I woke to sunlight streaming in through the window. I rolled over, feeling a hand across the bed, it was empty. I lifted my head up off the pillows, looking across the bed. No Steve. What time is it? I leaned over a little further, looking at the clock, seven thirty. Ugh! I dropped back on the pillows. I slept through the alarm. He left without waking me, and saying goodbye.

Then I remembered last night, and smiled to myself. I got hard just thinking about it. All of the marathon sex that we had. He had pounded my butt some many times, I had pounded him, not as many, but I was sore. I reached down, under the covers and felt myself. It was sore, not only my hard dick, but my ass as well. I openly smiled now, as I rolled over on my back. I reached down and pulled on myself, thinking of what we did last night. I threw back the covers with my other hand, bending my legs at the knees, spreading my legs, and watched my cock as I pulled on it. Oh, yeah. I remembered it was so hot, Steve bending me around, twisting me like a pretzel, eating me, licking, sucking. I really don't know how many times I got off. I was breathing hard now, and then I shot out, up my chest, letting it pool on me. I stroked myself a few more times, and then scooped up my shot and put it to my lips. Mmmm.

Doorbell. Shit! Now?! I got up and grabbed my shorts and slipped them on. My hardon was still there. I tucked myself down as much as I could and walked to the door. Doorbell. I grabbed the knob and threw it open. My eyes went wide. Jason! Fuck!

"Morning, sleepy head." He looked me up and down. "Did I catch you doing something?"

"Morning. Wait,what?" I looked down at myself, half hard, bulging in my short shorts, my chest and stomach all shiny from my load. I was embarrased. "Uh, no, what makes you ask?" Trying to be cool about it.

"Well, unless a snail has crossed over you in your sleep and left a trail...I guess you forgot about this morning?" He asked, taking a step closer toward me.

"Oh, that's right, the flower beds." I scratched my head. "Yeah. I had company yesterday, and we were kind of busy..."

"He's gone, isn't he?"


"Steve. He went to work, didn't he?" Another step closer.

"Yeah, he did." I turned my head and looked toward the kitchen and the clock, then back to Jason, who was right up to me now. "I was just going to make coffee..." Jason stepped through the door. "and get ready...sure, won't you come in?" I shut the door. He turned on me, pushing me against the door. His mouth went to mine, and a hand grabbed my cock. I was taken totally by surprise, but, wow, this was good. Steve...

I pushed Jason back with everything I had. I just stared at him. I wiped my mouth with one hand. "What the hell?" I asked out loud.

"I thought you'd like that. You obviously did." He said, looking at my large bulge.

"I would think you could ask first. Maybe you should go across the street."

"My aunt sent me over here." He turned and walked through into the living room. "Oh, new furniture." He said, looking back at me, as I followed him. He went to the slider, looking out through the blinds. "I see the flowers are doing well. You weeded the beds, didn't you? I know he wouldn't."

"Yes, but, how did you?..."

He turned and walked back to me, getting close, very close. He reached up and touched my nipples. "Who do you think planted them?" Jason circled them with a fingertip. "He didn't tell you, did he?"

"Tell me what?" I asked, looking down at his hands.

"About us? About Steve and I?"

"No." I whispered.

"Didn't think so." Jason stepped back a little. "You are his type, though. Very good looking, thin, his height, hung like a horse." Jason leaned forward, "He loves a big dick." He leaned back. "And it looks like you've got a really big one."

I got tense and a little angry. It wasn't just his manner, it was more of his tone. Sarcastic son of a bitch. "I think you should go." I said, matter of factly. He didn't move, but I did. I went to the door and opened it. "Now!" I said loudly. Jason stood there for a second and then moved. He walked toward the door, and then I stopped him, holding out a hand. "There's a reason why Steve and I are together. It's called mutual respect. Something that I don't think you know anything about. Find someone else to dig with." Jason walked by and I slammed the door right behind him. It's a wonder I didn't hit him with it. I locked it, turned and leaned against it. Jesus Christ! What a dick head!

