this is your first week back after the pneumonia.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You sound just like Syd.” I heard her say as she exited the building.
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****
I got to the school about 20 minutes early, so I decided to go and sit in and observe one of my new staff members. I rounded the corner and heard the sounds of a terribly disruptive classroom.
“Is it true that when two guys do it, one of ‘em sticks his dick in the other guy’s butt?” I heard a young male voice ask.
“How do two girls do it?” A second young male voice asked.
“I think they just French kiss.” Young man number one answered.
“That’s not how they do it in my Dad’s videos.” A third young man chimed in.
I stepped into the classroom to see Molly looking terribly disheveled at the front of a classroom full of 25 ten-year-old boys and not a teacher in sight. I let out a sharp whistle, “Alright that is enough gentlemen. Heads down on desks. I want two minutes of silence.”
I walked up to Molly. She mouthed a thank you. I asked her to point out the rather obnoxious participants. She pointed out Ramón (Mr. Gay Sex), Johnny (Mr. Lesbian Sex), and Kyle (the porn watcher). I went and collected each of the offenders and quietly led them outside, signaling Molly to follow.
“So, young men, your behavior in there was completely inappropriate and disrespectful. Please apologize to Molly.”
A small chorus of sorrys rang out.
“Molly, you can finish your class, I will escort Misters Ramón, Kyle and Johnny to the Principle’s office.”
Molly returned to the classroom.
“All right gentlemen, single file, let’s go, march.”
After depositing my charges to the principle with an explanation of the charges against them. I had a very uneventful presentation, packed up and went back to the office.
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“Chris Robeson.” I answered.
“Hi, Babe.” Virgil said.
“Verge. What’s up?” I was a little surprised to hear from him. He was still overly anxious and scared, and for the last week had been choosing to express it as anger at me. Since he had gotten home, it had been rare for him to call me during the day. I missed the usual twice-daily calls I used to get. Depending on his mood they usually ranged from a sweet I love you to terribly dirty innuendos of what he hope we would do later that evening (I was especially missing those).
“I’m going to be a little late, I have to do a surgery at 6:00.” He said.
Surgery was not a regular part of Virgil’s duties as a Nurse Practioner at the local free clinic. So, I was a little taken aback by his need to be late. I took it more as his way to try and get around the fact that he was grounded than as a life or death situation. Verge knew that I rarely had a problem with him staying a little late if a patient really needed him. But, I sincerely felt he was trying to use this as an excuse to get around his punishment. “I don’t think so. You’re grounded.” I replied.
“Chris, it is surgery, I think it is a little more important than my being grounded.” And, that confirmed it for me. When Verge needed to work late, he always asked permission, apologized for any inconvenience, and most importantly talked about what his patient required.
“Can someone else do it?” I asked. There was silence on the other end of the phone. “Virgil, can someone else do it?” I repeated myself.
“Yes,” he answered, doing little to hide his anger.
“Okay, then I will see you at home at 6:15.”
“No, I agreed to do the surgery and I can’t back out.” Virgil stated very firmly.
“Virgil, if someone else is available to do the surgery, then you will ask them to cover for you. I expect you home at 6:15.” Again I was met by silence. “Virgil, do you understand?”
“Yes.” He spit out.
“Good, I will see you then. I love…” Virgil hung up the phone.
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I arrived home at 5:30, emptied the dishwasher, fed the fish, and started dinner. Verge arrived home shortly after 6:00. He walked in the door and entered the kitchen and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you.” I said. “Please find a corner.”
Virgil’s expression changed to one of protest, “What? I’m home on time, as you requested,” he said heading to a corner.
“It wasn’t a request.” I informed him.
“No, shit,” he muttered under his breath.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he mumbled.
I left him in the corner hoping to calm his mood. He had been struggling since he came back home last week.
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It didn’t take much time to track him down. After the report had come across my desk, all was clear and I knew it was time for him to come home; he had been off on his own for three days, refusing to speak to or see me.
I went to the clinic at the end of his shift and waited for him by his car. I stood in front of the driver side door. When he saw me, he took a deep breath, and politely asked me to move out of his way. I didn’t. I did take him gently by hand, I explained that I knew everything and it was time to come home. I led him to my car and we drove home in silence.
When we arrived home I led him into the lounge and seated him next to me on the sofa.
“You know, you did a pretty crappy job of running away.” I said, raising Virgil’s head so that his eye’s met mine. I gave him a brief grin, before pulling him in for a kiss. Virgil kissed back and then rested his head on my shoulder.
“I’m scared.” He said so lightly that it was more as if I felt his words from his breath on my neck than that I heard his voice.
“Of me?” I asked.
“No, never of you,” he answered, rubbing his hand along my cheek, “of me. Of what I have, of what I could give you.”
I pushed him slightly away from me, but kept a hold of his shoulders. I looked him firmly in the eye. “First of all, we don’t know that you have anything, and even if you did, we would take every precaution to make sure I didn’t get it.”
Tears were rolling down his face. “I’m so sorry Chris. I can’t believe I put you in this situation.”
I cupped his face, brushing away some of his tears with my thumb. “Virgil, you did not put me in any situation, you were stuck with a needle, it was an accident. It’s happened to me.”
“WHAT! How could you have been stuck by an HIV infected needle and not have told me. We didn’t take any precautions, how could you have NOT protected me like that?” Vigil beat his fists against my chest. “Here I am so concerned of hurting you, infecting you, and you never showed me the same courtesy!” He banged his fists against my chest one more time before pushing me away and heading for the door.
I reached for his arm and gently pulled him to me. “I was 21, and working needle exchange. It was a couple of years before I even met you. There weren’t a lot of alternatives, post-exposure prophylaxis (PEP) was new, and luckily it was available at the local hospital. I had to do six months of PEP. I tested negative six months later and every six months after that. I knew for sure I was negative when we met, I don’t know why it never came up. I am sure it would have eventually. I was never keeping anything from you.”
I took him back over to the sofa, sitting against the armrest, pulling him down, so he sat between my legs and was leaning against my chest. I wrapped both my arms around him and Virgil leaned his head back, cuddling it between my cheek and shoulder. “Now, look you take four weeks of the PEP meds, we use condoms…”
“I hate condoms.” Verge interrupted with a pout.
“Tough.” I continued. “You get tested for the virus, your chances of seroconverting are low and much, much lower that you would transmit to me. You know all this.” He nodded against me.
We sat in silence until I fully felt he comprehended the situation. Once I felt he had calmed and was starting to have a rational perspective, I asked, “So, shall we discuss your punishment?” Verge nodded. “You are grounded until we know what your HIV status is?”
“And?” Virgil questioned.
“And, what?” I questioned back.
“You’re not going to spank me?” He shyly asked.
“No, I don’t think you deserve a spanking.”
Virgil sat up and turned towards me, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, I don’t think I deserve to be grounded either. I was scared. I made a mistake; I don’t think you should lock me up for that.”
Ah, my drama queen. “What I think you need is time with me…” Virgil rolled his eyes at me. I supplied a firm swat to his thigh.
“Hey, you just said…” he was starting to get worked up again.
I gently placed my finger to his lips. “Let me finish, please. What I think you need is time with me, to be reminded that we are a couple, we love and respect each other, we share our feelings, and we comfort each other. I think that when you got scared, you forgot those things. So, you are going spend the next couple of months with me being reminded of and recommitting to those things we hold dear.”
“I know what we have. I love you. I just got scared. I shouldn’t be grounded?” He said with a pout.
“These next couple of months are going to be difficult for both of us, but especially you. I want to make sure that I am with you if you get really scared again. I don’t want to risk that you are off someone alone, the best way to do that is to require you to be with me when you are not at work.” Verge turned and adjusted himself so he was sitting draped across my lap. He leaned his head on my shoulder. I ran my hand over his smooth, bald head. We sat silent like that for a long time, reacquainting to each other’s smell, touch, and breath.
Verge eventually broke the silence, “I didn’t do a crappy job running away.” He stated firmly.
I let out a small laugh, “Virgil you kept going to work, you called and checked in with Syd—letting her know where you were staying, and did you forget what I do for a living—all reports of needle sticks run across my desk. Did you not expect me to know exactly why you were upset or where you were?”
“I didn’t think about the needle stick report.”
I tapped my finger on his head, “That is the problem, you got scared and stopped thinking.”
“I was thinking. Thinking how much I love you, how I was trying to protect you. I knew you would be worried,” his voice got a little quieter, “and angry, if you didn’t know I was safe, so I thought it was best to let Syd know where I was.”
I went back to running my hand across his head. “Thank you.” I said, as I leaned in and kissed him. It meant a lot that he wanted me to know he was safe.
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While Verge worked on calming down in the corner, I made dinner and set the table. “Virgil.” I called to him
“What?” he responded, he had calmed a bit, but not as much as I had hoped he would in 45 minutes.
“Dinner’s ready. Please, come join me.” I requested.
“I’m not hungry, can I please go to bed?” He responded.
“No, I would like you to join me for dinner.” I could hear him huff and he lightly stomped his way to the kitchen. When he reached the kitchen door, he abruptly stopped and began to lightly shake and tears began to stream down his face.
I walked over to him and gathered him into a hug. “Wwwwhy?” he asked, raising his head to look at the table set with our best linens and dishware, lit by candlelight, and to sniff at the smell of marinara sauce and warm bread.
I kissed him and then asked, “Why are you grounded?” Virgil began to lightly sob against my shoulder. Again, I asked, “Virgil, why are you grounded?”
“I need to remember that we love and support one another.” He whispered.
“Exactly.” I said, kissing him again.
End
Author: Tarabeth
Pairing: Chris/Verge
I am the director of STDs, HIV and AIDS Programs for our county’s Health Department. My best friend Katie and I teach a class on GLBT Issues every Spring Semester at the local State University. Katie is the Director of Health Services at the local GLBT Center.
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I was in the hallway packing for a presentation when I heard, “Hey, you.” I turned to see Katie standing beside me. Ah, my Katie, ever sporting her non-profit professional lesbian attire of big baggy jeans, a gray v-neck sweater over a white t-shirt, and her big clunky steel-toed Doc Martins.
“Hi, love. How are you feeling, and what brings you over to Public Health?” I asked, standing and leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.
“Much better. Thanks.” Katie answered. “I had a meeting with Breast and Cervical Health. We’re doing mobile mammograms at the center next week.” Why she needed to touch her breast at this statement, I am unsure, but she has the hilarious habit of touching whichever part of the body she happens to be discussing. “I was hoping you might have time for lunch.”
“Sorry, love. I have to cover a presentation over at Kennedy Elementary.” I said.
“Joy.” She replied, with the utter most sarcasm. “How’s Verge?” Her voice had changed to express sincere concern.
“He’s having a hard time. I’m sure he would love to see you. Are you coming to dinner at Syd’s tonight?” I asked.
“No, I have to go pick up Fred and George from the Vet’s, they got snipped today.”
I winced. “You know you could have a little more sympathy for the poor babies, they HAVE lost their manhood.” Fred and George are Katie’s new kittens. Admittedly they are quite adorable, two little identical orange tabbies, but they are starting to hamper her social life. I’m a little worried about her becoming an old cat lady.
“Ya, whatever.” She said with a smile. “You boys are way to attached to your testicles. They’ll be fine. They’re kittens, they won’t even miss ‘em.”
I shot her a dirty look. “Dyke.” I whispered under my breath.
“Could I come visit tomorrow?” She asked.
“That would be great. We don’t have anything planned.” Virgil really would enjoy her company. Katie’s spirit and humor were a delight to be around, even when she was suffering deep despair, she was still able to express warmness and ooze charisma around her loved ones. Verge and I were lucky to be a part of her circle.
“What are you presenting on at the elementary school?”
“The basic 5th grade stuff, wet dreams, periods, where babies come from.” I said as I continued to pack anatomy models and pamphlets.
She laughed and reached over to give me a hug. “I’ll let you get back to your packing.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and gave a little tug to her pants. She quickly moved her hands from around my shoulders to grab the waistband of her pants and keep them from falling down. “Hey!” she said as she looked around to see who might be looking.
Now it was my turn to laugh, “You either have to stop wearing pants that are three sizes too big or start wearing a belt.”
She stuck her tongue out at me. “They’re comfortable and highly fashionable.”
“Yeah, the height of fashion for 15 year old boys and 30 year old lesbians everywhere.” I said as she raised a finger to me and headed out of the office. I called after her, “Don’t over do it, this is your first week back after the pneumonia.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You sound just like Syd.” I heard her say as she exited the building.
