When we Cum Face to Face

FUA:You all need to sit back and relax. You have now entered, ‘The RJ, Zone.

I thought about where to begin. “I can’t make any promises, Grampy. Why’d you go to work at the lumber yard when you didn’t have to?” It seemed reasonable in my mind. It was the first chapter of, ‘Robby and Ryan’.

“Let’s just say; this time, the stars aligned again and I didn’t even know. I was only seventeen, had dropped out of school, and lacked the money we have today; not that I was broke.” And I got that look.

“I’m interactive, need people, I like to be around people just to suck their energy.” And he did the ghoul fingers making me laugh.

“So? You got all your money from my Great-Great?” I asked him knowing, the answer.

“Not all, dip. Did you flippin read, or not? I was successful because I saw a need and opened doors for myself. My taxes for 1980 showed I made over three-hundred-thousand dollars; that would be like a million-three today.

I wasn’t even twenty yet. And part of that time I was recovering; most of it was on the phone.

And just so you know, when the time cums, both you and your brother will have safety deposit boxes, too.” He looked at me.

“Robby? Here’s the key.” And I questioned.

“I’ve been hording money for a long time. I have tens of millions of dollars in cash and we own a bunch of real-estate. If anything ever happens just go to Parker with this key.”

“I gotta pee, Grampy.” I walked out with the key in my hand. When I came back in I held a bottle of his second shelf scotch and two glasses. The key was in his glass.

“That, ‘Bruce Lee thing’ you did at Banners party?” I enthusiastically asked trying to distract him. Didn’t work. He took the bottle from me pouring some for himself and turning my glass over taking the key from his.

“When I was your age, I wasn’t anything more than smoke and mirrors, along with rumors about things that never ever happened; funny how that is.

I was hot as fuck; you need to understand the seventies to comprehend. And I dressed the same; not tooting my own horn, but.

Your Great, my Mom, sent me to classes when I was twelve and thirteen. I used what I learned that night.” And I turned my glass reaching for the bottle.

He dropped the key in mine, took the bottle pouring about a teaspoon in my glass. “Really Grampy?”

“Yes, really.” He replied.

From your Author’s:

This will be the first of many disclaimers. Robby and I do not promote anything you read today. I do not promote anything he has seen.

It’s just as easy as all that. Push a button, ‘Yes I’m Eighteen.” Now he can see video’s, live sex, and join Chatrooms. Is that what you want my Grandson to see???

We’re not shaming anyone except someone who feels shame. I saw all of this on my phone and he saw it on my phone and computer. RJC. RJC.

“I could have killed that ass. He never should have pushed Robby. I mean I already knew I loved him; hurt someone I love and my hurt will rain down on you. You can take that to the fuckin bank, Robby,” Copy that, Grampy.

“I can’t even imagine parties like you wrote about. Fires so big and the music with you singing slutty songs and shit.” His hand came up as I poured a little more in my glass and his.

Fast Forward.

“Hold on, right there, Slick. Wait-just-one fuckin-minute!!! You-tell-me-one-slutty-song, I sang.” And he shook his glass at me.

“I mean; really, Grampy? Let’s Get It On.” And I laughed pointing my finger at him; part of my new herd around the fire in the yard.

“There is not one slutty thing about that song, it’s-fuckin-tragic, you little ass.” And he stood.

His phone synced with the bus and music started with the lights and shit. His body moved; “Sway with me, Slick” And I stood as he paused it.

“I am not an ass, Grampy.” I told him.

“You are not an ass.” His arm softly around my neck.

“This is a boy; do you understand???” He asked and waited.

“A boy so lost in love and lust, he just can’t find the words; he-just-can’t-find-the words, Slick.” And he didn’t look at me but the others around the fence. And he hit play again.

“I’ve been trying for so…long baby, trying to hold back this feeling for so long. And if you feel like I do, then cum on, Let’s Get It On.” Watching him, was like watching him. My Grampy has a way; most would never understand.

He paused it again waving his hands around. “All he can think about; just being with the other person in that way, boy or girl, do you understand?” And I nodded not understanding as he looked at everybody then me.

The music started again. He looked around and hit pause.

I mean the outside speakers were the same as the inside ones, it wasn’t just our herd; people lined the fence. “What the; you all looking at?” He asked with a smile.

“Well? Ah. He is right,” his old friend said. “A little slutty? Really?” He just pointed and laughed.
“’Let’s get it on’” He continued giving him the bird.

“Maybe you’re on a porch, maybe on the phone, a swing in a park, or the back seat of your car. We don’t know how old you are but the need and pain of wanting, just the wanting of each other, turned that record to solid fuckin gold. Still think it’s slutty???” And he took the bottle from next to his chair pouring three fingers in his friends’ glass.

Backing up.

“You sang it slutty, more than once.” And he turned to the pictures setting the bottle down and I got a good two table spoons before he turned back to me.

“I just sang it in a different way that time, Robby. Yes, it was slutty; point one for you. Rob was there again and I had the opportunity. I never let; while hardly ever let, what you call the ‘slutty part’ out at work. I wanted my staff to understand who RJ was; your Grammy didn’t even know.” And he took a breath like one run on sentence.

“Rob had left me again and came back just a month before he died.” There was a long pause.

“I could do something other than sad Idol type stuff. I could sing generically; shit you hear on the radio.

