Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2000 22:16:02 EST
From: ARTNYC4@aol.com
Subject: joey and lucas-4

Warning: This story contains homosexual themes, and will in the future
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Joey and Lucas (Chapter 4) by Aran


PRESENT (William's Point of View) "What did you get?"

"Well, nothing out of the ordinary, except he has two different sets of
keys."

"Let me see them."

	Mark, one of my "family" members, took a set of keys out of his
pocket and held them out to me.  Could this be what I've been looking for,
what I haven't been able to get for two months now?  I grabbed the keys
from him and turned to one of the computers in my home office.  I clicked
the icon that said "Lucas' Place" and was presented with views from the
different cameras in his apartment.  I went to the doorway camera and
scrolled back the time until I found what I was looking for.  There before
my eyes was an image of Ben taking Lucas' spare set of keys.  I looked at
the keys in my hand and found that they were identical.  I couldn't believe
my luck!

	While Lucas was in France recording his album I had cameras
installed all over his apartment, this way I can be close to my love, even
if I wasn't physically there.  Unfortunately, one of the guys who installed
the camera system decided to help himself to Lucas' stereo system (I made
sure he paid for that with his life, pretty expensive stereo in my
opinion).  When Lucas got back he had the locks changed and didn't give a
copy to the Super, who had been my source before.

"These can be useful."

	I checked the camera in the bedroom, but all I could see was a
large lump under the blanket.  I sighed, wishing that I could have seen his
face.  I turned the program off and turned towards Mark.  Mark, unlike most
of the other "family" members was white; he stood at 5'11" and had a beard
and long black hair.

"We have to get him back to me."

"Um... I was wondering about that.  Why is he so important."

"Because he knows too much.  If he decided to he could send us all to jail,
or blackmail us."

"Then why don't we just eliminate him?"

"NO!!!!!"  I calmed myself down a bit "He's too rich and too public to
disappear without any noise being made.  We have to persuade him to join
us."

	I was lying.  Lucas may be wealthy, but I think his family would be
happy to be rid of him.  After his father died his mother had to take him,
but she couldn't stand him.  It was quite a scandal nineteen years ago that
a wealthy white woman had an affair with a middleclass black man.  She and
her family saw Lucas as a constant reminder of that indiscretion, and they
were really happy when the father agreed to raise him with only monthly
payments by the mother for childcare.  But when he died Lucas had nowhere
else to go, so she had to take him in.

	Lucas also wasn't too public, nobody was too public to be killed,
all we would have to do was make it look like a drug overdose.  But I
couldn't do that to my love.  I couldn't stand hurting him.  So he would
have to join me in operating the largest organized crime in the city.  My
father, Sun Jin Cheng, is the big boss of the operation, and I'm going to
inherit the operation from him when he retires.  I don't care if the others
accept him or not, so he isn't Chinese, so we're a gay couple, together
we're going to bring organized crime into the 21st Century.

	I knew all we had to do was get Ben out of the picture.  He hated
me and I'm sure that he's the one polluting Lucas' mind with negative
thoughts about me.  Also, we first got together when Ben was out of the
picture, maybe that's all that needs to be done this time, only it should
be permanent.

"What condition was Ben in when you left?"

"He was pretty bad.  Hong threw him down the stairs."

"Was he still alive?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure."

"Fine, I'll have to take care of him later."


MEANWHILE (Lance's Point of View)
	Ugh!  I can't sleep with Chris snoring so loud, he sounds like a
chainsaw when he sleeps, I'll never understand how Joey could sleep with
him in the same room.  Joey snores too, but his is much softer, it helps
put you to sleep rather than wake you up.  DAMN!  I was trying not to think
about Joey, about what he said, or about the other guy's reaction.  I think
they hate him now, but I could never hate Joey, I love him.  It took me a
long time to come to terms with the fact that I was in love with another
man, or that I liked other men at all.  The way I was raised, and my
religious beliefs don't exactly approve of homosexuality, but since I've
never done anything I guess I won't go to hell.  I've wanted to do stuff
but I was always too scared of getting caught by the other guys, and
judging by their reaction to Joey's news I was right to be scared.

	I have to talk to Joey; maybe we can get together now that I know
that he's gay.  I'd definitely do stuff with him, it can't be hell if
Joey's there.  I always thought that I was doomed to love a straight man,
but now there's a possibility that we can get together.  I would love that
so much!  I'll help him face the group, they can't throw us both out.
Maybe it'll help them to deal with it if he doesn't start dating guys they
don't know.  I just know that I have to talk to him.

