Date: Mon, 3 May 2004 13:16:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Shannon <swimfan_777@yahoo.com>
Subject: Model Me Chapter 13

Disclaimer: Anything mentioned in this story is complete fiction. The
sexuality of anyone in the story is not necessarily true, but just written
to entertain. If you are underage or if it is illegal to read pornographic
material where you live, please leave now. Also, if you are uncomfortable
with gay relationships, you should not read any farther. For everyone else,
enjoy the show....


	When JC got home he wasn't really sure what to do. Once again the
group seemed to be breaking apart in front of his eyes. Lance usually
talked to him about anything and everything, but it was different now for
some reason. He wasn't sure when or why it had changed though, Lance
wouldn't tell him.
      He climbed the stairs slowly to his bedroom intending to take the
longest nap in history when he heard a noise upstairs. His mind ticked back
over the events before he left to pick up Lance and decided that Wade had
not departed with him. He couldn't understand why the man would be at his
house still. Didn't he have things to do?
      As JC got closer to his bedroom he heard the unmistakable sound of
moaning, Wade's moaning. By now he had become very familiar with the deep
sometimes high pitched sounds of Wade's "Oh my God's" and "Fuck me's." For
some reason JC wasn't only disgusted at the fact that Wade was fucking with
some guy in his bed, but he was also extremely jealous. His fists balled up
tightly causing a pale white hue to flow across his knuckles, his back
arched slightly as his shoulders broadened resembling some predatory stance
mimicking some animal on the Discovery Channel, his steps became quicker
and more determined in their quest to find his cheating boyfriend, well he
wasn't technically his boyfriend but it did feel like a betrayal
nonetheless. He burst into the room expecting to see some wild, strangely
erotic, scene being played out in front of him like his very own live porno
show. But he got nothing of the sort. Sure Wade was writhing around on his
bed, dick in hand, having a fucking good old time, but he was by himself.
      "Want to join me?" he asked stroking his long cock harder and faster
at the sight of the man in the doorway.
      He thought JC could look no hotter then how he looked at that moment,
faded jeans slung low on his waist right on his hips, a tight white t-shirt
showing off all of the muscles of his upper body, and a baseball cap pulled
low over his eyes giving him that mysterious hottie sort of look.
      JC finally relaxed at the sound of the man's voice, well most of him
relaxed anyway. He wasn't sure what the correct etiquette was in this
particular case having just come from the hospital with his two obviously
emotionally distraught friends. Should he really just go over there, flip
Wade over, and fuck that tight little ass for all it was worth, which was a
lot he had decided sometime last night? Or should he turn on his heels and
leave the room, not looking back at the pale, thin, but finely toned body?
Not even giving a second glance at those flat, rock hard abs, those long
muscular legs sculpted from years and years of dancing, or that nice round
firm ass just right for slapping or slamming into or both all at the same
time.
      Deciding that a little physical activity and release would be good to
clear his mind JC choose the former of the two choices and stripped his
clothes off walking up to the bed where Wade was still stroking himself
smiling up at the man surprisingly innocently, something that completely
turned JC on. He crawled over to the man, kneeling over him, and
immediately stuck his hard cock in Wade's smiling mouth. Wade let it slip
down his throat, something that was as easy as it could ever get after
years of cock sucking, and began to nurse on the hard thick member.
      JC pulled him off when he was sure he wouldn't be able to last any
longer and laid down on the bed pulling the taller man on top of him to
kiss his full lips. Honestly, JC had never enjoyed making out with anyone
more then Wade in his life. He wrapped his arms around the man, their cocks
pushing and rubbing together as their lips locked passionately, tongues
entwining, teeth scraping, moaning in the others hot wet mouth.
      "I want you," Wade said breaking the kiss.
      JC smiled up at him, their cocks still touching covered in the others
pre cum. Wade sat up reaching to the nightstand and squeezing the contents
of a small bottle into his hand. He ran his hand up and down JC's cock a
few times watching the man's muscles contract as he moved his lower body up
to meet the hand. He leaned back over and kissed him while running the same
hand over his asshole, sliding his fingers inside and moaning into JC's
mouth. He knelt over him again and placed JC's cock at the opening to his
ass and lowered down slowly taking in the feeling of each of the eight
inches sliding into him. He began to move up and down, rocking back and
forth slightly. JC stared up at his closed eyes, those high cheekbones
barely visible in the waning sunlight, his open pink lips that seemed to
call out to him, and that strong jaw line that was slack at the moment. He
reached his hands up tracing over Wade's collar bone, to his broad
shoulders, down to his pecks tight and muscular under his smooth skin and
capped with hard pink nipples, to his abs which flexed with every movement
of his lower body, over his small delicate waist, and resting on his hard
cock that was standing straight out pointing at JC. He began to stroke it
with every one of Wade's movements causing the man to ride him faster and
faster. He placed his other hand over Wade's balls and massaged them
pulling on them just hard enough to elicit a long loud groan out of the man
on top of him.
