Jail's Bait: Parole's Victim (Book 4)

Chapter 2

“AHHHH - AHHHHH - YIIIIIIIHAHHHHAAAH AHAHAHAHA HAAAHHH!!!!”

“What da fuck is that?” Kap wanted to know, looking upward.

“Aww, its just the parentals,” Marquis said, shrugging and shaking his head. He leaned over to pick up his half-empty glass. “You know, there are hundreds of types of liquor in the downstairs cabinet,” he said as he put the straw leaning in his glass back to his lips. “Why are drinking plain old lemonade again..?”

“An experiment,” Kap said, also sipping on a straw, watching the yellow liquid in the glass disappear one level at a time. “I figgur, the less we drink NOW, the better the buzz when we drink at our grad party..!”

Marquis appeared shocked. “Dude- our grad party is almost a week and a half away. You want us to go completely without any alcohol until then..? Are you fukkin crazy..?”

“Just trust a nicca, willya?” Kap said. “My cousin put me onto this. I’m tellin you, da more buzz we could get, the better the fukkin dat nite with Carmen and Angelina!”

Marquis looked dubiously at Kap as he opened his mouth to respond- then, thinking better of it, shut his mouth again ruefully as he kept sipping the lemonade.

Marquis Hill and Michael Donatello (nicknamed Kap), dressed in their swimming trunks, lay lazily in the back of HT on matching wicker pool-chairs, half in the shadows of Mt. Rainier on the downward slope, next to the pool which spilled over into the waterfalls that finally ended in an inland lake thousands of feet below where they rested. In front of them, a sweeping drop vista-view of the faraway Rockies and the far lands between shimmered like mist in the setting sun, which lay behind the side of the mountain they sat on. Most people nearly fainted dead away when they first gazed on the magnificence of this view, but since both Kap and Marquis were coming out here since they were known as Lil’ Marky and Lil’ Mikey, the view was just another part of their existence. Yet both had outgrown their childhood monikers long ago.

Lil’ Marquis had grown into an incredible looking young man, 6’2 with a slim cut basketball-player frame, medium brown-skinned and hazel eyes that changed color with the amount of light nearby, a peach-fuzz mustache and goatee, with the pinkest, softest looking lips a young man should almost not be allowed to have. Even his size 12 feet were sexier than most young men’s, even though he was an incredible sports nut. Marquis was a starter on their high school basketball and flag football team.

Kap, on the other hand, was only 5’9 and muscular, almost in the realm of thick, yet his muscular frame was lean and hard from his constant training on the Rainier Crest High Wrestling team, of which he as the star player helped the school proudly bring home the Western Division Championship the past three years running. His complexion was slightly darker than Marquis, and his eyes were a shade of light brown which stood in sharp definition against his complexion, usually startling those at first glance into unwittingly revealing how attractive they found him. Kap wore his hair in a low cut Caesar-waves style, with connecting sideburns ringing his strong chin, and a dark mustache rimming his sensually-shaped lips. At certain celebrity events he had been mistaken for a cover-model- several times. Agents passed him calling cards on a regular basis, which usually found Marquis laughing at him uncontrollably in the background.

Today was their last ‘Senior-Cut’ day, so they were sitting lazily out by the dappled sunlit pool only to give some extra company to Marquis's one-year old pet lion-cub, Leo- who had sandwiched himself in between the two deckchairs the boys lay on, lazily swishing his growing tail back and forth, the mangy tuft of tan hair on the end of his tail really beginning to come in, as was his wheat-colored mane, which ringed his face like a sun-ray effect. Every so often Leo would let out a low, squeaky purr- he was still too young to effect his grown-up roar. Even so, since they were so high up the echo of the squeaky growl carried across the empty miles, and those at the base of Mt. Rainier looked up curiously- wondering why they heard thunder coming from the cloudless skies. Yet even Leo’s occasional attempts at conversation couldn’t drown out the giggles and laughter coming from the open terrace doors on Uncle Mar’s and ‘Pop’s room. Far from being ashamed of it, however, both Marquis and Kap smiled and nodded their heads in approval. “They sure are happy sons-of-bitches, aint they,” Kap said, chuckling himself.