	I slip slowly and quietly out of the bed and start tiptoeing
towards the door, trying my best not to wake Chris up.  Then I realized
something: I could be leading a parade threw the room and he wouldn't hear
it through his snoring.  I left the room and slipped threw the living room
of the suite to his room and slowly opened the door.  I looked in expecting
him to be asleep in his bed, all I saw was an empty unmade bed, with a made
bed right beside it.  Where is he?  I checked everywhere.  I looked in the
bathroom and in the closet.  Then I got desperate and checked the drawers.
Well, he wasn't in them, but his stuff was which meant that he probably
wasn't that far gone.

	I looked out the window and sighed.  I hope he's ok.  I was scared
for him.  He was out there in the city by himself.  I knew he could take
care of himself, but the city is filled with crazy people, and murderers,
and... and... I can't think about this.  I was starting to cry at the
thought of something bad happening to him.  I was also starting to feel
tired; now that the human chainsaw wasn't keeping me up I might be able to
get some sleep.  I slipped into Joey's bed, god the pillow smells like him,
and fell asleep, waiting for Joey to get back.


A LITTLE LATER (JC's Point of View)
	All I want to do is fall asleep.  That's normally not a problem for
me; hell I can sleep through Chris' snoring like nothing.  But the only
thing keeping me up tonight is my conscience.  I was feeling guilty about
what I said to Joey earlier.  Jeez, I basically called him a freak,
abnormal.  I was only trying to help the situation.  Why did Chris have to
blow up like that?  I have nothing against gay people, and it might be
interesting to be friends with one.  I guess Chris doesn't see it that way;
we'll have to work on that in the morning.  But right now I have to go talk
to Joey, to make sure he knows that I don't think he's a freak, and that I
still love him (as a brother).

	I don't even bother trying to sneak out of the room, Justin could
sleep though the end of the world.  As I head towards Joey's room I could
hear Chris snoring, the door to his and Lance's room was open a crack.  I
opened the door to Joey's room and saw someone sleeping in his bed.  I knew
it couldn't be him because I couldn't hear him snoring, even though it's
nowhere near as loud as Chris I'd be able to hear it from here.  I snuck
towards the bed and put my hand on the person in the bed.  Lance shot up
and inhaled sharply, I guess I scared him, but...

"What are you doing in Joey's bed?"

	Lance's eyes got really big and he started shaking, why was he so
scared?

"Um... uh... JC I couldn't hate him and..."

"Oh, you came to apologize, that makes two of us."

	Lance visibly relaxed as I said that, I guess he was scared that he
was the only one who didn't mind Joey being gay.

"Yeah, but when I got here he was gone, I guess I fell asleep waiting for
him."

"How long ago did you get here?"

	We both looked over at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it
was almost 5:30am.

"About 45 minutes."

"Where could he be?"

	Lance looked like he was going to flip out when I said that.

"Oh god JC, what if something happened to him, it's all our faults!"

"Calm down Lance, I'm sure he's fine, he's a big guy he can take care of
himself.  Besides, he probably knows some people in New York since he's
from around here, he's probably staying with one of them tonight."

	That seemed to calm Lance down a bit; I just hope it's true.  I
couldn't live with myself if something happened to Joey because of what I
said tonight.


A FEW HOURS LATER (Lucas' Point of View)
	When I woke up I was aware of three things.  One, my phone was
ringing.  Two, there was someone else in bed with me.  Three, my neck was
wet.  I looked up just in time to see a drop of drool fall from Joey's
mouth.  Seeing him I remembered what happened last night/this morning, and
now I knew why my neck was wet.  Now I had to get my phone to stop ringing.
I managed to reach the phone on the end table without waking Joey up.  I
hit the on button.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is there a Mr. Lucas Raymond at this number?"

"Who's calling?"

"This is Dr. Rodriguez from Bellevue Hospital.  Are you Mr. Raymond?"

"Yes.  How can I help you?"

"I have you listed as the local emergency contact number for a Mr. Ben
Chesterfield.  Do you know him?"

"Yes, what's happened?"

	I was starting to tremble.  I think I woke Joey up because he
wrapped his arms around me tighter.