      Wade began riding him faster moaning and whimpering as JC's cock
stabbed deep inside him and his own cock was getting feverishly jacked off.
      "Oh God!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Fuck me! Fuck me!
Fuck me!" he chanted over and over again in rhythm to his ass slapping
against JC's thighs.
      JC stroked him harder squeezing his cock as he felt his own orgasm
start to stir inside of him. He shot hard inside of Wade's ass filling it
with his hot cum.
      "Oh yes!" Wade said bouncing up and down faster as his own cock shot
a squirt of hot white liquid that made it all the way up to JC's cheek,
then another on his chest, followed by a third on his stomach.
      Wade finally opened his eyes looking down into JC's while he kept
riding him for a few seconds. He smiled at the man as he leaned down and
licked his cum off of JC's face. He went to work on the rest of him
cleaning him up slowly with his tongue, while JC's cum dripped out of his
ass and onto his thighs.
      JC wasn't really sure what to say when Wade finally laid next to him,
after going into the bathroom to clean himself off. He never really did
much talking after sex in general, but with Wade he never had anything at
all constructive to say. What was he supposed to do, give him a high five?
Slap him on the back and say "Good job buddy. Way to work that ass"?
      Wade laid his head next to JC's, his body pressed against the man's
shoulder and then he did something he thought he would never do. He kissed
him. Not a kiss that said fuck me, a quick peck on the lips, no tongue,
probably as simple as you could get. He had never had the desire to kiss a
guy without their being something sexual brewing, but he felt like JC was
different for some reason. He was special.

***

      "He's his what?" Justin asked amazed.
      It was honestly the only thing he could come up with to say. It was
almost as if his brain had stopped working once those words came out of
Brian's mouth. He wasn't sure how long he had just stood there with his
mouth open staring at the red haired freckled face man in front of him, but
not really seeing him. All he could see was the pain that Craig must be
going through at that very moment, wherever he was. He had to be with him,
had to help him through all this.
      "I really have to go Justin," Brian said walking back into the
apartment and towards the bedroom.
      "But I- Craig never said anything about his family let alone his
dad," he said following the man.
      "He doesn't like to talk about them that much," he said throwing some
more stuff into the duffel bag. "A lot of shit went down that he apparently
hasn't told you. It's a lot more complicated then you can even imagine."
      "Why didn't he tell me?" Justin asked more to himself then to Brian.
      "You'd have to ask him that."
      "Where is he?"
      "Right now at his dad's house."
      "Can you take me there? I really need to see him."
      "I don't know if this is really the best time," Brian said slinging
the bag over his shoulder.
      "Well he's not answering any of my phone calls how am I supposed to
get a hold of him?"
      Brian looked at the grown man in front of him that was practically
wining now. He wouldn't have been surprised at that point if Justin stamped
his feet and flung himself on the floor repeatedly flailing his arms and
legs screaming at the top of his lungs for candy, or in this case
Craig. Brian had always had a problem with poor little rich boys who
couldn't get there way, no matter how hot the one standing in front of him
may have been.
      "I can tell him to call you," Brian said finally.
      "And tell him I stopped by, and I'm sorry."
      Brian held his tongue wanting to say that he wasn't a damn messenger
boy but instead he just nodded and took a few steps towards Justin to usher
him out of the apartment.
      "I really had no idea all of this was going on," Justin said walking
out of the room after him again like a lost puppy. "How did...um...how did
he pass away? Was it painful?"
      "You should really talk to Craig about all that," Brian said turning
off the living room light and locking the front door.
      "Why can't you tell me?"
      "Because I can't," he said walking away and down the stairs.
      Justin stood on the dark covered balcony looking out over the ground
one story below. He assured himself that if he knew what had been going on
he would have been totally and full heartedly there for Craig. He would do
anything in his power to make the hurt that the man must be feeling go
away. But there was nothing at this point that he could do. He couldn't
remember feeling this helpless in all his life. He would trade all of his
freedom; all that he was, just to see Craig.