I went into the kitchen and leaned against the counter with my hands for a minute. I was shaking. I pulled myself together and made coffee. I went back to the bedroom and took off my shorts. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Doorbell. Shit! If that's him again, I'm gonna punch him in the...doorbell. Damn! I shut the shower off and walked down the hall, fuming. I unlocked the door, and opened it, realizing as I did that I was naked. I stood behind it, looking around the door as I did. Evie stepped inside before I could say anything to her at all. She took the door and closed it, locking it.

"Morning, Evie." She turned around, seeing my nakedness in front of her, and then looked only at my face.

"Morning, Kevin." She said in her rapid pace. "I saw Jason come over, and then leave. I wanted to know if you were okay. You know, he's a little on the..."

"Come on, Evie." I turned and walked down the hallway, she was following me.

"...physical side. He and Steve had a big argument once out in the front yard, lots of yelling and punching..."

"Did you bring the paper?" I asked as I turned the shower back on.

"...uh, no, but I can go get it for you in a minute, if you want to read it. But, Jason, you need to be really careful of him. I mean, he's a nice guy and everything, but if he doesn't get his way..." I stepped into the shower.

"Evie, have a seat, I'll be out in a couple of minutes."

"...uh, okay. Where do you want me to sit. On the bed? It isn't made yet. I can make it for you, if you want. Kevin, are you sure you're okay? You look a little out of sorts this morning."

"Well, Evie. I don't know, maybe I am. I got woken up by the doorbell, a crazy man comes in and kisses me, I haven't had my coffee yet, and oh, I don't even know what day it is. I've kind of lost track."

"Oh, it's Friday, the 17th. Did you want coffee? I think I smell it. You think it's done? I'll go check. Be right back." Silence. Oh, my, the silence, it was good. I leaned my head against the tile wall and let the water hit my back. It, running down into my butt, felt good. I put my hands on my cheeks and spread them apart. Oh, that felt so good and it helped. "I brought the coffee for you, Kevin." I shut the water off. I opened the door. Evie was standing there in the bathroom, trying not to look at me, but failing. I grabbed a towel and dried myself. I wrapped the towel around me and walked over to the counter where she stood.

"Thanks, Evie." I said softly, then took a sip. "You're a life saver." She smiled, and blushed. "Evie, do you have a car?"

"Yes, I do, Kevin. I don't drive it much. It's parked in the garage. I never go many places, so it isn't used much. My parents actually bought the car..."

"Would you like to take me into town?"

"When do want to go? I mean we could now or in a little while..."

"Let's go in a little while, if that's okay." I smiled.

"Sure, that would be fine." She said bright and cheery. "Where did you want to go?"

"I need to go to the bank, and then I want to go to the department store Steve and I went to the other day, where we got the paint and he bought the furniture." I paused, "Damn."


"I don't even have a door key."

"Oh, I do. Steve gave me one a couple of years ago, in case of an emergency..."

"You have a key? To the house?" I asked, wide eyed.

"Sure. Like I said, Steve..."

"Huh. You have one, and I don't, and I live here, I think."

"Kevin, what's wrong?" She put a hand on my bare shoulder, as I hung my head. "Is everything okay?"

"Not really, Evie. I'm beginning to wonder if I made a big mistake moving here."

She sighed heavily, then took me by the shoulders, turning me to face her. "Now you listen to me, mister. I don't think it's a mistake. I've seen how you are with Steve, and how he is with you. I hear you guys all the time...you know,...talking and stuff...he's crazy about you. You've only been here a few days, it's all new to you. I mean, he's had a few guys here, but not like you, where they stayed here and you know...lived here. You are different. I think you need to give it some time, that's all."

I smiled at her, and pulled her to me, giving her a hug. "You're a good friend, Evie. I'm glad you're here. Thanks."

"You're welcome." She said, patting my shoulders, delicately. "Now, let's finish our coffee, and you get ready. We have a lot to do today."

"Oh, no. I almost forgot."

"What now?"

"There's someone coming at one today."


"The guy from the carpet store. He's going to take measurements of the house."

"New carpet? You're getting new carpet? I wish I could get new carpet. Mine are so worn down, it's terrible next door."