"Mr. Chesterfield was brought into the emergency room about two hours ago
after he interrupted a robbery attempt at his apartment."

"Is he ok?"

	I was barely able to get that out, I don't think I've ever been
this scared in my entire life.

"He should be fine, he has a minor concussion and some broken ribs, but
he'll be alright."

	I slowly released the breath that I'd been holding since I heard
who the caller was.

"Ok, I'll be down there as soon as I can."

	I hit the end button and just lay there, absorbing what I'd just
heard.

"Is everything ok?"

"Um... not really.  My friend is in the hospital, he walked in on some
people robbing his place."

"Is he going be a alright?"

"They said he would, I better get down there."

"I'll go with you."

"Thanks.  Um... why don't you go take a shower and I'll see if I can find
you something to wear."

	He nodded.  Then he slowly slipped out of the bed.  About that time
I lost all my mental faculties and was reduced to a staring, drooling fool.
He was SO hot!  The only thing he was wearing were Superman boxers, I had
to suppress a giggle when I saw them, and a wife-beater that allowed me to
get a look at his strong arms.  Jeez, I'm lucky he didn't crush me last
night with those strong arms.  I came to my senses as I heard the shower
start.

	Then I was faced with a problem, what the hell did I have that
would fit Joey.  I'm at least 3 inches shorter than him, and I have a
smaller bone structure and slimmer build.  Luckily I new someone on my
floor who was about Joey's size, and he'd be home cause he's a freelance
writer.  I threw on my robe and dashed down the hall to his apartment.  I
knocked on his door and prayed that he'd be home.

"Hey Lucas, lock yourself out?"

"No.  Um... can I borrow some clothes, just one outfit will be fine."

"(LOL) What's wrong with your clothes?"

"Well, you see it's not really for me, it's for... a friend."

"(LOL) A friend?  Is he cute?"

"I thought you were straight Jason."

"I am, but I can't let just anybody be seen in my clothes."

"You shop at The Gap Jason, everyone in the entire city has your clothes."

"Good point."

	He disappeared for a minute, and then he came back with a pair of
jeans, a T-shirt, and a striped button-down shirt.  When everything was in
my arms he placed a new pair of boxers and a new pair of socks on top of
the pile.

"He can keep those."

"I hope so."  We both laughed "Well thanks for the clothes, this is a
pretty nice outfit."

	As I headed towards my door I added "for a straight guy" under my
breath.

"I heard that!"

	He laughed and closed his door.  When I got back to my room I saw
Joey standing in the middle of my room wearing just a towel, looking at all
the family pictures I had out.  I tossed the stuff on the bed.

"I managed to get you something to wear, he said you could keep the boxers.
I'm going to take a shower now."

"Ok, thanks."

	I managed to get showered and dressed in only half an hour, I think
that's a record for me.  When I walked out of my room I saw Joey going
threw my kitchen.

"Do you have anything to eat?"

"Sorry, I was supposed to do that today.  We can stop on the way and get
something."

	I went into a Starbucks around the corner from my place while Joey
tried to hail a cab.  I got out just as one pulled over.  We got in and I
handed him a coffee and a scone as I told the driver where to go.  We
glanced at each other and he arched his eyebrow and held up the scone.

"Who's the.... Um, oh yeah, who's The Stone now?"

	I don't think I've ever heard anyone laugh so hard for so long.  I
just sat there as he laughed for about two blocks worth of very slow moving
rush hour traffic.  I tried to ignore him and eat my scone and look at the
window, but he was laughing pretty hard, and I got the feeling that it was
at me.  That is the guy's name isn't it?

"I guess I messed that one up, huh?"

	I tried to joke, but I could tell my voice betrayed the
embarrassment that I was feeling.  I looked away again.  Then I felt a hand
on my shoulder, I hadn't noticed that he stopped laughing as soon as I said
that.

"I'm sorry."

"What was so funny?"

"Well, it's The Rock, not The Stone."

"Oh."

	I turned red with embarrassment as I turned towards the window.
For some reason I couldn't bring myself to look at him.  I was so
embarrassed by my mistake that I wanted to leap out of the cab into
traffic.

"Look at me."

	I couldn't do it.  I don't know why, I usually don't embarrass
easily.  I just sat there looking out the window as the cab headed
downtown.  Then I felt him grab my hand and pull it towards him.  Then he
kissed it, I was feeling much better.


TO BE CONTINUED