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I got to the school about 20 minutes early, so I decided to go and sit in and observe one of my new staff members. I rounded the corner and heard the sounds of a terribly disruptive classroom.
“Is it true that when two guys do it, one of ‘em sticks his dick in the other guy’s butt?” I heard a young male voice ask.
“How do two girls do it?” A second young male voice asked.
“I think they just French kiss.” Young man number one answered.
“That’s not how they do it in my Dad’s videos.” A third young man chimed in.
I stepped into the classroom to see Molly looking terribly disheveled at the front of a classroom full of 25 ten-year-old boys and not a teacher in sight. I let out a sharp whistle, “Alright that is enough gentlemen. Heads down on desks. I want two minutes of silence.”
I walked up to Molly. She mouthed a thank you. I asked her to point out the rather obnoxious participants. She pointed out Ramón (Mr. Gay Sex), Johnny (Mr. Lesbian Sex), and Kyle (the porn watcher). I went and collected each of the offenders and quietly led them outside, signaling Molly to follow.
“So, young men, your behavior in there was completely inappropriate and disrespectful. Please apologize to Molly.”
A small chorus of sorrys rang out.
“Molly, you can finish your class, I will escort Misters Ramón, Kyle and Johnny to the Principle’s office.”
Molly returned to the classroom.
“All right gentlemen, single file, let’s go, march.”
After depositing my charges to the principle with an explanation of the charges against them. I had a very uneventful presentation, packed up and went back to the office.
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“Chris Robeson.” I answered.
“Hi, Babe.” Virgil said.
“Verge. What’s up?” I was a little surprised to hear from him. He was still overly anxious and scared, and for the last week had been choosing to express it as anger at me. Since he had gotten home, it had been rare for him to call me during the day. I missed the usual twice-daily calls I used to get. Depending on his mood they usually ranged from a sweet I love you to terribly dirty innuendos of what he hope we would do later that evening (I was especially missing those).
“I’m going to be a little late, I have to do a surgery at 6:00.” He said.
Surgery was not a regular part of Virgil’s duties as a Nurse Practioner at the local free clinic. So, I was a little taken aback by his need to be late. I took it more as his way to try and get around the fact that he was grounded than as a life or death situation. Verge knew that I rarely had a problem with him staying a little late if a patient really needed him. But, I sincerely felt he was trying to use this as an excuse to get around his punishment. “I don’t think so. You’re grounded.” I replied.
“Chris, it is surgery, I think it is a little more important than my being grounded.” And, that confirmed it for me. When Verge needed to work late, he always asked permission, apologized for any inconvenience, and most importantly talked about what his patient required.
“Can someone else do it?” I asked. There was silence on the other end of the phone. “Virgil, can someone else do it?” I repeated myself.
“Yes,” he answered, doing little to hide his anger.
“Okay, then I will see you at home at 6:15.”
“No, I agreed to do the surgery and I can’t back out.” Virgil stated very firmly.
“Virgil, if someone else is available to do the surgery, then you will ask them to cover for you. I expect you home at 6:15.” Again I was met by silence. “Virgil, do you understand?”
“Yes.” He spit out.
“Good, I will see you then. I love…” Virgil hung up the phone.
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I arrived home at 5:30, emptied the dishwasher, fed the fish, and started dinner. Verge arrived home shortly after 6:00. He walked in the door and entered the kitchen and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you.” I said. “Please find a corner.”
Virgil’s expression changed to one of protest, “What? I’m home on time, as you requested,” he said heading to a corner.
“It wasn’t a request.” I informed him.
“No, shit,” he muttered under his breath.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he mumbled.
I left him in the corner hoping to calm his mood. He had been struggling since he came back home last week.
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It didn’t take much time to track him down. After the report had come across my desk, all was clear and I knew it was time for him to come home; he had been off on his own for three days, refusing to speak to or see me.
I went to the clinic at the end of his shift and waited for him by his car. I stood in front of the driver side door. When he saw me, he took a deep breath, and politely asked me to move out of his way. I didn’t. I did take him gently by hand, I explained that I knew everything and it was time to come home. I led him to my car and we drove home in silence.
When we arrived home I led him into the lounge and seated him next to me on the sofa.
“You know, you did a pretty crappy job of running away.” I said, raising Virgil’s head so that his eye’s met mine. I gave him a brief grin, before pulling him in for a kiss. Virgil kissed back and then rested his head on my shoulder.
“I’m scared.” He said so lightly that it was more as if I felt his words from his breath on my neck than that I heard his voice.
“Of me?” I asked.
“No, never of you,” he answered, rubbing his hand along my cheek, “of me. Of what I have, of what I could give you.”
I pushed him slightly away from me, but kept a hold of his shoulders. I looked him firmly in the eye. “First of all, we don’t know that you have anything, and even if you did, we would take every precaution to make sure I didn’t get it.”
Tears were rolling down his face. “I’m so sorry Chris. I can’t believe I put you in this situation.”
I cupped his face, brushing away some of his tears with my thumb. “Virgil, you did not put me in any situation, you were stuck with a needle, it was an accident. It’s happened to me.”
“WHAT! How could you have been stuck by an HIV infected needle and not have told me. We didn’t take any precautions, how could you have NOT protected me like that?” Vigil beat his fists against my chest. “Here I am so concerned of hurting you, infecting you, and you never showed me the same courtesy!” He banged his fists against my chest one more time before pushing me away and heading for the door.
I reached for his arm and gently pulled him to me. “I was 21, and working needle exchange. It was a couple of years before I even met you. There weren’t a lot of alternatives, post-exposure prophylaxis (PEP) was new, and luckily it was available at the local hospital. I had to do six months of PEP. I tested negative six months later and every six months after that. I knew for sure I was negative when we met, I don’t know why it never came up. I am sure it would have eventually. I was never keeping anything from you.”
I took him back over to the sofa, sitting against the armrest, pulling him down, so he sat between my legs and was leaning against my chest. I wrapped both my arms around him and Virgil leaned his head back, cuddling it between my cheek and shoulder. “Now, look you take four weeks of the PEP meds, we use condoms…”
“I hate condoms.” Verge interrupted with a pout.
“Tough.” I continued. “You get tested for the virus, your chances of seroconverting are low and much, much lower that you would transmit to me. You know all this.” He nodded against me.
We sat in silence until I fully felt he comprehended the situation. Once I felt he had calmed and was starting to have a rational perspective, I asked, “So, shall we discuss your punishment?” Verge nodded. “You are grounded until we know what your HIV status is?”
“And?” Virgil questioned.
“And, what?” I questioned back.
“You’re not going to spank me?” He shyly asked.
“No, I don’t think you deserve a spanking.”
Virgil sat up and turned towards me, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, I don’t think I deserve to be grounded either. I was scared. I made a mistake; I don’t think you should lock me up for that.”
Ah, my drama queen. “What I think you need is time with me…” Virgil rolled his eyes at me. I supplied a firm swat to his thigh.
“Hey, you just said…” he was starting to get worked up again.
I gently placed my finger to his lips. “Let me finish, please. What I think you need is time with me, to be reminded that we are a couple, we love and respect each other, we share our feelings, and we comfort each other. I think that when you got scared, you forgot those things. So, you are going spend the next couple of months with me being reminded of and recommitting to those things we hold dear.”
“I know what we have. I love you. I just got scared. I shouldn’t be grounded?” He said with a pout.
“These next couple of months are going to be difficult for both of us, but especially you. I want to make sure that I am with you if you get really scared again. I don’t want to risk that you are off someone alone, the best way to do that is to require you to be with me when you are not at work.” Verge turned and adjusted himself so he was sitting draped across my lap. He leaned his head on my shoulder. I ran my hand over his smooth, bald head. We sat silent like that for a long time, reacquainting to each other’s smell, touch, and breath.
Verge eventually broke the silence, “I didn’t do a crappy job running away.” He stated firmly.
I let out a small laugh, “Virgil you kept going to work, you called and checked in with Syd—letting her know where you were staying, and did you forget what I do for a living—all reports of needle sticks run across my desk. Did you not expect me to know exactly why you were upset or where you were?”
“I didn’t think about the needle stick report.”
I tapped my finger on his head, “That is the problem, you got scared and stopped thinking.”
“I was thinking. Thinking how much I love you, how I was trying to protect you. I knew you would be worried,” his voice got a little quieter, “and angry, if you didn’t know I was safe, so I thought it was best to let Syd know where I was.”
I went back to running my hand across his head. “Thank you.” I said, as I leaned in and kissed him. It meant a lot that he wanted me to know he was safe.
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While Verge worked on calming down in the corner, I made dinner and set the table. “Virgil.” I called to him
“What?” he responded, he had calmed a bit, but not as much as I had hoped he would in 45 minutes.
“Dinner’s ready. Please, come join me.” I requested.
“I’m not hungry, can I please go to bed?” He responded.
“No, I would like you to join me for dinner.” I could hear him huff and he lightly stomped his way to the kitchen. When he reached the kitchen door, he abruptly stopped and began to lightly shake and tears began to stream down his face.
I walked over to him and gathered him into a hug. “Wwwwhy?” he asked, raising his head to look at the table set with our best linens and dishware, lit by candlelight, and to sniff at the smell of marinara sauce and warm bread.
I kissed him and then asked, “Why are you grounded?” Virgil began to lightly sob against my shoulder. Again, I asked, “Virgil, why are you grounded?”
“I need to remember that we love and support one another.” He whispered.
“Exactly.” I said, kissing him again.
End
The Ride
Title: The Ride
Author: Tarabeth
Pairing: Joey/Michael
“Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like”
-- Queen
This year Joey and I had decided to do something a little different for our Vacation.
Okay, so that isn’t totally honest.
Different, yes.
We decided (well technically, I guess), but mostly no.
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November
I decided that I wanted to ride my bike from San Francisco to Los Angeles, in seven days, with 2,000 other people. So, I went out and spent $3,000 for a new Cannondale Six13 road bike, another $1,000 in cycling gear and clothes (remember the clothes make the man), and registered for the AIDS Lifecycle. The funny part is that I forgot to mention any of this to Joey. Hmmhmm.
So when our credit card company called the next day to verify a large purchase, he was a little shocked.
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I have been working in HIV prevention since I was 16. Coming out at the age of 15, in the Bay Area, in 1989, was a bit scary; I was sure I would never live to see 21.
When I got my driver’s license the next year, I started driving myself into the city every weekend to protest with ACT UP. In the two years I spent with ACT UP, I watched a lot of bright, talented young men die. They were my friends and mentors. I watched them loose their health, careers, families and partners to the stigma of AIDS. I vowed that I was going to stay HIV negative and devote my life to helping others do the same until their was a cure for this horrible disease.
So here I am, seventeen years later, sitting in the Board of Director’s meeting for the non-profit of which I am the executive director. We are a small agency that provides HIV prevention programs to men who have sex with men.
I shifted a little in my seat as my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. “911, call me immediately. –J”
It wasn’t unusual for me to receive urgent calls from staff during meetings, so no one took any notice as I glanced at the screen on my phone. I waited a couple a minutes for the group to finish on the present topic, and politely asked if we might take a short break.
My hands shook as I dialed Joey’s cell. It wasn’t normal for him to send me urgent messages like that, and I was terribly concerned about what was going on.
“Mikey?” Oh Lord, he sounded frantic. Not good. Joey doesn’t do frantic. Joey does rock steady.
“Joey, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Okay now I was starting to get frantic. I do frantic very well.
“I just got a call from the bank, someone has stolen your identity. Can you get away from work? We need to call the police and file a report, cancel all the other cards, put an alert on our accounts…” Joey continued on and I became more frantic.
I have had a few friends who have had their identity stolen; it is a real mess and can take years to clear off of a credit record. This was a mess. Crrraaaappppp. I just ordered my bike on that card; I hope this doesn’t affect the order.
Oh, Fuck!
“…They spent over $4,000 at some bike shop yesterday. Can you believe that? How the hell does someone spend $4,000 at a bike shop?”
Well, quite easily actually. “Mikey?”
I got up and shut the door to my office. This could be bad.
“Mikey?” I let out a small whimper. “I know this is huge shock and kind of scary.” His voice switched over to that of my rock. Calm and reassuring that we would fix this and it would be okay. “Can you leave? I’ll come get you, we’ll come home and start making calls.”
I was still unable to speak. This was bad. “Mikey?”
“Heh, Heh…you see…” I let out a nervous little giggle. At moments like this, it really amazes me that I am a highly respected member of the community.
“MICHAELLLL?” Oh crap, now he knew. “What is left on your schedule today?”
“I have about an hour and half left of this Board Meeting, I need to sign the payroll checks, and then I was just going catch up on some paperwork.”