I sipped my coffee as I walked by her, still wrapped in my towel. I looked at the bed, it was made. I chuckled to myself. Probably all kinds of tracks on the sheets, I didn't notice, but she probably did. I walked over to the big dresser and pulled out my overalls. I looked in the bags and boxes Mom had brought and found a button down, pale blue shirt shirt. Evie sat on the bed, while I dropped my towel, and stepped into my overalls. I got them to my waist, tucking myself inside then put the shirt on, buttoning it, then pulling up the bibb and hooking the straps. I put on socks and slipped on my shoes. I went back to the bathroom and fixed my hair and brushed my teeth. I hung up the towel and walked back into the bedroom. Evie just stared at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You're very good looking, Kevin, when you're dressed up like that. That's a very nice shirt."

I smiled, and took her by the hand, leading her out of the bedroom. We went into the kitchen and sat on the stools at the counter. I refilled the coffee cups, fixing hers the way she likes it. We drank the last of the coffee in the cups, and then I rinsed them in the sink and unplugged the pot. We walked out together, locking the front door. We went next door to Evie's house. She went in and grabbed her things, keys, purse, and set about locking everything up. I followed her into the garage, and my mouth fell open.

"My God, you have a sports car?"

"Well, it's really not a sports car, well I guess it is, depends on who you ask I guess..."

"What is it?" I asked running my hands up the fender.

"It's a 1974 Nissan Fairlady. My parents bought it for me when it was brand new. My father liked it. He said it might help me find the right man...yeah, right...all it's found is traffic cops...they all love it...I've been thinking about selling it..."

I looked up, my eyes wide. "Really?! Are you serious?"

"Yes, I have been. I think you should drive. You can drive, right? Do you have your license? I mean, I'm sure you do. Here, why don't you drive. I really don't like the car, anyway. I always have to talk my way out of a ticket every time I go out in it." She held up the keys. I smiled and walked around the car. I took the keys from her and she opened up the garage door. I got in, and started the car. Wow. It was nice. I scooted the seat back, and got comfortable. I turned the key and it fired up. It rumbled with the exhaust, sounding very mean. I figured out the gears pretty quickly, and put her in reverse. I backed out of the garage and stopped in the driveway. Evie closed the door down, and got in the passenger side.

I backed out of the driveway and took off down the street. Evie was wide eyed the whole time. I came to a stop at the intersection, realizing that I had no idea where I was going. I looked at her. She smiled, and pointed left. Off we went. I showed her the bank book, and she knew where to go. It was no time at all and we were in the parking lot. We got out and went in.

We walked up to one of the people at one of the desks in the lobby. I asked to speak to someone about my account to do a transfer. Within a few minutes, a man in a suit walked up and asked if he could help us. I explained that I wanted to transfer funds into a new checking account to be set up. I handed him my book. He looked it over and his eyes went wide. From that moment on, it was all about 'yes, sir' or 'no, sir'. They didn't treat me like I was some kind of a kid. Once the banking was concluded, we shook hands and walked out. I had a little bit of cash in my pocket now, and felt much better.

Evie directed me to the department store that Steve and I had gone to. She knew where it was by the name on the truck that was at the house. We got out and walked in. A pretty girl walked up and asked if she could help us. I said, yes, asking where to get a key made, and where the personnel department was. She directed us to both locations.

"You're applying for a job?" Evie asked, leaning close to me. "Does Steve know? I mean, how would you get here? Have you ever worked before?"

"Yes, I'm applying for a job. I did discuss it with Steve, and he shut me down. I think he wants me to be some kind of housewife or something. And as for getting here, if I get the job, I'll buy your car, if you want to sell it."

Evie was wide eyed the entire time I filled out the application. The lady at the personnel counter was looking me up and down with some kind of leer on her lips. She was making me a little nervous. I would hate to be alone with her for any length of time. I finished the application and slid it back across the counter to the lady. She picked it up and read it. A horrible thought came to me, she knows where I live, oh god! She said it would be just a moment and she walked into a back office. She returned, smiling out of the corner of her mouth. She opened the little half door at the counter, telling me to come on back. I followed her in.

"Mrs. Herrington? Here he is." She said flatly, standing in the doorway, looking me up and down. I swear I saw her lick her lips out of the corner of my eye.

"You must be Kevin." The older lady said, getting up from her desk. She extended out a hand toward me. "I'm Amelia Herrington. I'm in charge of personnel here. Won't you have a seat?"