Your Great didn’t even know.” And I took a drink from my glass like I was my dad and he had poured it sitting in the dark now, and dropped the key in his.

It went unnoticed. “Did you know all those people, Grampy?” I asked as he looked at another picture.

“I was just a guy who ran a restaurant; well, the best in all Seattle. What’s your question, Jr?”

“You really did all that shit, Grampy? Like all that Sex Offender stuff?” Google me, he said.

“That Thanksgiving? I mean, ‘Puff The Magic Dragon’”? And I took another sip from my glass.

I pictured my dad and uncle; they didn’t even know about this. Their Dad, an author now; on a site like this, telling something so personal to strangers about what he lived.

I pictured my gruff uncle at seven apologizing to his Dad because he cried singing the song in front of a hundred people. And I remember what he told him about tears.

Grampy took a swig from his glass and set the bottle out of my reach. “You know when you know something, Robby?” he asked me knowing, I did. And I nodded seeing him fighting tears.

“I knew when he sang the ‘Angle song’. That was a song I always sang to him. I knew. Didn’t know when, how, or where; but I knew.” And he gave himself a little more seeing me hold my empty glass giving me a drop and the key back.

“He rocked the windows: I thought they’d break. sang to me without making eye contact until the end, and he made up with Sid.”

“Do you know you make readers, cry; Grampy? At least, this one. Tell me about, Dreamin?” I asked and he filled his glass half full and another teaspoon for me and I dropped the key in his glass.

“Did you listen to the song??? For years without him I had those dream. I don’t want to talk about that, Jr. I don’t think you would understand.”

“Try me, Grampy.” And I waited.

“We had been through so much and it was an Anniversary of sorts. I’d put him through treatment three times and hadn’t seen him since I admitted him six months prior.” And he smelled his glass then brought it to his lips.

“That whole chapter was as it happened. It was the start of the best three years of my life, in a way; that didn’t cum out right.” And he stopped as I listened.

“I was married to your Dad’s Mom; Rob and I; Fuck. We were living the life at The Lake House; we were The Chancellor’s. He was doing so well and in a way, filled the dream I always saw for us.

Jr.? Think about that. How would you feel wishing on something for half your life? And then get it.”

“I gotta pee.” I told him again.

I really didn’t think it was too much; but it was.

“Did it happen like you said when you went to the hospital with stones?” I asked sitting down wanting more; and to move on.

“What I wrote was what Rob and Sid told me along with what I remembered. You don’t ever want those; trust me.”

I thought about my next question. I had so… many, but didn’t want to make him sad. It came to me, “You traded rings?” That was the wrong question, but he answered with tears and a smile.

“We did.” And he looked up like trying to remember.

“It was before the accident, so it must have been the spring of seventy-nine when we came back. This is the ring he gave me over forty years ago and his hangs off the picture next to my bed. It was Walt’s ring; his Dad’s actually. And the one I gave to him was mine that was my Dads.”

“Was he really stronger than you Grampy?” I asked yawning.

“Like Sylvia told us, ‘you’re stronger together’. We were stronger than each other in different ways. I was the healer and could help him. He was the keeper of the memories; secrets, memories he hid from me.” And he took a sip.

“Was it really like that when you saw his colors for the first time?” I asked.

“We need to back up,” he said.

“The stones were only the second time he’d needed to help me; well, maybe the third. You figure it out.”

“Back to your original. It scared me shitless.” And I could see his eyes get wet and he took another sip.

“As far as I know we only saw them around each other. How do you filter all that shit seeing them around everybody?” He asked wanting to know.

I dropped the key back in his glass.

“I don’t look around, focus on what is in front of me, and wear sunglasses. I remember when I was young and it just looked like rainbows cuming out of everybody’s heads. The older I get the easier it becomes.” And I offered my glass again.

“Robby? Do you see the dark ones like I talked about?”

“Only if they’re in front of me. Like I said, I don’t look around.”

“Have you ever seen anybody with no colors?” And I nodded.

“You are not the only one, Slick. You probably have the same ability.”

“You mean like I’d try sucking the energy out of them?” And I did the ghoul fingers; thought he was gonna blow scotch out his nose.

“Why’d you change up all the shit you wrote?” He knew, I knew, it was cuming.

“Now? Now, we’re back to, shit again? You got another cuming.”

“I know,” with a nod.

“If Truth Be Told. That was some of the funniest stuff. I laughed my ass off. I can totally see that. How, in the hell, did you do that???” I couldn’t even imagine.

“I think? I mean I’d have to go back. I think that too, was a distraction. I remember now! Fuck. I had a bunch of shit going on.

“Why did you choose, ‘Sound of Silence”? I asked moving forward to ‘The Start’, and backward to ‘Robby and Ryan’.

“I honestly have no idea and never saw it at the end of, ‘Robby and Ryan’. ‘The Start’, was a distraction, the song totally fit. Like I’ve said, it was after a school shooting, and my fingers just blead on the keys. Honestly blead.” He finished, and I offered my empty glass; he shook his head no.

I tilted my head and he gave me another drop. And the key. “OK. Next question.” He asked.

From your Author’s:

This is a collaboration between my Grampy and me that started months ago. He wanted to see my computer, checked the history, and realized I was a fan. I’d read everything he’d written; twice. It was my decision to jump around and shorten chapters. RJC.