“How urgent is the paperwork?” he asked.
“Nothing that can’t wait.” I answered.
“I will pick you up in two hours, make sure you have everything finished.”
“Joe, I have my car here, I’ll come right home when I finish up. I promise.” I knew it was futile, but it was worth a try. I hate when my car gets left. It means I am in big trouble and cannot be trusted on my own.
“Michael, I will pick you up in two hours, no more. Do you understand?” Ah, my rock. Sometimes, I wish he were just a little easier to move.
“Yes, sir. I will be ready.” I hung up my phone and headed back to the boardroom.
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I looked out my office window and saw Joey and his Prius at the stoplight getting ready to turn onto my street. When my husband became a Yuppie, I may never know.
I shut my computer down, turned off my office lights, and handed the signed payroll checks over to my assistant, “Jimmy, I’ve got a bad headache coming on. I’m going to head home for the day. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Are you okay to drive? Do you want me to call cab?” He was such a sweet young man.
“No, thanks kiddo. Joey’s just pulling up now to pick me up.” I leaned over his desk to give him a goodbye kiss.
“See you Michael. I hope you feel better.”
I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed down the stairs, out the building and over to Joey’s car. I opened the passenger door and started to get into his car. Joey placed his hand over the car seat, preventing me from sitting down, and shot me a very stern look. “Where are you parked?” he asked.
“In the garage at 4th and K. The jeep will be safe there for the weekend.” I conceded and again tried to get into the passenger seat.
“I am not sure spending $25 a day to leave your car in the city is in your budget right now.” Ouch. I looked down at the ground and kicked my heals against the curb. Joey let out a soft sigh, “Hop in. I’ll drive you over to get it, and then I’ll follow you home.” Joey leaned over to kiss me as I finally climbed into his car.
I kissed him back. He always knows just what I need. It was going to be a long night, but from his kiss I knew we’d get through it.
“I’m sorry I worried you.” I said. He took hold of my hand and held it softly, gently stroking the back of my hand with his thumb until we reached the parking garage.
He gave me quick peck on the cheek and let me out at the entrance, “Okay, boy o’ mine, I will meet you around back, by the exit. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I grabbed my bag and headed for the garage stairs and up to the third floor to retrieve the jeep. As I exited the garage, I saw Joey parked on the street waiting for me. He waived me out. I pulled into traffic and Joey pulled out right behind me and followed me home.
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I pulled into our garage and Joey pulled in after me. I sat in the jeep for a minute, not really doing much other than contemplating my navel. It is quite a cute a navel if you must know. It has a little silver flower with a green stud hanging in it. I love when Joe…
The driver side door opened.
Crapppp. “Can’t I have any privacy, Joseph?”
“I would have thought more about the $25/day parking charge, if I knew this was the mood driving home by yourself was going to get me.” Joey held out his hand to help me out.
“Hmphh.” I said as I climbed out. I had only been standing upright for instant before I felt Joey land several very firm swats to my backside. “Yeouch!”
His hand stayed on my butt after the last swat and he gently pushed me towards the house. “Go pick a corner Timothy Michael.”
I hate it when he uses my first name. I had a tendency as a child to be a bit clumsy. Okay, not just as a child. But, when you are a clumsy kid named Timmy…life sucks.
“Mom, Timmy fell in the lake.”
“Dad, Timmy fell off the ski lift.” Yes, I actually did fall off a ski lift.
“Mom, Timmy’s lost.”
“Dad, come quick, Timmy’s hurt.”
The family joke was that I was not allowed around wells. Ha, Ha. My family think they are such fuckin’ comedians.
Anyway, when I left for college, I became Michael.
I headed over to my favorite corner in the lounge. It has a window to the garden just to the side of the corner, and I can often catch a nice view of the garden instead of just plaster.
I could hear Joey in the kitchen starting a pot of coffee. “I’d like a cup.” I shouted from the lounge.
It seemed like an instantaneous series of swats landed on my butt. “Hey.” I spun around to face Joey.
“Michael, my boy, are you supposed speak from the corner without being spoken to?”
“No.” It always amazes me how interesting our floors are when I am in trouble.
Joey placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me back to face the corner. “Are you allowed to turn yourself around without my permission?”
“No.” I answered. Several more swats. These were usually one-swat questions; the fact that I was receiving multiple swats so early in the evening was not a good sign.
“That would be correct. Now, I strongly urge you, to stay quietly in this corner, until I am ready to discuss the $4,000 charge you made on OUR credit card yesterday.” Joseph punctuated that statement with one very firm swat.
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Eternity passed and I began to kick at the baseboards.
Swat! Swat! Swat!
Yeow! My hand moved back to protect by backside. Joey leaned forward and kissed the back of my head. “Stop fidgeting.”
Bastard.
I have fidgeting issues, and those of us that are fidgetedly impaired feel it is very unfair for us to be swatted for movements that we have little to no control over.
I stopped kicking, but it took all my self-control to stand still. It was making my brain hurt, because it frantically wanted to send movement impulses out to my limbs.
Finally, I felt Joey’s arm around my waist; I leaned into him, rested my head on his shoulder and began to cry. He brought his other arm around me and held me in his firm embrace.
I cried with the frustration of being in this situation. I cried in anticipation of what was yet to come. I cried because I never meant for this to be a bad thing. I cried because I had freaked Joey out. I cried because, being in his arms was the safest place I knew, and I was truly thankful to be there.
When my tears began to subside, Joe led me over to a chair at the kitchen table and handed me a warm cup of coffee. He sat down on the chair next to me and placed his hand gently over mine, “Alright, boy o’, tell me.”
Dandelion, our cat, began to do figure eights between Joe and my legs. Joe patted his lap, “’m ‘ere Dandy.” She jumped onto his lap and walked a few circles before she settled.
Joey began to gently pet her.
“I am going to do the AIDS Lifecyle ride.” I started.
He let out a sigh. “I thought it might have to do with the Ride. But, last I remember we were still discussing your doing the ride this year.”
“I registered to do the ride.” I stated. Joey raised his left eyebrow. The one eyebrow raise is not a good thing; it usually comes with the ‘Excuse me young man look?’ Ahh, and there it is. Fuck, I’m in trouble.
“Excuse me? You did what?” Ow, the eyebrow, look and the actual question.
“I registered to do the ride.” I said a little more timidly this time.
“Yes, I heard you the first time, AND AS I SAID, I don’t remember OUR making a decision about whether or not you were going to do the ride this year or not. Did I miss something?”
“Umm…,” his eyebrow raised higher, “…no.” I said as I began to fidget with my thumb ring.
“So, boy ‘o, why did you register?” He asked. I started to answer, but Joey continued with, “and I don’t were hear, ‘I wanted to’.”
Well crap, there goes my answer. I sat quietly twirling the ring around my thumb.
“Michael, why did you register for the ride before checking with me?”
I still had no answer.
“Okay, we will move on for now. What made you think you could spend $4,000 for a new bike?”
“It was only $3,000.” I stated.
“Oh, only $3,000…and what did you spend the other $1,000 on?” he asked.
The clothes make the man. What the fuck was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking that’s the problem... the shopping fairy possessed me and I had no control. Damn shopping fairy has got my fanny tanned more times than I can count.
“Michael?” Joey asked.
Tears were starting to well up in my eyes and my nose was starting to run. I shuddered and let out sigh as the tears began to fall. “It was the fairy, Joe. I couldn’t help it. She just takes over. After she made me order the bike, she just went crazy with the cycling gear.”
“For Christ’s sake, Michael, you are a grown man. We all have our demons, but that fairy is seriously detrimental to your health.” He let out a small smile and pulled my chair and me closer to him.
I rested my head on his shoulder and began to rub Dandy’s ears. “I’m sorry, I just really wanted it, and we had kind of talked about me getting a new bike.”
“Michael, do you register for 7-day, 600 mile bike rides, without my permission?” He calmly asked.
“No.”
“Do you make huge purchases, whether possessed by the shopping fairy or not, without my permission?”
“No.”
He continued, “And, Michael, what is it called when you do these thing without telling me or getting my permission?”
The tears were falling more rapidly now, “Deceitful.” I answered.
“What happens when you’re deceitful?” He asked as he helped me stand up.
I was now shuddering and overtaken with tears, “I get punished.”
“Yes, you do. Give me your belt.”
I continued to cry as I undid my belt, slid it off, and handed it to Joey.
“Can I still do the ride?” I asked as Joey, lay my belt over his thigh and began to undue my jeans.
“I don’t think you’ll like my answer right now and in a few minutes I can’t imagine you will even want to THINK about sitting on a bike for 7 days.” He lowered my jeans and boxers and pulled me over his lap.
Joey rested his hand on my bare bottom, and asked, “Why are you being punished?” He began to gently rub his hand over my cheek, waiting for me to answer.
I sniffled, “I was deceitful and gave into the shopping fairy.” I glanced back over my shoulder at him.
He patted my fanny, “Blaming poor defenseless fairies, has landed you over my lap too many times, Michael.” He gave me a very severe SWAT. “I want this to be the last time!” SWAT, SWAT, SWAT. “Do you understand?” He continued to spank me until it felt like an inferno had erupted on my butt.
I was so thankful when he stopped. It was one of the worst spankings he had ever delivered. I was sobbing so hard and couldn’t wait to crawl into his arms and be forgiven. I started to wiggle off of his lap because he had forgotten to loosen his grip on my waist. The wiggle didn’t get me anywhere. I turned and looked over my shoulder to see Joey doubling the belt up into his hand. “No, Joey, please.”
He released his grip on me and I lowered myself to the floor. “Please, don’t I can’t take the belt.”
Joey didn’t seem to take any notice as he took hold of my arm and stood me up. “My bottom hurts to bad.”
He bent me over the kitchen table. “Please. I can’t take it.”
“Michael, this was completely unacceptable behavior and we have talked about your shopping habits too many times. I want this spanking to be memorable enough that we will not have to do this again!” and the belt tore across my butt.
By the time he landed the last blow, I was gasping for breath, I had been sobbing so hard. Joseph stood me up and helped me to hobble, with pants and shorts around my ankles, back over to the corner.
With my fire hot bottom on display, I was left to sob in the lounge corner. It is rare that I get left in a corner after a spanking; it usually means that I have more thinking and eventually more talking to do. Neither of which seemed particularly appealing at that moment time.
It is even more rare to have to stand at full moon following punishment. Today, it was mostly because to restore my pants would not have been conducive to the thinking that was supposed to be taking place. Although, it was clear that Joey was trying to send a very clear message of my naughtiness by leaving me there with my pants pooled around my ankles.
As if the message he left blazed on my backside wasn’t enough.
Quite an eternity after my sobbing had faded to the occasional hiccup, Joe asked, “How’s the thinking going?”
“FINE.” I replied, a little more snidely than was healthy.
Several swats later, “Well, I’ll just let you get back to it then.” Joe said while taking a seat on the sofa. “I’m going to sit here and read the paper, you come join me when you are feeling civil enough to talk.”
“Hmph.”
“Excuse me?” Joey asked as he began to set the paper down.
“Sorry.”
“That’s better.” He said as he picked the paper back up.
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It was starting to get dark; and I was getting fidgety. Despite the heat still blazing from my fanny, I was freezing.
I heard Joe get up off the couch, which caused me to franticly respond, “I’m still thinking, and I’ll stop fidgeting.”
He said nothing, but wrapped a big soft blanket around me, helped me step out of my pants, and laid me down on the couch beside him. He began to stroke the hair off my forehead, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy.
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When I woke up the next morning, I was in our bed, resting my upper body on Joey’s chest, and feeling the very urgent need to pee. I tried to gently roll away, so as not to wake him, but the expletive that escaped my mouth as my butt touched the sheets, started his stirring.
“Sore?” He asked.
YOU THINK! “A little.” I responded and headed to the bathroom.
“Hop in the shower, babe, I’ll go start breakfast.” Joey said, as I heard him making the bed.
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I sat down (with a wince of pain) at the table to my favorite breakfast, a bowl of yogurt, fruit and granola. Joey sat across from me, “We need to discuss the rest of your punishment.”
“Wa west.” I tried to say with a mouth full of food.
“Yes, the rest.”
I gulped. In case you didn’t know, gulping granola is a little painful.
“I called the bike shop last night and cancelled the bike order. You are taking ALL the merchandise back this morning.”
“Yes, sir.” I paused. “So, I can’t do the ride?”
“We’ll talk about that in a minute.”
Crap, that meant there was still more punishment.
“Please, go get your wallet.” Joey instructed.