"Thank you." I wasn't prepared to be interviewed, but I was happy to be doing it now rather than waiting for the nerves to build up. She smiled at me, and I returned it. After a few minutes of questions and my explaining just graduating high school and wanting to go on to college, but needing a job to pay for it, a little white lie, she rose from her seat, commenting and complimenting me on being a very nice and well mannered young man, thanks Mom for making me that way, she said she would be giving me a call after the weekend. I thanked her for her time and walked out, going by the leer lady, yuck. I gathered Evie and got the key made.

We drove to a little café not far from the store and sat down for a late breakfast. We talked, well, mostly it was Evie, about the possible job and doing things around the house. Evie was really a wealth of information about Steve if you kept her on track. She loved talking about him, but would wander in her rapid pace. She knew his likes and dislikes in food, clothes, people, right down to toilet paper choices. I felt like such an idiot again, not paying attention to signs, not asking questions of him, the man I love more than anything. It slapped me upside the head, all I was interested in was sex and being with him. I suddenly knew there was so much more to all of this.

All of a sudden, I was exhausted from the overload of information that had dropped on me. My God, I had so much to think about, so much to process. But, deep down, in the back of my mind, I was more upset about Jason. More than that, Steve and Jason. Two gorgeous men, and here I was. Jason had thrilled me with that kiss, but his groping me pissed me off, but excited me at the same time. What the hell was going through my mind? I had what I wanted, or did I? Oh, don't think those thoughts! You do have what you want, a man who loves you, who wants to take care of you, who was scared when he didn't know where you were. Yes, that's it! He was scared to death thinking you were gone.

"Evie, we've gotta go." I said, looking at the check, throwing out some cash. She looked at me with wide eyes and confusion. I slid out of the booth, and held out my hand. She grabbed her little purse, and slid out, taking mine.

"But, why? Where are we going? What's the hurry? Didn't you like the coffee, because I could..."

"Evie." I said, after I got her outside. I grabbed her by the shoulders. "Don't you understand? It's all clear to me now. I know what I have to do! We need to go to the grocery store. I have to get things for dinner, a very special dinner. And I have to be back at the house to meet the carpet man. We've got to hurry."

Once in the car, we rocketed off to the store. I picked out items for a very special dinner for Steve. I wanted something else that was special, but didn't know what. Evie stepped in, seeing what I was gathering, she sighed and took control, saying something about stupid men, knowing how to screw, but not being able to put a meal together right. We ended up at the liquor aisle. She looked up and down a few shelves and found some wine. She grabbed a bottle and put it in the grocery cart.

"Uh, I can't buy that. I'm not old enough..." I said in a low voice.

"I am, so shut up." She said. Wow! A new Evie! Taking control and wheeling the cart to the register. Everything was rung up and I pulled out my new check book. Both the clerk and Evie looked at me. "Put that away. Pay me back when we get home." We left the store, Evie was mumbling more to herself than to me. I was trying very hard to listen to her. She looked at her watch. "We haven't much time. We have to hurry so you're not late for that carpet man." Groceries loaded, we jumped in the car and she directed me to get home. We pulled in the driveway and pulled out the bags as the carpet man pulled up. Whew! Timing is everything.

Once inside, I was so thrilled that my new key worked, Evie asked if I knew how to cook the lamb. I said I think so. She shook her head and said she would be right back. I was putting the things away as the carpet man was measuring the living room, the dining room, then the hallway, and the master bedroom. I still needed to find out what to do about the spare rooms. What the hell, I threw caution to the wind and had him measure those as well. Evie returned with a cookbook. She had the page open to the broiled lamb. It looked good in the picture, I only hoped it would turn out that way. I sat on a stool and copied the recipe from the page. I thanked her for the book, she smiled and thanked me for getting her out of the house. I smiled wide. The carpet man came to the counter with his figures.

I showed him into the living room and had him sit on the couch. I stood behind him, looking over his shoulder as he wrote out the bid, Evie was sitting next to him. He held up the figure to me. It took my breath away, it was a lot of money. He smiled up at me.

"I have to tell you that you picked out one the most expensive types of carpet there is. But, this figure is only for the carpet and installation. The pad..."

"Pad? What pad?" I blurted.

"The pad is what goes underneath the carpet, silly." Evie said. "There are many types of pad. I know that in my house..."