***

      When Brian finally got to Jeremy's house he walked all over the large
mansion calling for Craig but received no answer.
      "Craig?" he called walking upstairs and towards the master bedroom.
      He opened the door and walked into the room immediately feeling a
wave of panic wash over him when he saw the state the room was in. There
were clothes covering the floor, all of the dresser drawers were pulled
out, some lying upside down on the bed, while pairs of shoes were thrown
all over, scattered in the mess.
      "Craig," Brian said more firmly walking into the room.
      He passed the closet on his way to the bathroom fearing the worse
when he caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye.
      "Sweetie what happened?" Brian asked rushing to Craig and kneeling
down next to him in the walk-in closet.
      He scooped the man up from the floor, where he had been lying in the
fetal position for an indeterminate amount of time, and wrapped his arms
around him holding him close to his chest while Craig shuddered crying
silently into a navy blue cashmere sweater.
      "I know," he said soothingly rocking him back and forth. "Let it all
out okay?"
      Brian had somewhat feared the worst when Craig wanted to stay at
Jeremy's on top of wanting to be left alone there. But this was beyond his
wildest nightmares. There was just something morbid about his friend
kneeling in a proverbial grave of designer clothes on the floor of the
large hollowed out closet.
      "I just thought I could...could clean this stuff up," Craig finally
whispered.
      "Was it like this when you got here?" Brian asked wiping the tears
from Craig's cheeks.
      He shook his head, "I thought we could give the stuff away. I tried
but I...I can't. I just can't."
      "I know," Brian said holding him tighter through another fit of tears
and sobs.
      Once Craig had seemed to settle down, the man sat up and looked
around at the mess in front of him.
      "Why don't we go downstairs for a little while and I'll clean this up
later?" Brian said standing and reaching a hand down to Craig.
      Craig nodded and allowed him to help him up from the floor.
      They walked downstairs to the living room, Craig wiping the tears
that still threatened to run down his cheeks away just as quickly as they
dropped from the brims of his eyes.
      "Are you hungry?" Brian asked sitting down next to him on the couch.
      "No."
      "Do you want to talk?"
      "Not right now. I'm just going to lie down. I'm really tired," he
said standing.
      "What about the bedroom down here?"
      Craig nodded and Brian walked with him through the kitchen and the
den to the extra bedroom.
      "Have sweet dreams okay?" Brian said touching Craig's arm as he
started to turn away.
      "Will you lay down with me until I fall asleep?" Craig asked sitting
on the bed.
      "Sure."
      Brian laid down next to him letting Craig place his head on his chest
and wrapping his arms around the man as they both fell asleep. Brian slept
heavily as he always did until he couldn't feel the pressure of Craig's
body on or around him. He sat straight up in bed and looked beside him
rubbing his eyes a bit. Craig was gone as he suspected causing him to think
the worse once again. He walked through the house yet again slowly and
methodically checking bedrooms, the den, the gym, the family room and
living room until he had no where else to go except outside.
      "I've been looking everywhere for you," Brian said walking out to the
back yard where Craig stood in the center of the bright vibrantly green
grass.
      "I've been right here," he said looking far off into the rising sun.
      Brian looked at where his eyes were fixed. The pale blue and white
glow just starting to peak over the horizon looked as if God himself had
painted it with his own two hands, if God even had hands.
      "I don't think I've ever woken up early enough to see sunrise
before," Brian said.
      "You've stayed out late enough to see it."
      "Well yeah but sunrise when you're drunk off your ass isn't really
the same."
      They stood there for awhile looking at the first light of morning
while Brian took little glances at Craig to make sure he was still
alright. He could have just asked. He was positive the man would have told
him the truth, Craig always did, but he knew that constantly throwing that
question at him couldn't really be good for him in the long run.
      "So, what now?" Craig asked still looking straight ahead.
      "I was just going to take care of everything, unless you didn't want
that," he said looking at Craig. Brian's eyes feel over the side of the
man's face and he marveled at how even after barely any sleep and crying
the night before Craig's skin was still remarkably clear and smooth. His
eyes didn't have the slightest hint of being puffy and the bright green
emeralds placed just right in the whites of his eyes sparkled in the
sunlight.
      "No. I want you to. I'd like to be there though."
      "Okay. I'll go look up a few numbers and make some appointments for
today then?"