“I jus hope that one day I can end up as happy as they are,” Marquis replied, absently scratching Leo’s mane (which the great cat enjoyed immensely) and looking upwards toward the billowing drop curtains that covered those terrace doors.

Marquis and Kap both knew about Malik and Lamar’s true relationship; it wasn’t as though the two men tried to hide it, they were just discreet with those not in their circle. Because Kap was Marquis’s best friend, he was sat down practically at the same time as Marquis by Lamar and Malik, and they told the as then little boys the story of how they found each other in love- and the events that led up to Malik and Marquis both inheriting shares in the Hill fortune (the events of which are chronicled in Jail’s Bait: Parts 1-3). Both boys decided to keep their mouths shut, Marquis for not wanting his family business in the streets, Kap for the honor of being included in secrets like a member of the family.

It was so much easier for Marquis to accept that the men in his family were either bi-sexual or simply gay, because they were all so uber-masculine that the only way he would have ever known was for him to literally be told. Growing up like this gave him a much broader aspect of how the world really works, along with a smoother acceptance of those who walked a different path from the norm. Living on a financial level that only the Tilton daughters and the Britain Royals can appreciate was a prime example of walking a slightly different path than everyone else, which only helped Marquis understand his uncles, his godfather, his cousin- and even his father and grandfather a little better.

There were moments Marquis wished he’d been able to spend some time with his grandfather Atreyu so that he would have more to draw from than the only memory he DID have- which was the same day that he lost his father. His real father Rah-Rah killed Grandpa Atreyu in cold blood, right in front of 8 year-old Lil’ Marquis's horrified eyes. That also wound up being the last day that he would ever speak to his Grandma Rena. Thousands of dollars were spent in his child therapy, and he still could not understand why his grandma, who took him to the circus and the movies and helped him with his first-grade homework could blame him for his father losing his mind..? He remembered that day being eight years old, being so scared that Daddy had shot his grandpa, and with all the blood everywhere, he ran and hid his face in the pants leg of the nearest person he knew to trust- which was Daddy’s friend Joop. Marquis had been around Joop a lot since he was a baby; and he wasn’t scared of HIM. It was Daddy the little boy was afraid of that day.

It took several months before Malik and Lamar could convince him to go to the hospital to visit his father. They got all the way there, up in the mountains- before they found out that Grandma Rena had limited the guest list, naming those who were NOT allowed to see Robert- and the final crushing blow came when Marquis saw his name down as one of those forbidden to visit his own father. They came back from the hospital in silence and Marquis never mentioned the Howard family again. Right after that was when his godfather, Uncle Danny, had petitioned the court to get Robert, Joop and Marquis's surname changed from Howard to Hill so that the inheritance could properly pass to Joop and to Marquis's trust. Secretly he was glad to get his name changed, to finally say goodbye to his old life- what he associated with poverty and the ghetto. He only cared now about his Great-Uncle Joe, his Great-Aunt Joan, his godfather Danny, his Uncle Mar, his girlfriend Carmen and his …pop, Malik.

And his best friend Kap, of course.

He looked over at his boy laying on the deckchair, noting absently that only having on swimming trunks fully outlined Kap’s thigh muscles, which were tight and smooth…

“Hello..?”

Marquis jerked. “Sorry yo,” he said, shaking himself out of the reverie. “I went away again.”

“You act jus like Uncle Mar sometimes,” Kap laughed. “He spaces out like that all the time, so Uncle Malik says.”

“Yeah- but he’s a writer, he’s always seein plotlines in his head,” Marquis said, smiling at himself. “I was just thinkin about… how far we came from when we was in the hood.”

“Yo that reminds me,” Kap said, getting to his feet to stretch out the kinks. Marquis was inwardly surprised, not that Kap got up to stretch, but at the fact that when he did, Marquis's sleeping dick stirred in his swim trunks…

WHOA, Marquis said to himself- what was THAT all about..? Out loud, however, he asked, “What reminds you of what..?”

“I aint forgot what you did for me and my momz,” Kap said seriously, turning to look out at the vast expanse which led to the barely visible Rockies Mountains. “I’m gonna pay you back.”

“Not THIS again,” Marquis began, sighing.