"How much is the pad going to be?" I asked, cutting Evie off.

"It's already covered." He said.

"What do you mean covered?" I asked.

"The lady that was with you yesterday. She took care of it." He saw my expression. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you knew."

"No, I didn't know." I turned and looked at Evie. "My Mom, doing the 'mom' thing." Evie nodded her understanding. I looked back at him, sitting there. "So, when can you do it?"

"I can order the carpet from the mill, and have it here and installed within a week. We need to have the furniture out of the house, I'm sure you understand. I can call you when it arrives and make the final appointment with you."

"Next week. Okay. Do I pay..."

"When it arrives. I'll have you come down and take care of it then." He stood up, reached out and took my hand, then Evie's.

She walked him to the door, "You know, I'm thinking of having my house recarpeted, it's right next door, if you have a few minutes, you might want to take a look, and then you can..." Her voice trailed off out the door, as she had him arm locked with hers. I sighed, and sat down. Evie came back in a couple of minutes later. She was all smiles as usual.

I got up and started prepping for dinner, as it was half past two. Steve would be home after five, that would barely give me enough time. She helped and finally everything was prepped. I set the table, and went out and cut some flowers. I placed them in a small bowl and arrainged them for the center of the table. It looked nice, Evie said she was impressed, well, that and other things. Jeez, I needed a nap! She was exhausting, sweet, but exhausting. I set the oven, preheating it. She said she was going home, wishing me luck. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, which made me smile. I told her to come for coffee in the morning, and to bring the paper. She blushed and walked out the door.

After a while the oven was set and ready. I put the lamb in. I tossed a salad and got everything ready to go on the stove. Once again, timing was everything. Down to about the half hour mark when I thought he would be home. I got busy, checked the lamb, basting it like it said in the recipe, started to the water for the red potatoes, got the dinner rolls ready to go in the last few minutes. Okay, everything was set, bringing me to time.

I went out back and started to run some water in the flower beds. I moved the hose around, lost in thought. Then, I Snapped back as I heard something behind me. I turned slightly and saw his shadow coming up behind me. I felt those butterflies in my stomach, and I got tingely all over. I smiled to myself.

"Flowers are sure doing well, don't you think?" I asked out loud.

"Yes, very nice. Thanks for taking care of them." He answered, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me. I tilted my head back, resting it on his shoulder.

"I bet your tired, huh?"

"I am completely whipped, little man. How was your day?"

"Very busy, and very good."

"Oh, what did you do?"

"Well," I turned around in his arms, looking into his beautiful eyes, which were warm, but looked so tired. "I need to go check on dinner for you. We can talk while I do it." I took him by the hand and walked him inside, stopping to turn off the water. We went in, I went to the stove, while he sat on a stool.

"Jeez, that smells so good. Is that lamb?" I looked over my shoulder and wiggled my eyebrows at him. "It's one of my favorites, how did you...Evie, you talked to Evie." He shook his head.

I walked up to him and put my arms on his shoulders. I kissed his dirty forehead. "Yes, I did. She has been a great help to me, and is a good friend. But, I had another visitor today."

"Oh? Who?"

"Jason." Steve's eyes narrowed at his name, his jaw went tight.

"What the hell did he want?" He asked through gritted teeth. "And how the hell do you know him?"

"I met him yesterday, across the street at the Allen's. I was helping her, he delivered some plants." I went slow, watching him and his reaction. He was getting pissed, I could tell. "We were suppose to plant everything for her this morning, but as I didn't get on time, he came to get me."

"I really don't want him here." Steve growled.

"Well, that's great, because I don't either!" I said loudly. "He came in and threw himself on me. I had to throw him out! It would have been nice to know, that you have an ex that's a relation to one of the neighbors!"

Steve hung his head down. "I'm sorry, I didn't think he would..."

"Would what, ever come into the neighborhood again? With his aunt and uncle living right across the street? What the hell? Are there any more you might want to tell me about that I might have to run into around here? I mean, I don't mind that you've had others, you've even said something to me about them, but holy shit, when they throw themselves on me?"

Steve stood, glaring at me. "What the fuck, Kevin? You want me to tell you about every one of them?"