I went into the hall, collected my wallet from the entry hall table, returned to the kitchen and handed it over to Joe.
He opened my wallet and began to remove my credit cards. “These will be returned to you, when I feel you are better able to control your relationship with her fairyness.”
“Wait, Joey, that one is my bank card.” I advised him pointing to my visa check card.
“Yes, I know. You will be on a strict allowance at least for the next 6 weeks. At the beginning of each week, I will give you a weekly allowance. During that week you will keep track of all of your expenditures. At the end of each week, I will review your expenditures and what you anticipate your needs will be for the following week, and then give you your next weeks allowance. If all goes well at the end of the six weeks, I will return your bank card to you.”
I stood up causing my chair to fall backwards to the floor, “FUCK THAT!!!!!” I exclaimed while grabbing for my cards.
He moved the cards out of my reach and then placed them in the front pocket of his bathrobe.
The fucking Rock of Gibraltar spoke again, “Michael, I believe you are still quite sore from last night. I really don’t think you want to give me any reason to add to your pain. Now, pick up your chair and SIT back down.”
“Fuck you, Joey.” I said as I picked up my chair and began to exit the kitchen.
Joey grabbed my arm, pulled me to his side, lowered my shorts and boxers and applied a dozen or more quick swats to my bottom. When finished, he motioned for me to pull my shorts back up. I did. He took me by the arm and (OW! OW! OW!) sat me back down in my chair.
He stood next to me, and asked, “Are you able to have a civil conversation with me?”
“NO.” Duh, was he not paying attention?
Joey lifted me back out of me chair, applied several more swats, and escorted me to the kitchen corner. The reheated sting in backside was smarting. I was shuddering and crying. I moved my hands to my bottom and tried to relieve some of his sting.
“We need to have this conversation, Mikey, and it WILL BE civil. You have 20 minutes to calm yourself. If you aren’t ready to talk then, we will have this conversation with you over my knee. And, Mikey, if we have to go there, it will be sometime next week before you are able to sit comfortably again.” He ruffled my hair and kissed my cheek. “Understand?”
I nodded and mumbled, “Yes, sir.”
“Good, I am going to take a shower. I will meet in you in the lounge in 20 minutes. I’ll bring the paddle, just in case, but, I really hope I won’t be needing it.” He kissed me again and headed upstairs to shower.
I leaned my head against the wall and sobbed.
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It had been about 10 minutes, when I heard the shower turn off. I decided I had better start to make the move to calm down. I let out another shudder and took a deep breath. I headed to the bathroom under the stairs to wash my face, and then started a fresh pot of coffee.
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By the time Joey entered the lounge, carrying the paddle (BASTARD), I was feeling a bit more sorted.
Joey looked over at me and asked, “Are you ready to continue our conversation?”
I nodded and took another sip of my coffee, as I watched him set the paddle down on the tea table.
Joe came over and took my coffee out of my hand and led me over to the sofa. He sat down and gently lowered me into his lap.
I rested my head on his shoulder as he embraced me.
I sniffed. “I am a grown man. I am responsible for the budget and running of a multimillion-dollar agency, and I run it well. I can’t believe you are taking away my credit cards and putting me on an allowance.”
Joey cupped my chin in his hand and raised my head so that we made eye contact, “I NEVER questioned you professionally. You are the BEST at what you do. I have complete and total respect for how you run the agency. I have never had any reason, nor do I EVER anticipate that I will have any reason to question your professional decisions.”
The tears were definitely free flowing at this point. Joey continued, “But, we are talking about your personal decisions, the ones you made that effect us, our finances and life. Now, my boy,” He began to run his thumb across my cheek, “the problem is that we have had too many of these conversations. So, I decided more extreme measures were needed to help you understand.”
I tried to nuzzle my head back against his chest, but he continued to make me hold eye contact, as he continued, “You may feel this is severe. It is. You got a bit out of control, and you know when that happens, I am going to real you in.”
Still crying, I nodded into his hand. He stopped holding my face, and instead moved the palm of his hand up my face and gently pressed my head back onto his chest and held me while I cried it out.
When I had truly calmed, Joey pushed me into a seated position next to him. “So, please explain to me what you understand about your punishment.”
I let out a big sigh, and gave my best pleading look, I placed my hand over my forehead, in a ‘woe is me’ gesture, and asked, “Haven’t I been punished enough?”
He smirked and gently shook his head. “Come on drama queen, I want you to explain.”
I let out another sigh of exasperation, before I took a serious tone. “Registering for something, with such a major commitment as the ride, without seriously talking to you was deceitful. Deceit is not healthy for our relationship and isn’t allowed. I will always be soundly spanked if I deceive you.”
Joey nodded for me to continue. “I am a responsible adult and need to behave like one, when I feel the urge to give into shopping cravings, especially purchases that could be deemed as excessive or have a major effect on our family finances.” I stopped and began to cry.
“Go on baby, you are doing great.” Joey encouraged.
I wiped my tears on my sleeve. “Because, I have demonstrated that I couldn’t do that, you have taken that option away from me.”
He nodded and pulled me into a hug. “So, now we need to talk about the ride,” he said.
I pushed away; I didn’t want to be hugging him when he told me I couldn’t go.
“Last night, after I called and canceled the order for your new bike, I registered my self”
My mouth fell open in shock.
“Hey,” Joey said with clear outrage.
I started to laugh. “Joe…” it was difficult to continue I was now laughing so hard. “Joe, you are a very fit man…” now I was crying from laughing so hard. “Joey, you don’t know how to ride a bike.” We both erupted into a fit of giggles.
Joey held his chest, trying to regain his breath so he could speak, “Michael, you didn’t let me finish. I registered for the Medical Crew.”
“Oh, pffahaaahaaaa, that makes more sense.” I fell back against his chest as we both erupted back into giggles.
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January
200 miles a week.
The holidays were lovely, but being on a budget sucked. I behaved myself, and was able to give everyone nice gifts and stay on budget. Joey returned my bankcard on New Years Day.
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March
325 miles a week, including some killer hills.
Joey gave me a very nice previously owned Six13 road bike for my birthday and returned my credit cards.
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May
450 miles a week.
Joey says I’m going to kill him in the bedroom with my new found stamina.
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June 4 – Day Zero – San Francisco
We spent the night at our favorite bed and breakfast in San Francisco. I had planned to get an early start on registration, but Joey had other ideas.
I had just gotten out of the shower and was resting my foot on the bed rail drying off. Joey walked by and gave me a playful swat on my backside.
I gave him a suggestive little wiggle of my fanny, and the next thing I knew he had thrown off his clothes, bent me over the bed, and was pounding me with all his might. Feisty little devil, my Joey is. Well, the man was really just in it for a quick fuck…and I was wanting a little more…so, I decided to do a little something to slow him down.
I raised myself a bit and turned to look at Joey, I slapped my hand back on his ass a few times and yelled, “Well, YEEEEHAAAAAW, ride me cowboy!” at which point we both fell forward on the bed giggling, Joey still extremely hard and fully inside me. I placed both my hands on his beautiful butt, raised my head up to his ear and whispered, “Take your time Sugar.”
Joey responded by pulling out. “Eha. I didn’t want you to stop.” I squeaked.
Joey turned me around, lifted me on to the bed, raised my legs to his shoulders, grabbed my gaze with his beautiful green eyes, and slowly reentered me. My boy rode me long and hard until I thought I was going to melt into him. The friction of our bellies on my cock sent me over the edge first, but my spasms dragged Joey along with me.
We lay tangled together and panting for a while until I broke the silence, “Well great, now I have to shower again.”
He planted a firm kiss on my lips and dragged me off the bed with him, “Come on we’ll shower together.”
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June 5 – Day 1 – San Francisco to Santa Cruz – 107 miles
Opening Ceremony was empowering and tearful. As the riderless bike started our journey with tears, Joey and I held hands and quietly whispered the names of our lost friends. Marc, Mike, Kevin, Joe, David, Peter, Juan, Kimberly, Claire, Tommy, Robert, and the unforgettable Miss Maybelline.
We kissed goodbye at 7:30. He hopped in the Medical Van and headed off to his station at Pit Stop 3.
I joined my team in bike parking and we waited as the wave of 2,000 riders began the journey south.
The first few miles were slow and fun. Most of the riders were still together in a big mass and crowds lined the streets to wish us a bon voyage. We rode through the Marina, past the Palace of Fine Arts, through the Presidio, Golden Gate Park and out of the City.
The climb over Highway 92 was steep and scary, but well worth it when we entered Half Moon Bay and spent the rest of the day riding along the Pacific to Santa Cruz.
I pulled into Pit Stop 3 at about 1:30. And as much as longed to find Joey, I dropped my bike and ran for the nearest port-a-potty (POP).
Ahhhh.
After the much needed relief, I headed over to the Medical Van to check-in with Joey. I couldn’t believe how swamped he was with patients. When he caught my eye, he sent me a large grin and blew me a soft kiss. I stood and waited until he finished with his current patient.
He come over and grabbed me in a firm embrace. “Eww, you stink.” He said, before he planted a sweet kiss on my lips.
“Thanks. I love you, too.”
The next thing I knew, he was checking my pulse, asking how much I had been drinking, how many times had I peed, what did I eat for lunch, how was I feeling.
He gave me the all clear, handed me a tongue depressor full of butt balm with instructions to use it all, because he didn’t feel like listening to me whine about chaffing all night.
I kissed him on the cheek and hit the road for last 40 miles of the day.
I beet Joey back to camp, retrieved our gear and set up our tent. Camp was amazing, a sea of tents, and leave it to 2,000 queens and AIDS activist to have a well decorated camp.
Once Joey got back we strolled through camp, hand-in-hand to check out the neighbors. Three tents down had rainbow fairy lights. The next row over had a white picket fence and pink flamingos. There was the tent with blow-up lawn furniture, one with a kiddie pool, etc, etc…
I slept well that first night, despite the five middle of the night trips to the POPs.
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June 6 - Day 2 – Santa Cruz to King City – 111 miles
Day two we headed back inland. The day was mostly flat, a lot of time spent riding through the strawberry, lettuce, and various other agricultural fields of Santa Cruz and Monterey Counties.
Joey was working Pit Stop One today. I found yesterday that the Pit Stop One crew were a little on the wild side. Yesterday they were all dressed as Super Heroes. Today, they were all decked out in leather and other BDSM attire.
I headed over to the Medical Van to check-in with Joey, but didn’t see my Gap man anywhere. Until, I recognized a very familiar, sexy, slightly hairy butt protruding from ass-less chaps. I clutched my chest. Joey turned around and roared with laughter as he came over to catch me from falling.
“Wha…Wha…Who…Where…” I stuttered.
He continued to laugh. My handsome husband stood before me in leather ass-less chaps, his red Medical Team t-shirt, a black leather vest, a spiked collar, handcuffs hooked to the belt loop on the chaps, and his stethoscope draped around his neck. Oh, I do love this man.
“Where did you get those?” I finally spit out.
Joey pulled me into a hug as he continued to laugh. “One of the EMT’s who was supposed to work this shift got pulled over to the lunch stop. So, I asked if I could barrow them. What do you think? Should I get a pair for home?” He continued to laugh, so amused at my complete and utter shock.
“I have to pee.” I announced. He kissed me and I headed to the POPs. I was really starting to appreciate the genius of indoor plumbing.
After relieving myself, I decided that it was time to get back at My Love. I removed my camera from my camel back and headed back to the Medical Van. Many incriminating photo’s later I headed out onto the road.
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June 7 - Day 3 – King City to Pasa Robles – 75 miles – 1100 feet of hill climbing
Joey woke me with a kiss on Day 3. “I have to get going my boy. It’s going to be hot today. Over 100 degrees. Make sure that you stay hydrated. I’m working the night shift tonight, so I won’t see you until you get back to camp. Be safe. I love you.”
“Love you, too.” I said and kissed him goodbye.
Exiting King City, we passed a school that had brought out all their students to wave and send us well wishes. It was so amazing to see hundreds of children rooting us on.
By 9:30 am it was already pushing 90 degrees.
After pit stop two, I passed a lone woman standing on the side of the rode holding a sign that read, “Thank you for riding for my son, Steven 1972 – 1996.”
Later in the day, I passed a lone rider on a bike with an empty children’s tandem hooked to it. From the seat of the children’s bike hung a picture of a little girl, with a note that said, “I ride for my niece, Carmen 1996 – 2002.”
I returned to camp emotionally and physically exhausted. I went to find Joey first thing.