      "Yeah, thanks," he said finally meeting Brian's gaze.
      "No problem. Do you want to get some breakfast? I could try cooking
but I'm guessing you don't want to burn down the house to collect the
insurance."
      Craig laughed, probably the first time he had truly done so in what
felt like days.
      "I'll cook."
      "We can just go out," Brian said yawning.
      "No I want to."
      As they walked back into the house Craig laced his fingers through
Brian's and held the man's hand tightly trying to draw the strength that he
knew lived there. Once they reached the kitchen Craig released his hand and
started looking through the highly polished stainless steel refrigerator
for breakfast ingredients.
      "What do you feel like?" he asked, his head almost completely in the
fridge.
      "Anything really, but a lot of it, I'm starved," he said sitting at
the kitchen table with the yellow pages. He wasn't exactly sure what to
look up in the phone book though. They always said everything was in the
there but sometimes it was harder to find then you thought.
      "How about omelets, there are about four dozen eggs is that enough?"
he asked setting a cartoon on the navy blue tiled counter.
      "For starters," Brian said flipping through endless pages of funeral
directors in their area. He had no idea what he was doing and needed to ask
Craig a few important questions but wasn't really sure how to go about it.
      "Can I ask you something?" he finally said.
      "Yeah."
      "Um..." he hesitated.
      "What?" Craig asked looking up form the bowl he was cracking eggs
into.
      "Did...never mind," he said remembering something.
      "No you have to tell me now. I hate it when you do that."
      "I know. But this is worth it believe me. I'll be right back," he
said walking out of the kitchen. He headed straight for Jeremy's office and
started to search through the drawers for an address book of some
kind. "Bingo," he said flipping through the pages slowly. He found what he
was looking for and dialed the+ phone number.
      "James, Bracewell, Scheer, and associates attorney's at law," a
woman's bright voice rang over the phone.
      "Hi is Mr. Scheer in?" he asked.
      "He's in a meeting right now can I take a message?"
      "This is actually really important."
      "Okay can I have your name?"
      "Just tell him it's about Jeremy Walsh.
      "I'll see if he can get away," she said placing him on hold.
      Brian rested the phone on his shoulder as he flipped through the
address book some more and unconsciously tapped his foot to the elevator
music that played through the receiver. He was actually surprised when
instead of hearing "Your call is important to us" a deep male voice came on
the line.
      "This is Scheer," he said.
      "Hi Mr. Scheer I don't know if you were aware but...um..."
      "I just heard actually. I was going to give you a call today Craig."
      "Oh, this isn't Craig. This is Brian; I'm a friend of his. I'm sort
of arranging things for him."
      "Oh okay. Well I have a feeling why you called then, the will?"
      "Well no. I was just wondering if there was a family plot or
something like that. I didn't really want to ask Craig about it though."
      "I understand. He has a few options when it comes to that. In
Jeremy's will he never specified what he wanted done with his remains, he
wanted to leave that up to Craig. If he were to go the burial root there is
an entire family plot in Molise, Italy where his wife was buried. Or of
course, if Craig wanted him closer he could do Florida or another idea is
Jeremy's hometown in California where other members of his family are."
      "Okay, I'll talk to him about it then."
      "There is still the matter of Jeremy's estate. More often then not
the will is read some days after the service. Do you have any idea when
Craig would be up to it?"
      "I'm not sure. I'll ask him that also and get back to you. Thank you
so much."
      "No problem at all."
      During breakfast Brian was a lot quieter then usual while he pushed
his food around on his plate more then putting it into his mouth. Not
exactly the actions of someone who was starving like he had claimed to be
earlier.
      "You don't like it?" Craig asked looking at Brian.
      "No it's good. Hey I have to talk to you about something okay?" he
asked setting down his fork and taking Craig's hand in his.
      Craig nodded.
      "I know I told you I was going to handle everything but there are
some things that I need your input on."
      "Like what?" Craig asked swallowing the food in his mouth.
      "Well mainly right now we need to figure out...um...what to do with
Jeremy."
      "What do you mean?" Craig asked his eyes getting wider by the moment.
      "Like cremation or burial," he said quickly. There was really no
point in prolonging the inevitable.
      "I'd like him to be buried," Craig finally said after a long pause.
      Brian nodded, "Where?"
      "Why not here?"
      "We can," Brian said quickly, squeezing Craig's hand slightly. "I
talked to Mr. Scheer, Jeremy's attorney, and he mentioned that there is a
family plot in Italy."