"Well, maybe, if they've been here, and maybe, if they might show up here? A little warning might be a good thing. Not like shit head, running his tongue down my throat, and grabbing my dick!"

"HE DID WHAT?!" Steve roared. His tone scared me. I stood my ground.

"He did exactly what I said he did. I threw him out." I said calmly. I could see Steve's hands ball up ino fists. "And another thing, I went and had a key made today." Steve looked stunned.

"Where did you...Evie. Goddam it!" Steve sat back on the stool. He brought up a hand to his face and rested his elbow on the counter. "I should have taken care of that. I'm sorry, Kevin. This is all turning bad, all of it, isn't it? I'm not doing what I said I was going to do." He started to sob. Mother of God, I felt like a total shit heel!

I put my arms around him, tearing up as well. "Oh, Steve. Don't be upset. It's my fault for not asking, for not talking. I've been so wrapped up with just the sex and being with you. I'm a complete idiot."

Steve pushed himself up through me. He looked at me with wet eyes, that were furious and hurt at the same time. He reached out and grabbed me, pulling me into him in a tight hug, so tight, I could barely breath. I wrapped my arms around his waist. He sobbed on my shoulder.

"Kevin, I swear to you, I'm never going to let you down again. I'll do better, I promise. And that fucker, Jason, if he ever comes near you again, I'll break every bone in his body."

"Whoa, easy there, killer. I think I took care of him. We shouldn't have to worry that now. Let's focus on us, and making us better, okay?" I tried to breath, but it was difficult. "But, Steve, sweetie, I really need to breathe." He eased his grip on me. "That's better. Now, sit down, there's a couple of things I need to tell you."

"More? More than that?"

"Yes." I guided Steve to the stool. "Now, listen to me. Listen carefully. I applied for a job today." He looked like he was going to either scream or go into a panic. "It's at the store that you and I went to to get the paint. Now, I know what you said a couple of days ago, but I've got to do something. It's not fair that you pay for everything, and besides I'll go stir crazy being here every day by myself."

Steve conceded to the reasoning behind the job. I knew he wanted me there all the time. I knew that he wanted me at home when he was off for the winter months, but he was coming to grips with reality. I slowly pulled out my bank book out of my back pocket. He looked at it in my hand.

"What's that?" He asked softly.

"My Mother gave this to me yesterday when she was here. I went to the bank this morning and verified it." I handed it to him. He looked up at me as he opened the book, and then looked at the entries, thumbing to the last page. His eyes went wide.

"Holy shit, baby, you're rich."

"Well, not really, but close."

"Then, why the job?"

"I can't just sit here. I'm going to save this for us. I want the money from the job, for the house, school, things like that." I kissed his forehead again. "Does that make sense?"

"It does. It really does." Steve put his hands on my hips. "That money is yours, and only yours. I have money saved for us to live on, plus my weekly check, which is in my back pocket. Maybe you could take it to the bank for me on Monday, since you have a way around town. Kevin, you know I love you, don't you? I mean really love you." I smiled and nodded. "I promise, from now on, it will be different between us. I think we need to talk more, like we did at first, remember?" I nodded, smiling. "I miss that. And I miss you, being with me every hour of the day, like when we were on the mountain."

"You have no idea how much I miss you." I smiled and kissed him gently. "But, we're going to miss dinner. Now, would you be a good boy and go take a shower please? You're such a dirty brute, you know?" Steve laughed as he got up. He walked down the hallway and out of sight.

I pulled the lamb out, warmed the rolls, drained the potatoes, and grabbed the salad, setting everything on the table. I stripped all my clothes off and was waiting for him as he reemerged from the hall, wearing his hot shorts that I love. He saw me sitting at the table naked, and laughed.

Yes, it was going to be a good night after all. We talked about all kinds of things over dinner. I got an answer about the spare rooms, he actually had no plans, and I could do whatever I wanted with them. We talked about the future, what he wanted, what I wanted. We washed the dishes after dinner and he carried me to bed, leaving my clothes in the dining room. We cuddled together in our bed. I was so happy that night, thankful that I had answers to my questions, and slightly relieved that my sore little butt wasn't going to get pounded, even though I wanted it, but it really needed a break. I fell asleep, wrapped in his arms, resting my head on his chest. I so loved this wonderful man.



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