I knocked on the Medical Van door and went in to find Joey sitting at the kitchen table. I went over and slid in next to him at the table. I rested my head on his shoulder and cried. Joey embraced me, “You look horrible. How do you feel?”
“I’m tired.” I said.
“Your dehydrated” he responded. He went into the van fridge and took out a Gatorade. “Drink this, please.” Joey handed me bottle.
“I’m gonna go shower.” I took the Gatorade and started to get up.
“Sit. Drink. You can have a shower in a little while.” I sat back down. “I expect you to do a lot better job hydrating tomorrow, boy o’.”
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June 8 - Day 4 – Paso Robles to Oceano – 70 miles – 1800 feet of hill climbing
I stopped by the Medical Van to say goodbye to Joey before I set off. He was just getting off shift, so he grabbed my gear from me, held my hand, and walked me over to bike parking to see me off.
“Baby, you still aren’t looking that great.” He felt my forehead. “I want you to make sure to drink a lot today, and slow down your pace a bit.”
I nodded and leant into kiss him goodbye. “I’m working Pit Stop Three again today. So, I’ll see you this afternoon.”
I hopped on my bike, depressed, tired and really not looking forward to a long hot day of hills.
I talked myself up the first 1100-foot climb and cried during the incredible freeness I felt during of the 1700-foot decent that took me into the 2nd Pit Stop. The crew had a Hawaiian theme going. I got laid, visited the POPs, and got back out onto the road.
I got to lunch and wasn’t feeling very well, but I forced myself to eat most of my lunch and got back on the road.
About 5 miles out of the lunch stop I started feeling flushed and dizzy. I pulled over and decided to take a short rest. A couple of sweeper vans passed by and I gave them the thumbs up that I was fine.
The rest didn’t seem to help and I started feeling worse.
I started to wretch and began vomiting. I didn’t notice the sweeper van pull over or that anyone was there with me until I was offered a bottle of water.
“Hi, what’s your name?” The volunteer van driver asked.
“Michael. Thanks for the water. I’ll be fine in a minute.” I said trying to stand.
“We’re going to take you up to the next Pit Stop and have the Medical Team check you out.” The driver started to steer me into the van.
“Really, I’m just going to rest a little more.” I said.
I heard the other Sweeper Van Volunteer over the walkie-talkie. “Van 18 to Pit Stop 3. Over.”
“Hey, Van 18, this is Pit Stop 3.”
She continued to talk into the walkie-talkie, “We just picked up San Francisco Rider #1226, he was vomiting on the side of the rode about 5 miles past the Lunch stop, we’re going to bring him into Medical, can you let them know. Over.”
“Sure thing, Van 18, we’ll see you in a little while.”
The driver sat me down in the minivan and helped me buckle my seat belt. “Sorry, Michael, your gonna have to be cleared by medical before you can rejoin the ride.”
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Van 18, dropped me off right at the Medical Tent, and Joey was waiting looking frantic. He helped me out of the car and walked me over to the shaded medical tent. “Oh, Mikey, you haven’t been drinking, have you?”
“I drank some.” I said.
He sat me down on an exam table and took my blood pressure. “It’s low, baby. I need to get a temperature to see if you are starting to get heat stroke.” He laid me down, and started to turn me over.
“No, Joey, please.” I started to cry.
He pulled over a couple of curtain screens for privacy, and pulled a sheet and blanket over me. “Lift your hips for me baby, so I can lower your shorts.” I did as he said but continued to beg for him not to take my temperature this way.
Another member of the Medical Team entered the screened area, with an IV and a lubed thermometer. She handed Joey the dreaded glass rod. “Please, Joey.” I continued to beg.
“Shh, my boy.” He raised the sheet, separated my cheeks and inserted the thermometer into my bottom. I let out a little whimper.
“Hi, Michael. My name is Lane. I’m going to start your IV. Okay?”
“Lane, honey, you know, at this point, I’m in a parking lot with a thermometer up my butt, I really don’t care what you do.” I whined.
About 45 minutes later, I had to pee so I called for Joey. He signal for a volunteer to come and escort me to the POP.
Sister Kat O’Ninetails of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence arrived at my side. She placed her hands together and gave me a gentle nod. “I am here to escort your majesty to his throne.”
I rolled my eyes at her.
“Listen honey, that handsome doctor of yours, says you need an escort to the loo, so I am here to oblige.”
I sat up. Sister Kat helped to put my shoes back on, she slid her arm around mine and we were off. “Your mother must be so happy you landed yourself a big doctor.”
“He’s a Physician’s Assistant.” I corrected her.
“Same diff.” She said. She waved at one of her sisters as she opened the POP door for me. “I’ll wait here for you. Don’t lock the door. Knock if you need me.”
I came out of the POP and Sister Kat was chatting with another of her order. “Sister Hysteria this is…”
“Michael.” I said.
Kat reattached himself to me. “Oooo, honey, Michael has married himself a big handsome doctor.” Kat placed a hand over her mouth, as if to make a discreet comment, but lowered his voice none, “takes his temperature the naughty way.”
I turned the brightest shade of pink possible. Sister Kat gave me a wink. I forget what Bitches the Sisters can be.
I was deposited back at my cot and pulled the sheet and blanket over my head and let out a muffled thanks.
I spent the rest of the afternoon under Joey’s care; two more IV’s, two more temperature takings, and several hours of sleep.
At 5:30, when the Pit Stop closed for the day, Joey escorted me to the Med Van and we traveled back to camp. We had dinner and I was promptly put to bed.
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June 9 – Day 5 – Oceano to Lompoc – 55 miles
I was not a happy man on the morning of Day 5. Joey put me on the Medical list and I wasn’t allowed to ride.
I pouted. Big time.
The camp was virtually empty as all the riders were now on the road. There was just the packing crew, the 40 or so other riders who weren’t allowed or had chosen not ride, some of the Medical Crew and a few other stragglers.
We were sitting on the grass by the two large busses waiting to transport everyone to the next campsite, when I told Joey he was a big overprotected asshole. Joey was a little short tempered that morning and didn’t really appreciate the name-calling. He got up pulling me with him, and dragged me into the handicapped accessible POP, locked the door, and promptly pulled my sweats down. As I was going commando at the time, this left me bare. Joey applied several dozen quick yet firm swats, and returned my sweats to their proper position, “If you want to be able to sit on your bike tomorrow, you better get your temper in check boy o’.”
We went back to the grass to wait for the exit of the busses, this time with me lying on my side resting my head in Joey’s lap, while he petted my head. I was still a little a sniffly when Sister Kat walked by and gave me a little wink and blew Joe a kiss.
Bitch.
I spent most of the rest of my day resting on our air mattress in the corner of the Medical Tent.
At lunchtime, Joey brought me a turkey sandwich and then lay down to cuddle with me, until I fell back to sleep.
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June 10 – Day 6 – Lompoc to Ventura – 96 miles
Joey removed my name from the Medical list and allowed me to ride on Day 6. “I’m working the Lunch Stop today. I want to check you out when you get in; then I’ll let you know if you can finish up the day. I want you to be finishing your camel back between the pit stops. Got it?”
I saluted and then leant in for my goodbye kiss, which was accompanied by a swat to my butt. I smiled and set off.
The five members of the Lompoc GLBTQ organization were outside of camp with a big rainbow flag cheering us on. My heart gave a pleasant shudder at their presence.
The ride got stopped for about a ½ hour a few miles outside of the 1st Pit Stop (it was drag day). About 700 riders were crammed together…we sang…did the wave…exchanged stories about the ride and why we rode.
I got to lunch and went to see Joey for my “clearance.”
“You look great!” He said, pulling me into a strong hug and quick kiss.
“I feel good. Can I keep riding?”
“How much have you had to drink? How many times have you peed? I can see you have been sweating. You sure you are feeling good?”
I answered all his questions and passed inspection.
“Can you have lunch with me?” I asked.
“Nope, sorry boy o’. But let’s have dinner together on the beach tonight.” Joey suggested.
My eyes lit up and I kissed him again. “That sounds great. I’ll see you back at camp.”
When I got back to camp, Joey had the tent all set up and a picnic dinner packed. “Mikey, go shower and then we can head to down to the beach.”
I ran into Sister Kat outside the showers. “Ohhhh, Michael, darling, how are you feeling? Did you doctor have to check your temperature today?”
I smiled sweetly, “No, Sister, but thank you for asking after my health.”
“It looks like you got a good ride into day, Hmmmm?” She asked.
“Yeah, it was beautiful today. I had a great ride.” I replied.
She patted me on my butt, “I was a little worried about how comfortably you would be able to ride, after your little spanking yesterday?” She winked and was on her way.
Bitch.
I got back from the shower wearing my softest sweats, grabbed a blanket, sleeping bag, Joey and our dinner and we left for the beach.
We got to the beach spread out our blanket and ate. Dinner wasn’t anything fancy, just the burgers, salad and chocolate cake the Ride was serving. But, after spending so much of our vacation apart, I was just happy to be with Joe.
The wind made the night a little chilly so I was glad I had brought the sleeping bag.
Joey sat between my legs and leaned up against my chest. We cuddled and shared stories of our day until it was dark. I pulled the sleeping bag around us. “I think I could live my whole life just like this.” I said wrapping my arms around Joey.
Joey scooted back a little and rubbed himself against my crotch. “Just like this,” he whispered. I slipped my hand into his shorts and took hold of him. “There’s lube in my bag,” he panted.
“Joseph Christopher, there are people around.” I teased.
“I’ll by quiet, if you will?” he whispered back as he wiggled out of his shorts and underwear, while I slipped my sweats down.
I grabbed the lube and liberally applied it to my dick. Joey raised himself slightly and then settled himself on me. I put one hand around his waist and engulfed him with the other. Joey made sure to hold the sleeping bad closed around us. We slowly moved together. I whispered into his ear, “I could live my whole life just like this.”
“Me too.” He said and turned his head to kiss me.
As usual, I came first. Joey followed shortly after.
We returned ourselves to a state of dress and spent another hour lying under the sleeping bag, kissing and giggling. When I began yawning, Joey began to collect our gear and steered us back to our tent and to bed.
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June 11 – Day 7 – Ventura to Los Angeles – 75 miles
Day seven was such a blur of emotions.
What I remember most was 40 miles of some of the most beautiful coastal scenery I have ever had the pleasure to be around. The sky was grey and the weather was perfect for cycling.
When I entered Malibu, I was exhausted, amazed that I although I hadn’t ridden the whole 560 plus miles, I had ridden about 500 of them. The shear adrenaline and rush of my accomplishment and of being near the finish carried me for the final twenty miles.
I met Joey at the Closing Ceremony’s staging station. We spent the rest of the afternoon socializing with my cycling team, eating ice cream and taking pictures with all the friends we had made.
Joey was feeding me ice cream when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Sister Kat. “Take a picture with me sugar.” He said, handing his camera to Joey and pulling me into an embrace.
“I’ll take it on the count of three.” Joey said.
“One…”
“Two…”
“Three…”
“Did you have a good time on the beach last night sugar?”
My mouth fell open. Biiiitccchhh.
Author: Tarabeth
Pairing: Joey/Michael
“Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like”
-- Queen
This year Joey and I had decided to do something a little different for our Vacation.
Okay, so that isn’t totally honest.
Different, yes.
We decided (well technically, I guess), but mostly no.
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November
I decided that I wanted to ride my bike from San Francisco to Los Angeles, in seven days, with 2,000 other people. So, I went out and spent $3,000 for a new Cannondale Six13 road bike, another $1,000 in cycling gear and clothes (remember the clothes make the man), and registered for the AIDS Lifecycle. The funny part is that I forgot to mention any of this to Joey. Hmmhmm.
So when our credit card company called the next day to verify a large purchase, he was a little shocked.
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I have been working in HIV prevention since I was 16. Coming out at the age of 15, in the Bay Area, in 1989, was a bit scary; I was sure I would never live to see 21.
When I got my driver’s license the next year, I started driving myself into the city every weekend to protest with ACT UP. In the two years I spent with ACT UP, I watched a lot of bright, talented young men die. They were my friends and mentors. I watched them loose their health, careers, families and partners to the stigma of AIDS. I vowed that I was going to stay HIV negative and devote my life to helping others do the same until their was a cure for this horrible disease.
So here I am, seventeen years later, sitting in the Board of Director’s meeting for the non-profit of which I am the executive director. We are a small agency that provides HIV prevention programs to men who have sex with men.
I shifted a little in my seat as my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. “911, call me immediately. –J”
It wasn’t unusual for me to receive urgent calls from staff during meetings, so no one took any notice as I glanced at the screen on my phone. I waited a couple a minutes for the group to finish on the present topic, and politely asked if we might take a short break.