      "With my mother," Craig said looking down at his plate for a second.
"Where do you think he would have wanted to go?"
      "Honestly he would have hated anywhere we picked, but he did love
your mom a lot," Brian said with a smile.
      "Maybe that's where we should do it then."
      "Are you sure? You don't want him near you?"
      "It sounds corny but I think he always will be no matter where we
bury him. And plus, a trip to Italy to visit him just makes it that much
more of an adventure."
      Brian smiled, matching the grin on Craig's face, "So Molise it is?"
      "Yes. What do we do now?"
      "I'll make some calls to arrange things and then we leave for
Italy. Have you thought about who you want to invite?"
      "Well everyone from his job knew that he was sick so we can invite
them. And...well I don't think he'd want my uncle to be there but he's the
only family I have left now, besides you. Why don't we go there for dinner
tonight or tomorrow and I can tell him what happened. If he wants to come
then I can't stop him."
      "I think Jeremy wouldn't want you to be alone or anything so it
should be okay. Plus, who really holds a grudge for that long?"
      "Uncle Giuseppe was pretty mean to him for a while there. But I guess
you're right."
      Brian was quiet for a moment, still holding Craig's hand but looser
now.
      "Was there something else?" Craig asked.
      "Uh yeah, remember yesterday when I went to get some stuff for you
from your apartment?"
      "Yeah, I wasn't that much out of it."
      "While I was there Justin stopped by," Brian said looking intensely
into Craig's eyes.
      "What?" Craig asked stunned. "Why?"
      "He obviously wanted to talk to you."
      "What did you tell him?"
      "It was just so quick. I mean he was saying kind of mean things about
you like you were cheating on him or something," Brian said hurriedly.
      "Cheating on him? Where'd he get that from?"
      "I don't know but he thought it was with Jeremy. Anyway he just kept
talking and talking and I just blurted it out."
      "Blurted what out?" Craig asked slowly.
      "That...um..."
      "Don't clam up on me now B."
      "I told him that Jeremy was your dad and that he passed away."
      Craig was quiet for a moment but released his hand from Brian's
grasp.
      "You're mad," Brian said sitting up straighter.
      "No I'm not. He was going to find out anyway."
      "Was he?"
      "Yes of course I would have told him. I just wasn't in a very good
place yesterday and I wanted to get all of the funeral stuff in order
first," he said collecting their plates and taking them to the sink.
      "So you're really not mad at me?"
      "No I'm really not. I should have told him about Jeremy a long time
ago."
      "He really wants to talk to you Craig," Brian said walking towards
the man.
      "Really?"
      "Of course. He's worried about you and it looked like he missed you
like crazy too."
      "Really?" Craig asked looking up at him.
      "He was practically running through the apartment screaming your
name."
      "Sure," Craig said smiling as he rinsed the plates off.
      "So when you gonna call him?" Brian asked jumping up on the counter
near the sink.
      "Later."
      "No time like the present."
      "I know Mr. Cliche."
      "Well I'm going into the office to make some more calls," he said
hopping down. He grabbed the cordless phone. "It's a different line," he
said placing it in front of Craig.
      Craig rolled his eyes at Brian bouncing out of the kitchen and down
the hall as he placed the dishes in the dishwasher. He cleaned up all of
the counters, stove, kitchen table, and everything else not nailed down
while stealing little glances at the phone. It was almost eight o'clock but
he figured that there was a possibility that Justin would still be asleep
and not alert enough to have a rational adult conversation about...well he
wasn't exactly sure what they would talk about. He guessed the main subject
would be how in the world Justin could think that Jeremy was his lover. A
friend maybe, after all they never really acted like father and son, but
lovers? That was just gross. But that just brought him to another string of
questions starting with how did Justin find out about Jeremy in the first
place? Was he having him followed or something? Sure Justin had the money
and most likely the power to do something like that if he had suspicions
but he didn't think he had the heart to. Maybe he did a background check,
but then he would have known who Jeremy was. There were just too many
questions.
      Craig found himself standing in front of the counter staring at the
phone. What was wrong with him anyway? Why couldn't he just call instead of
making a whole bunch of excuses? Maybe he was afraid that even if they
talked everything out Justin still wouldn't want to be with him like they
were before. It did seem, after all, too good to be true. But was it
really? Weren't they both meant to be happy in life? He just prayed as he
picked up the phone and dialed that Justin still wanted to be happy... with
him.

To be continued...

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