In one of his first financial decisions as an official Hill heir, Marquis begged his mother to buy Kap and his mom a house, because he wanted his best friend to live near him once they moved out of the ghetto. Lil’ Kap was all for it, but his mother, Ms. Monifah, was a very proud woman. After much haggling and long discussions between Ms. Monifah and Marquis's own moms, Kap’s mother agreed to accept a house within walking distance of the condo as a gift- with the condition that she would continue to pay her own bills, the financial assistance ending with just the outright buying of the house. This kept her self-pride, yet at the same time, a house brought extra bills of its own. Outside of living rent free, Kap wound up not having any more financial comfort than he did before. He loved hanging out at the condo with Marquis, however, and at HT he even had his own personal staff- but outside of the fun of tagging along, Kap refused to accept any further financial assistance from Marquis for any reason; he was just as proud as his mother was about that.

“You don’t have to pay me back for the house, yo,” Marquis cut to the chase. “I wanted you near me.”

Kap turned back to look at Marquis, and for a second Marquis almost thought he saw Kap’s heart in his eyes… but then Kap turned back towards the vista-view. “I admit that while we was still kids it would’ve been hard to get over to your crib, comin all the way from Lakeview Projects on the bus by myself.”

“See how it worked out,” Marquis agreed, getting to his feet and coming to stand next to Kap, wondering why his heart was beating so fast. They silently looked over at the waterfall which dropped down almost a quarter-mile below into the forest-lake. “Who knows if we would still be az tyte if you had stayed over in Lakeview an I had moved. This way we could still go to da same zone schools, and look- now you got a shot at going to Berkeley, same as me.”

“Yeah but you going fully paid out yo pocket,” Kap reminded him; “I jus got lucky to get that scholarship- funny it was an academic one and not a sports scholarship... I’ll lose it if I don’t keep up my grades, though.”

“So don’t let yo grades slip nicca,” Marquis smirked as he looked away from Kap.

The truth was that Marquis knew that Kap was in no danger of losing his scholarship, for he had pre-paid Kap’s 4-year tuition to Berkeley already out-of-pocket. A few well-placed calls from his personal attorney and a large deposit to the financial dept, a short letter to the admissions board of Berkeley, as well as dropping the Hill family name at key points in conversation with the school administration, and all of a sudden Kap’s mom was getting a call from the Ivy-League school, offering a full four-year academic scholarship to Mr. Michael Donatello- as long as he could keep his grades above 3.0 (that part was Marquis's idea, to make it seem like it wasn’t just falling into Kap’s lap, hoping it would keep him from getting suspicious).

Kap turned to Marquis, all smiles. “I cant believe it, yo,” he said, “we’re gettin outta high school and goin to college!” And he pulled Marquis into a rough hug.

“Dat’s wassup,” Marquis said, holding onto Kap just as tightly, his eyes closed.

It was about a minute later that the Arabian horses began whinny from their stables for food; Marquis looked up, then noticed that he and Kap were still quietly hugging, neither one had let go of the other. He noticed something else while they were standing there together in their swim trunks- holding Kap skin-to-skin like that made his 11 inch dick get stiff as a board and throb like a starving drug addict. He pulled back and turned quickly around to the lazy lion cub, keeping his back to Kap to hide the embarrassing erection. “Leo!” Marquis called to his pet, hoping Leo hadn’t been alerted to the sounds of the Arabians he loved to tease, for the horses were scared shitless of him and the cub knew it.

Leo, who had not noticed the instant tension due to vigorously cleaning himself with his tongue, leapt to his paws with a swish of his tail and followed his master, who ran and jumped into the pool to divert Leo’s attention away from the passing stable-hands who were headed for the barn with mash and oats for the prize horses’ dinner. Marquis did a double-barreled flip into the deep end, banking that Leo would follow him into the water and forget about teasing the horses. Of course, Marquis's assumption was right. His splash was nothing compared to the lion, who drenched the whole area with his dive. Man and beast began play-wrestling in the now-churning pool, Leo growling with delight at the horseplay. Marquis happily called out, “Come on in, Kap!”

Kap was standing there watching Marquis and Leo having so much fun, and as he ran over to jump in the pool he was wondering to himself just why, minutes before as they were hugging, did his 9.5 inch dick get so HARD, pressed up against Marquis like that…