My hands shook as I dialed Joey’s cell. It wasn’t normal for him to send me urgent messages like that, and I was terribly concerned about what was going on.
“Mikey?” Oh Lord, he sounded frantic. Not good. Joey doesn’t do frantic. Joey does rock steady.
“Joey, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Okay now I was starting to get frantic. I do frantic very well.
“I just got a call from the bank, someone has stolen your identity. Can you get away from work? We need to call the police and file a report, cancel all the other cards, put an alert on our accounts…” Joey continued on and I became more frantic.
I have had a few friends who have had their identity stolen; it is a real mess and can take years to clear off of a credit record. This was a mess. Crrraaaappppp. I just ordered my bike on that card; I hope this doesn’t affect the order.
Oh, Fuck!
“…They spent over $4,000 at some bike shop yesterday. Can you believe that? How the hell does someone spend $4,000 at a bike shop?”
Well, quite easily actually. “Mikey?”
I got up and shut the door to my office. This could be bad.
“Mikey?” I let out a small whimper. “I know this is huge shock and kind of scary.” His voice switched over to that of my rock. Calm and reassuring that we would fix this and it would be okay. “Can you leave? I’ll come get you, we’ll come home and start making calls.”
I was still unable to speak. This was bad. “Mikey?”
“Heh, Heh…you see…” I let out a nervous little giggle. At moments like this, it really amazes me that I am a highly respected member of the community.
“MICHAELLLL?” Oh crap, now he knew. “What is left on your schedule today?”
“I have about an hour and half left of this Board Meeting, I need to sign the payroll checks, and then I was just going catch up on some paperwork.”
“How urgent is the paperwork?” he asked.
“Nothing that can’t wait.” I answered.
“I will pick you up in two hours, make sure you have everything finished.”
“Joe, I have my car here, I’ll come right home when I finish up. I promise.” I knew it was futile, but it was worth a try. I hate when my car gets left. It means I am in big trouble and cannot be trusted on my own.
“Michael, I will pick you up in two hours, no more. Do you understand?” Ah, my rock. Sometimes, I wish he were just a little easier to move.
“Yes, sir. I will be ready.” I hung up my phone and headed back to the boardroom.
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I looked out my office window and saw Joey and his Prius at the stoplight getting ready to turn onto my street. When my husband became a Yuppie, I may never know.
I shut my computer down, turned off my office lights, and handed the signed payroll checks over to my assistant, “Jimmy, I’ve got a bad headache coming on. I’m going to head home for the day. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Are you okay to drive? Do you want me to call cab?” He was such a sweet young man.
“No, thanks kiddo. Joey’s just pulling up now to pick me up.” I leaned over his desk to give him a goodbye kiss.
“See you Michael. I hope you feel better.”
I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed down the stairs, out the building and over to Joey’s car. I opened the passenger door and started to get into his car. Joey placed his hand over the car seat, preventing me from sitting down, and shot me a very stern look. “Where are you parked?” he asked.
“In the garage at 4th and K. The jeep will be safe there for the weekend.” I conceded and again tried to get into the passenger seat.
“I am not sure spending $25 a day to leave your car in the city is in your budget right now.” Ouch. I looked down at the ground and kicked my heals against the curb. Joey let out a soft sigh, “Hop in. I’ll drive you over to get it, and then I’ll follow you home.” Joey leaned over to kiss me as I finally climbed into his car.
I kissed him back. He always knows just what I need. It was going to be a long night, but from his kiss I knew we’d get through it.
“I’m sorry I worried you.” I said. He took hold of my hand and held it softly, gently stroking the back of my hand with his thumb until we reached the parking garage.
He gave me quick peck on the cheek and let me out at the entrance, “Okay, boy o’ mine, I will meet you around back, by the exit. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I grabbed my bag and headed for the garage stairs and up to the third floor to retrieve the jeep. As I exited the garage, I saw Joey parked on the street waiting for me. He waived me out. I pulled into traffic and Joey pulled out right behind me and followed me home.
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I pulled into our garage and Joey pulled in after me. I sat in the jeep for a minute, not really doing much other than contemplating my navel. It is quite a cute a navel if you must know. It has a little silver flower with a green stud hanging in it. I love when Joe…
The driver side door opened.
Crapppp. “Can’t I have any privacy, Joseph?”
“I would have thought more about the $25/day parking charge, if I knew this was the mood driving home by yourself was going to get me.” Joey held out his hand to help me out.
“Hmphh.” I said as I climbed out. I had only been standing upright for instant before I felt Joey land several very firm swats to my backside. “Yeouch!”
His hand stayed on my butt after the last swat and he gently pushed me towards the house. “Go pick a corner Timothy Michael.”
I hate it when he uses my first name. I had a tendency as a child to be a bit clumsy. Okay, not just as a child. But, when you are a clumsy kid named Timmy…life sucks.
“Mom, Timmy fell in the lake.”
“Dad, Timmy fell off the ski lift.” Yes, I actually did fall off a ski lift.
“Mom, Timmy’s lost.”
“Dad, come quick, Timmy’s hurt.”
The family joke was that I was not allowed around wells. Ha, Ha. My family think they are such fuckin’ comedians.
Anyway, when I left for college, I became Michael.
I headed over to my favorite corner in the lounge. It has a window to the garden just to the side of the corner, and I can often catch a nice view of the garden instead of just plaster.
I could hear Joey in the kitchen starting a pot of coffee. “I’d like a cup.” I shouted from the lounge.
It seemed like an instantaneous series of swats landed on my butt. “Hey.” I spun around to face Joey.
“Michael, my boy, are you supposed speak from the corner without being spoken to?”
“No.” It always amazes me how interesting our floors are when I am in trouble.
Joey placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me back to face the corner. “Are you allowed to turn yourself around without my permission?”
“No.” I answered. Several more swats. These were usually one-swat questions; the fact that I was receiving multiple swats so early in the evening was not a good sign.
“That would be correct. Now, I strongly urge you, to stay quietly in this corner, until I am ready to discuss the $4,000 charge you made on OUR credit card yesterday.” Joseph punctuated that statement with one very firm swat.
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Eternity passed and I began to kick at the baseboards.
Swat! Swat! Swat!
Yeow! My hand moved back to protect by backside. Joey leaned forward and kissed the back of my head. “Stop fidgeting.”
Bastard.
I have fidgeting issues, and those of us that are fidgetedly impaired feel it is very unfair for us to be swatted for movements that we have little to no control over.
I stopped kicking, but it took all my self-control to stand still. It was making my brain hurt, because it frantically wanted to send movement impulses out to my limbs.
Finally, I felt Joey’s arm around my waist; I leaned into him, rested my head on his shoulder and began to cry. He brought his other arm around me and held me in his firm embrace.
I cried with the frustration of being in this situation. I cried in anticipation of what was yet to come. I cried because I never meant for this to be a bad thing. I cried because I had freaked Joey out. I cried because, being in his arms was the safest place I knew, and I was truly thankful to be there.
When my tears began to subside, Joe led me over to a chair at the kitchen table and handed me a warm cup of coffee. He sat down on the chair next to me and placed his hand gently over mine, “Alright, boy o’, tell me.”
Dandelion, our cat, began to do figure eights between Joe and my legs. Joe patted his lap, “’m ‘ere Dandy.” She jumped onto his lap and walked a few circles before she settled.
Joey began to gently pet her.
“I am going to do the AIDS Lifecyle ride.” I started.
He let out a sigh. “I thought it might have to do with the Ride. But, last I remember we were still discussing your doing the ride this year.”
“I registered to do the ride.” I stated. Joey raised his left eyebrow. The one eyebrow raise is not a good thing; it usually comes with the ‘Excuse me young man look?’ Ahh, and there it is. Fuck, I’m in trouble.
“Excuse me? You did what?” Ow, the eyebrow, look and the actual question.
“I registered to do the ride.” I said a little more timidly this time.
“Yes, I heard you the first time, AND AS I SAID, I don’t remember OUR making a decision about whether or not you were going to do the ride this year or not. Did I miss something?”
“Umm…,” his eyebrow raised higher, “…no.” I said as I began to fidget with my thumb ring.
“So, boy ‘o, why did you register?” He asked. I started to answer, but Joey continued with, “and I don’t were hear, ‘I wanted to’.”
Well crap, there goes my answer. I sat quietly twirling the ring around my thumb.
“Michael, why did you register for the ride before checking with me?”
I still had no answer.
“Okay, we will move on for now. What made you think you could spend $4,000 for a new bike?”
“It was only $3,000.” I stated.
“Oh, only $3,000…and what did you spend the other $1,000 on?” he asked.
The clothes make the man. What the fuck was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking that’s the problem... the shopping fairy possessed me and I had no control. Damn shopping fairy has got my fanny tanned more times than I can count.
“Michael?” Joey asked.
Tears were starting to well up in my eyes and my nose was starting to run. I shuddered and let out sigh as the tears began to fall. “It was the fairy, Joe. I couldn’t help it. She just takes over. After she made me order the bike, she just went crazy with the cycling gear.”
“For Christ’s sake, Michael, you are a grown man. We all have our demons, but that fairy is seriously detrimental to your health.” He let out a small smile and pulled my chair and me closer to him.
I rested my head on his shoulder and began to rub Dandy’s ears. “I’m sorry, I just really wanted it, and we had kind of talked about me getting a new bike.”
“Michael, do you register for 7-day, 600 mile bike rides, without my permission?” He calmly asked.
“No.”
“Do you make huge purchases, whether possessed by the shopping fairy or not, without my permission?”
“No.”
He continued, “And, Michael, what is it called when you do these thing without telling me or getting my permission?”
The tears were falling more rapidly now, “Deceitful.” I answered.
“What happens when you’re deceitful?” He asked as he helped me stand up.
I was now shuddering and overtaken with tears, “I get punished.”
“Yes, you do. Give me your belt.”
I continued to cry as I undid my belt, slid it off, and handed it to Joey.
“Can I still do the ride?” I asked as Joey, lay my belt over his thigh and began to undue my jeans.
“I don’t think you’ll like my answer right now and in a few minutes I can’t imagine you will even want to THINK about sitting on a bike for 7 days.” He lowered my jeans and boxers and pulled me over his lap.
Joey rested his hand on my bare bottom, and asked, “Why are you being punished?” He began to gently rub his hand over my cheek, waiting for me to answer.
I sniffled, “I was deceitful and gave into the shopping fairy.” I glanced back over my shoulder at him.
He patted my fanny, “Blaming poor defenseless fairies, has landed you over my lap too many times, Michael.” He gave me a very severe SWAT. “I want this to be the last time!” SWAT, SWAT, SWAT. “Do you understand?” He continued to spank me until it felt like an inferno had erupted on my butt.
I was so thankful when he stopped. It was one of the worst spankings he had ever delivered. I was sobbing so hard and couldn’t wait to crawl into his arms and be forgiven. I started to wiggle off of his lap because he had forgotten to loosen his grip on my waist. The wiggle didn’t get me anywhere. I turned and looked over my shoulder to see Joey doubling the belt up into his hand. “No, Joey, please.”
He released his grip on me and I lowered myself to the floor. “Please, don’t I can’t take the belt.”
Joey didn’t seem to take any notice as he took hold of my arm and stood me up. “My bottom hurts to bad.”
He bent me over the kitchen table. “Please. I can’t take it.”
“Michael, this was completely unacceptable behavior and we have talked about your shopping habits too many times. I want this spanking to be memorable enough that we will not have to do this again!” and the belt tore across my butt.
By the time he landed the last blow, I was gasping for breath, I had been sobbing so hard. Joseph stood me up and helped me to hobble, with pants and shorts around my ankles, back over to the corner.
With my fire hot bottom on display, I was left to sob in the lounge corner. It is rare that I get left in a corner after a spanking; it usually means that I have more thinking and eventually more talking to do. Neither of which seemed particularly appealing at that moment time.
It is even more rare to have to stand at full moon following punishment. Today, it was mostly because to restore my pants would not have been conducive to the thinking that was supposed to be taking place. Although, it was clear that Joey was trying to send a very clear message of my naughtiness by leaving me there with my pants pooled around my ankles.
As if the message he left blazed on my backside wasn’t enough.
Quite an eternity after my sobbing had faded to the occasional hiccup, Joe asked, “How’s the thinking going?”
“FINE.” I replied, a little more snidely than was healthy.
Several swats later, “Well, I’ll just let you get back to it then.” Joe said while taking a seat on the sofa. “I’m going to sit here and read the paper, you come join me when you are feeling civil enough to talk.”
“Hmph.”
“Excuse me?” Joey asked as he began to set the paper down.
“Sorry.”
“That’s better.” He said as he picked the paper back up.
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It was starting to get dark; and I was getting fidgety. Despite the heat still blazing from my fanny, I was freezing.
I heard Joe get up off the couch, which caused me to franticly respond, “I’m still thinking, and I’ll stop fidgeting.”
He said nothing, but wrapped a big soft blanket around me, helped me step out of my pants, and laid me down on the couch beside him. He began to stroke the hair off my forehead, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy.
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When I woke up the next morning, I was in our bed, resting my upper body on Joey’s chest, and feeling the very urgent need to pee. I tried to gently roll away, so as not to wake him, but the expletive that escaped my mouth as my butt touched the sheets, started his stirring.
“Sore?” He asked.
YOU THINK! “A little.” I responded and headed to the bathroom.
“Hop in the shower, babe, I’ll go start breakfast.” Joey said, as I heard him making the bed.
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I sat down (with a wince of pain) at the table to my favorite breakfast, a bowl of yogurt, fruit and granola. Joey sat across from me, “We need to discuss the rest of your punishment.”
“Wa west.” I tried to say with a mouth full of food.
“Yes, the rest.”
I gulped. In case you didn’t know, gulping granola is a little painful.
“I called the bike shop last night and cancelled the bike order. You are taking ALL the merchandise back this morning.”
“Yes, sir.” I paused. “So, I can’t do the ride?”
“We’ll talk about that in a minute.”
Crap, that meant there was still more punishment.
“Please, go get your wallet.” Joey instructed.
I went into the hall, collected my wallet from the entry hall table, returned to the kitchen and handed it over to Joe.
He opened my wallet and began to remove my credit cards. “These will be returned to you, when I feel you are better able to control your relationship with her fairyness.”
“Wait, Joey, that one is my bank card.” I advised him pointing to my visa check card.
“Yes, I know. You will be on a strict allowance at least for the next 6 weeks. At the beginning of each week, I will give you a weekly allowance. During that week you will keep track of all of your expenditures. At the end of each week, I will review your expenditures and what you anticipate your needs will be for the following week, and then give you your next weeks allowance. If all goes well at the end of the six weeks, I will return your bank card to you.”
I stood up causing my chair to fall backwards to the floor, “FUCK THAT!!!!!” I exclaimed while grabbing for my cards.
He moved the cards out of my reach and then placed them in the front pocket of his bathrobe.
The fucking Rock of Gibraltar spoke again, “Michael, I believe you are still quite sore from last night. I really don’t think you want to give me any reason to add to your pain. Now, pick up your chair and SIT back down.”
“Fuck you, Joey.” I said as I picked up my chair and began to exit the kitchen.
Joey grabbed my arm, pulled me to his side, lowered my shorts and boxers and applied a dozen or more quick swats to my bottom. When finished, he motioned for me to pull my shorts back up. I did. He took me by the arm and (OW! OW! OW!) sat me back down in my chair.
He stood next to me, and asked, “Are you able to have a civil conversation with me?”
“NO.” Duh, was he not paying attention?
Joey lifted me back out of me chair, applied several more swats, and escorted me to the kitchen corner. The reheated sting in backside was smarting. I was shuddering and crying. I moved my hands to my bottom and tried to relieve some of his sting.
“We need to have this conversation, Mikey, and it WILL BE civil. You have 20 minutes to calm yourself. If you aren’t ready to talk then, we will have this conversation with you over my knee. And, Mikey, if we have to go there, it will be sometime next week before you are able to sit comfortably again.” He ruffled my hair and kissed my cheek. “Understand?”
I nodded and mumbled, “Yes, sir.”
“Good, I am going to take a shower. I will meet in you in the lounge in 20 minutes. I’ll bring the paddle, just in case, but, I really hope I won’t be needing it.” He kissed me again and headed upstairs to shower.
I leaned my head against the wall and sobbed.
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It had been about 10 minutes, when I heard the shower turn off. I decided I had better start to make the move to calm down. I let out another shudder and took a deep breath. I headed to the bathroom under the stairs to wash my face, and then started a fresh pot of coffee.
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By the time Joey entered the lounge, carrying the paddle (BASTARD), I was feeling a bit more sorted.
Joey looked over at me and asked, “Are you ready to continue our conversation?”
I nodded and took another sip of my coffee, as I watched him set the paddle down on the tea table.
Joe came over and took my coffee out of my hand and led me over to the sofa. He sat down and gently lowered me into his lap.
I rested my head on his shoulder as he embraced me.
I sniffed. “I am a grown man. I am responsible for the budget and running of a multimillion-dollar agency, and I run it well. I can’t believe you are taking away my credit cards and putting me on an allowance.”
Joey cupped my chin in his hand and raised my head so that we made eye contact, “I NEVER questioned you professionally. You are the BEST at what you do. I have complete and total respect for how you run the agency. I have never had any reason, nor do I EVER anticipate that I will have any reason to question your professional decisions.”
The tears were definitely free flowing at this point. Joey continued, “But, we are talking about your personal decisions, the ones you made that effect us, our finances and life. Now, my boy,” He began to run his thumb across my cheek, “the problem is that we have had too many of these conversations. So, I decided more extreme measures were needed to help you understand.”
I tried to nuzzle my head back against his chest, but he continued to make me hold eye contact, as he continued, “You may feel this is severe. It is. You got a bit out of control, and you know when that happens, I am going to real you in.”
Still crying, I nodded into his hand. He stopped holding my face, and instead moved the palm of his hand up my face and gently pressed my head back onto his chest and held me while I cried it out.
When I had truly calmed, Joey pushed me into a seated position next to him. “So, please explain to me what you understand about your punishment.”
I let out a big sigh, and gave my best pleading look, I placed my hand over my forehead, in a ‘woe is me’ gesture, and asked, “Haven’t I been punished enough?”
He smirked and gently shook his head. “Come on drama queen, I want you to explain.”
I let out another sigh of exasperation, before I took a serious tone. “Registering for something, with such a major commitment as the ride, without seriously talking to you was deceitful. Deceit is not healthy for our relationship and isn’t allowed. I will always be soundly spanked if I deceive you.”
Joey nodded for me to continue. “I am a responsible adult and need to behave like one, when I feel the urge to give into shopping cravings, especially purchases that could be deemed as excessive or have a major effect on our family finances.” I stopped and began to cry.
“Go on baby, you are doing great.” Joey encouraged.
I wiped my tears on my sleeve. “Because, I have demonstrated that I couldn’t do that, you have taken that option away from me.”
He nodded and pulled me into a hug. “So, now we need to talk about the ride,” he said.
I pushed away; I didn’t want to be hugging him when he told me I couldn’t go.
“Last night, after I called and canceled the order for your new bike, I registered my self”
My mouth fell open in shock.
“Hey,” Joey said with clear outrage.
I started to laugh. “Joe…” it was difficult to continue I was now laughing so hard. “Joe, you are a very fit man…” now I was crying from laughing so hard. “Joey, you don’t know how to ride a bike.” We both erupted into a fit of giggles.
Joey held his chest, trying to regain his breath so he could speak, “Michael, you didn’t let me finish. I registered for the Medical Crew.”
“Oh, pffahaaahaaaa, that makes more sense.” I fell back against his chest as we both erupted back into giggles.
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January
200 miles a week.
The holidays were lovely, but being on a budget sucked. I behaved myself, and was able to give everyone nice gifts and stay on budget. Joey returned my bankcard on New Years Day.
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March
325 miles a week, including some killer hills.
Joey gave me a very nice previously owned Six13 road bike for my birthday and returned my credit cards.
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May
450 miles a week.
Joey says I’m going to kill him in the bedroom with my new found stamina.
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June 4 – Day Zero – San Francisco
We spent the night at our favorite bed and breakfast in San Francisco. I had planned to get an early start on registration, but Joey had other ideas.
I had just gotten out of the shower and was resting my foot on the bed rail drying off. Joey walked by and gave me a playful swat on my backside.
I gave him a suggestive little wiggle of my fanny, and the next thing I knew he had thrown off his clothes, bent me over the bed, and was pounding me with all his might. Feisty little devil, my Joey is. Well, the man was really just in it for a quick fuck…and I was wanting a little more…so, I decided to do a little something to slow him down.
I raised myself a bit and turned to look at Joey, I slapped my hand back on his ass a few times and yelled, “Well, YEEEEHAAAAAW, ride me cowboy!” at which point we both fell forward on the bed giggling, Joey still extremely hard and fully inside me. I placed both my hands on his beautiful butt, raised my head up to his ear and whispered, “Take your time Sugar.”
Joey responded by pulling out. “Eha. I didn’t want you to stop.” I squeaked.
Joey turned me around, lifted me on to the bed, raised my legs to his shoulders, grabbed my gaze with his beautiful green eyes, and slowly reentered me. My boy rode me long and hard until I thought I was going to melt into him. The friction of our bellies on my cock sent me over the edge first, but my spasms dragged Joey along with me.
We lay tangled together and panting for a while until I broke the silence, “Well great, now I have to shower again.”
He planted a firm kiss on my lips and dragged me off the bed with him, “Come on we’ll shower together.”
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June 5 – Day 1 – San Francisco to Santa Cruz – 107 miles
Opening Ceremony was empowering and tearful. As the riderless bike started our journey with tears, Joey and I held hands and quietly whispered the names of our lost friends. Marc, Mike, Kevin, Joe, David, Peter, Juan, Kimberly, Claire, Tommy, Robert, and the unforgettable Miss Maybelline.
We kissed goodbye at 7:30. He hopped in the Medical Van and headed off to his station at Pit Stop 3.
I joined my team in bike parking and we waited as the wave of 2,000 riders began the journey south.
The first few miles were slow and fun. Most of the riders were still together in a big mass and crowds lined the streets to wish us a bon voyage. We rode through the Marina, past the Palace of Fine Arts, through the Presidio, Golden Gate Park and out of the City.
The climb over Highway 92 was steep and scary, but well worth it when we entered Half Moon Bay and spent the rest of the day riding along the Pacific to Santa Cruz.
I pulled into Pit Stop 3 at about 1:30. And as much as longed to find Joey, I dropped my bike and ran for the nearest port-a-potty (POP).
Ahhhh.
After the much needed relief, I headed over to the Medical Van to check-in with Joey. I couldn’t believe how swamped he was with patients. When he caught my eye, he sent me a large grin and blew me a soft kiss. I stood and waited until he finished with his current patient.
He come over and grabbed me in a firm embrace. “Eww, you stink.” He said, before he planted a sweet kiss on my lips.
“Thanks. I love you, too.”
The next thing I knew, he was checking my pulse, asking how much I had been drinking, how many times had I peed, what did I eat for lunch, how was I feeling.
He gave me the all clear, handed me a tongue depressor full of butt balm with instructions to use it all, because he didn’t feel like listening to me whine about chaffing all night.
I kissed him on the cheek and hit the road for last 40 miles of the day.
I beet Joey back to camp, retrieved our gear and set up our tent. Camp was amazing, a sea of tents, and leave it to 2,000 queens and AIDS activist to have a well decorated camp.
Once Joey got back we strolled through camp, hand-in-hand to check out the neighbors. Three tents down had rainbow fairy lights. The next row over had a white picket fence and pink flamingos. There was the tent with blow-up lawn furniture, one with a kiddie pool, etc, etc…
I slept well that first night, despite the five middle of the night trips to the POPs.
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June 6 - Day 2 – Santa Cruz to King City – 111 miles
Day two we headed back inland. The day was mostly flat, a lot of time spent riding through the strawberry, lettuce, and various other agricultural fields of Santa Cruz and Monterey Counties.
Joey was working Pit Stop One today. I found yesterday that the Pit Stop One crew were a little on the wild side. Yesterday they were all dressed as Super Heroes. Today, they were all decked out in leather and other BDSM attire.
I headed over to the Medical Van to check-in with Joey, but didn’t see my Gap man anywhere. Until, I recognized a very familiar, sexy, slightly hairy butt protruding from ass-less chaps. I clutched my chest. Joey turned around and roared with laughter as he came over to catch me from falling.
“Wha…Wha…Who…Where…” I stuttered.
He continued to laugh. My handsome husband stood before me in leather ass-less chaps, his red Medical Team t-shirt, a black leather vest, a spiked collar, handcuffs hooked to the belt loop on the chaps, and his stethoscope draped around his neck. Oh, I do love this man.
“Where did you get those?” I finally spit out.
Joey pulled me into a hug as he continued to laugh. “One of the EMT’s who was supposed to work this shift got pulled over to the lunch stop. So, I asked if I could barrow them. What do you think? Should I get a pair for home?” He continued to laugh, so amused at my complete and utter shock.
“I have to pee.” I announced. He kissed me and I headed to the POPs. I was really starting to appreciate the genius of indoor plumbing.
After relieving myself, I decided that it was time to get back at My Love. I removed my camera from my camel back and headed back to the Medical Van. Many incriminating photo’s later I headed out onto the road.
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June 7 - Day 3 – King City to Pasa Robles – 75 miles – 1100 feet of hill climbing
Joey woke me with a kiss on Day 3. “I have to get going my boy. It’s going to be hot today. Over 100 degrees. Make sure that you stay hydrated. I’m working the night shift tonight, so I won’t see you until you get back to camp. Be safe. I love you.”
“Love you, too.” I said and kissed him goodbye.
Exiting King City, we passed a school that had brought out all their students to wave and send us well wishes. It was so amazing to see hundreds of children rooting us on.
By 9:30 am it was already pushing 90 degrees.
After pit stop two, I passed a lone woman standing on the side of the rode holding a sign that read, “Thank you for riding for my son, Steven 1972 – 1996.”
Later in the day, I passed a lone rider on a bike with an empty children’s tandem hooked to it. From the seat of the children’s bike hung a picture of a little girl, with a note that said, “I ride for my niece, Carmen 1996 – 2002.”
I returned to camp emotionally and physically exhausted. I went to find Joey first thing.
I knocked on the Medical Van door and went in to find Joey sitting at the kitchen table. I went over and slid in next to him at the table. I rested my head on his shoulder and cried. Joey embraced me, “You look horrible. How do you feel?”
“I’m tired.” I said.
“Your dehydrated” he responded. He went into the van fridge and took out a Gatorade. “Drink this, please.” Joey handed me bottle.
“I’m gonna go shower.” I took the Gatorade and started to get up.
“Sit. Drink. You can have a shower in a little while.” I sat back down. “I expect you to do a lot better job hydrating tomorrow, boy o’.”
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June 8 - Day 4 – Paso Robles to Oceano – 70 miles – 1800 feet of hill climbing
I stopped by the Medical Van to say goodbye to Joey before I set off. He was just getting off shift, so he grabbed my gear from me, held my hand, and walked me over to bike parking to see me off.
“Baby, you still aren’t looking that great.” He felt my forehead. “I want you to make sure to drink a lot today, and slow down your pace a bit.”
I nodded and leant into kiss him goodbye. “I’m working Pit Stop Three again today. So, I’ll see you this afternoon.”
I hopped on my bike, depressed, tired and really not looking forward to a long hot day of hills.
I talked myself up the first 1100-foot climb and cried during the incredible freeness I felt during of the 1700-foot decent that took me into the 2nd Pit Stop. The crew had a Hawaiian theme going. I got laid, visited the POPs, and got back out onto the road.
I got to lunch and wasn’t feeling very well, but I forced myself to eat most of my lunch and got back on the road.
About 5 miles out of the lunch stop I started feeling flushed and dizzy. I pulled over and decided to take a short rest. A couple of sweeper vans passed by and I gave them the thumbs up that I was fine.
The rest didn’t seem to help and I started feeling worse.
I started to wretch and began vomiting. I didn’t notice the sweeper van pull over or that anyone was there with me until I was offered a bottle of water.
“Hi, what’s your name?” The volunteer van driver asked.
“Michael. Thanks for the water. I’ll be fine in a minute.” I said trying to stand.
“We’re going to take you up to the next Pit Stop and have the Medical Team check you out.” The driver started to steer me into the van.
“Really, I’m just going to rest a little more.” I said.
I heard the other Sweeper Van Volunteer over the walkie-talkie. “Van 18 to Pit Stop 3. Over.”
“Hey, Van 18, this is Pit Stop 3.”
She continued to talk into the walkie-talkie, “We just picked up San Francisco Rider #1226, he was vomiting on the side of the rode about 5 miles past the Lunch stop, we’re going to bring him into Medical, can you let them know. Over.”
“Sure thing, Van 18, we’ll see you in a little while.”
The driver sat me down in the minivan and helped me buckle my seat belt. “Sorry, Michael, your gonna have to be cleared by medical before you can rejoin the ride.”
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Van 18, dropped me off right at the Medical Tent, and Joey was waiting looking frantic. He helped me out of the car and walked me over to the shaded medical tent. “Oh, Mikey, you haven’t been drinking, have you?”
“I drank some.” I said.
He sat me down on an exam table and took my blood pressure. “It’s low, baby. I need to get a temperature to see if you are starting to get heat stroke.” He laid me down, and started to turn me over.
“No, Joey, please.” I started to cry.
He pulled over a couple of curtain screens for privacy, and pulled a sheet and blanket over me. “Lift your hips for me baby, so I can lower your shorts.” I did as he said but continued to beg for him not to take my temperature this way.
Another member of the Medical Team entered the screened area, with an IV and a lubed thermometer. She handed Joey the dreaded glass rod. “Please, Joey.” I continued to beg.
“Shh, my boy.” He raised the sheet, separated my cheeks and inserted the thermometer into my bottom. I let out a little whimper.
“Hi, Michael. My name is Lane. I’m going to start your IV. Okay?”
“Lane, honey, you know, at this point, I’m in a parking lot with a thermometer up my butt, I really don’t care what you do.” I whined.
About 45 minutes later, I had to pee so I called for Joey. He signal for a volunteer to come and escort me to the POP.
Sister Kat O’Ninetails of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence arrived at my side. She placed her hands together and gave me a gentle nod. “I am here to escort your majesty to his throne.”
I rolled my eyes at her.
“Listen honey, that handsome doctor of yours, says you need an escort to the loo, so I am here to oblige.”
I sat up. Sister Kat helped to put my shoes back on, she slid her arm around mine and we were off. “Your mother must be so happy you landed yourself a big doctor.”
“He’s a Physician’s Assistant.” I corrected her.
“Same diff.” She said. She waved at one of her sisters as she opened the POP door for me. “I’ll wait here for you. Don’t lock the door. Knock if you need me.”
I came out of the POP and Sister Kat was chatting with another of her order. “Sister Hysteria this is…”
“Michael.” I said.
Kat reattached himself to me. “Oooo, honey, Michael has married himself a big handsome doctor.” Kat placed a hand over her mouth, as if to make a discreet comment, but lowered his voice none, “takes his temperature the naughty way.”
I turned the brightest shade of pink possible. Sister Kat gave me a wink. I forget what Bitches the Sisters can be.
I was deposited back at my cot and pulled the sheet and blanket over my head and let out a muffled thanks.
I spent the rest of the afternoon under Joey’s care; two more IV’s, two more temperature takings, and several hours of sleep.
At 5:30, when the Pit Stop closed for the day, Joey escorted me to the Med Van and we traveled back to camp. We had dinner and I was promptly put to bed.
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June 9 – Day 5 – Oceano to Lompoc – 55 miles
I was not a happy man on the morning of Day 5. Joey put me on the Medical list and I wasn’t allowed to ride.
I pouted. Big time.
The camp was virtually empty as all the riders were now on the road. There was just the packing crew, the 40 or so other riders who weren’t allowed or had chosen not ride, some of the Medical Crew and a few other stragglers.
We were sitting on the grass by the two large busses waiting to transport everyone to the next campsite, when I told Joey he was a big overprotected asshole. Joey was a little short tempered that morning and didn’t really appreciate the name-calling. He got up pulling me with him, and dragged me into the handicapped accessible POP, locked the door, and promptly pulled my sweats down. As I was going commando at the time, this left me bare. Joey applied several dozen quick yet firm swats, and returned my sweats to their proper position, “If you want to be able to sit on your bike tomorrow, you better get your temper in check boy o’.”
We went back to the grass to wait for the exit of the busses, this time with me lying on my side resting my head in Joey’s lap, while he petted my head. I was still a little a sniffly when Sister Kat walked by and gave me a little wink and blew Joe a kiss.
Bitch.
I spent most of the rest of my day resting on our air mattress in the corner of the Medical Tent.
At lunchtime, Joey brought me a turkey sandwich and then lay down to cuddle with me, until I fell back to sleep.
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June 10 – Day 6 – Lompoc to Ventura – 96 miles
Joey removed my name from the Medical list and allowed me to ride on Day 6. “I’m working the Lunch Stop today. I want to check you out when you get in; then I’ll let you know if you can finish up the day. I want you to be finishing your camel back between the pit stops. Got it?”
I saluted and then leant in for my goodbye kiss, which was accompanied by a swat to my butt. I smiled and set off.
The five members of the Lompoc GLBTQ organization were outside of camp with a big rainbow flag cheering us on. My heart gave a pleasant shudder at their presence.
The ride got stopped for about a ½ hour a few miles outside of the 1st Pit Stop (it was drag day). About 700 riders were crammed together…we sang…did the wave…exchanged stories about the ride and why we rode.
I got to lunch and went to see Joey for my “clearance.”
“You look great!” He said, pulling me into a strong hug and quick kiss.
“I feel good. Can I keep riding?”
“How much have you had to drink? How many times have you peed? I can see you have been sweating. You sure you are feeling good?”
I answered all his questions and passed inspection.
“Can you have lunch with me?” I asked.
“Nope, sorry boy o’. But let’s have dinner together on the beach tonight.” Joey suggested.
My eyes lit up and I kissed him again. “That sounds great. I’ll see you back at camp.”
When I got back to camp, Joey had the tent all set up and a picnic dinner packed. “Mikey, go shower and then we can head to down to the beach.”
I ran into Sister Kat outside the showers. “Ohhhh, Michael, darling, how are you feeling? Did you doctor have to check your temperature today?”
I smiled sweetly, “No, Sister, but thank you for asking after my health.”
“It looks like you got a good ride into day, Hmmmm?” She asked.
“Yeah, it was beautiful today. I had a great ride.” I replied.
She patted me on my butt, “I was a little worried about how comfortably you would be able to ride, after your little spanking yesterday?” She winked and was on her way.
Bitch.
I got back from the shower wearing my softest sweats, grabbed a blanket, sleeping bag, Joey and our dinner and we left for the beach.
We got to the beach spread out our blanket and ate. Dinner wasn’t anything fancy, just the burgers, salad and chocolate cake the Ride was serving. But, after spending so much of our vacation apart, I was just happy to be with Joe.
The wind made the night a little chilly so I was glad I had brought the sleeping bag.
Joey sat between my legs and leaned up against my chest. We cuddled and shared stories of our day until it was dark. I pulled the sleeping bag around us. “I think I could live my whole life just like this.” I said wrapping my arms around Joey.
Joey scooted back a little and rubbed himself against my crotch. “Just like this,” he whispered. I slipped my hand into his shorts and took hold of him. “There’s lube in my bag,” he panted.
“Joseph Christopher, there are people around.” I teased.
“I’ll by quiet, if you will?” he whispered back as he wiggled out of his shorts and underwear, while I slipped my sweats down.
I grabbed the lube and liberally applied it to my dick. Joey raised himself slightly and then settled himself on me. I put one hand around his waist and engulfed him with the other. Joey made sure to hold the sleeping bad closed around us. We slowly moved together. I whispered into his ear, “I could live my whole life just like this.”
“Me too.” He said and turned his head to kiss me.
As usual, I came first. Joey followed shortly after.
We returned ourselves to a state of dress and spent another hour lying under the sleeping bag, kissing and giggling. When I began yawning, Joey began to collect our gear and steered us back to our tent and to bed.
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June 11 – Day 7 – Ventura to Los Angeles – 75 miles
Day seven was such a blur of emotions.
What I remember most was 40 miles of some of the most beautiful coastal scenery I have ever had the pleasure to be around. The sky was grey and the weather was perfect for cycling.
When I entered Malibu, I was exhausted, amazed that I although I hadn’t ridden the whole 560 plus miles, I had ridden about 500 of them. The shear adrenaline and rush of my accomplishment and of being near the finish carried me for the final twenty miles.
I met Joey at the Closing Ceremony’s staging station. We spent the rest of the afternoon socializing with my cycling team, eating ice cream and taking pictures with all the friends we had made.
Joey was feeding me ice cream when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Sister Kat. “Take a picture with me sugar.” He said, handing his camera to Joey and pulling me into an embrace.
“I’ll take it on the count of three.” Joey said.
“One…”
“Two…”
“Three…”
“Did you have a good time on the beach last night sugar?”
My mouth fell open. Biiiitccchhh.
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