Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2016 15:54:42 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Unexpected Five Years On 21

Unexpected Five Years On 21

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Previously

To everyone's amusement they talked back and forth and suddenly, Juventus
did exactly what Timothy had been saying and on the counter attack they
scored. Timothy looked intensely at Jeremy and shouted, raising his fist in
recognition of the beautiful goal.

Jeremy broke out in laughter and went over and hugged his guy.  "I guess I
have lost my position as manager of our team."

"I'd quit the team before that happened."

An intense look passed between the guys and then they were watching
intently as Juventus opened up the field as Timothy had suggested and went
on to win 2 - 1.

Supper was lively as they discussed the game and what was coming up for
everyone that week. Timothy felt a little nervous tension as he realized
yet again that he would be the head of a department by weeks end. A
sobering thought.

That was all put aside as they came home and Jeremy put the cannelloni dish
to soak in the sink. While Jeremy was doing that, he suddenly felt a pair
of arms encircle him and there was a kiss on his neck, a very sensitive
spot for him.

He turned his head. "As usual, my very surprising guy. You know you have
become a very perceptive football player and strategist."

"It is all you. I listen in amazement every Tuesday and Saturday to your
analysis of our opponents and our own team. You have taught me so much." He
looked softly at him. "In so many ways. Let's go to bed. I think that I
have some things to say to you."

His words and actions in bed were as precise and direct as his words were
in that wonderful room with his new family watching Italian football. He
marvelled yet again how his life had changed. Jeremy marvelled at some more
earthy things that evening as well. Timothy had a lot to say and do.

Present

Monday passed quickly and they were sitting at home when the telephone
rang. Jeremy picked it up.

"Hi Pops. Yes we really meant what we said yesterday. No kidding. I always
figured that if you start to look, you will find. We could go tomorrow
evening. Let me check." He put the hand over the mouth piece. "You free
tomorrow after work?" Timothy nodded yes. "Pops, how about right after
work, I'll pick Timothy up and we'll go to your place and pick you up. OK,
see you then."

Jeremy's eyes were bright with excitement. "Pops has the first place for us
to look at. He wouldn't give any details but he wants to see our
reactions. Luckily the practice tomorrow had to be cancelled."

"You were so right. If you look, you find. It's real. We are going to do
it!"

Timothy rushed over to Jeremy and landed on him kissing him. They laughed
and held each other tight. "Sure you won't miss this place. It was your
first home."

"Are you serious? It was great until you came along and then I wanted
more. So much more. I have some good memories but most of them are with
you, here. I am so excited. Our own place that we can create together."

Jeremy dropped Timothy off at work the next day, Tuesday. It was going to
be a busy day for him. He had three appointments. He needed time to get
ready for the partner meetings Wednesday morning. He wanted to be on top of
his department and the issues that they wanted to discuss about the
direction of the firm. He noticed that Mr. McNeil was absent and
Mme. Chenier told Timothy that he had phoned her and she had cancelled his
appointments. He said that the would be in Wednesday.

He reflected that John had greeted him on Monday morning saying nothing
about Friday or the weekend. John was not avoiding him so Timothy figured
that he was indeed a private person and was either embarrassed or just
didn't want to talk about a simple meal and a drink with a guy. Timothy was
certainly not going to push the issue. He respected the guy's privacy. He,
himself, had been a lot like that when he first started going out with
Jeremy.

His first client was fun. The guy was a good conversationalist and they
enjoyed each other. He was going to be doing some travelling and he wanted
his will updated to include his new partner.

His next client took a bit more time. He had just finished the paperwork
and they were about to break up their meeting when Timothy heard raised
voices from Andrew's office. He suddenly realized that the volume had been
increasing for a few minutes but it was suddenly up a notch. His client had
turned his head in that direction.

"Would you excuse me for a minute?" The client thanked him quickly and took
his leave.

As Timothy stood up and put on his jacket, he heard an even louder
statement. "Jean, I told you to shut up! This is the way I want it!"

He heard Andrew in a fairly forceful voice which Timothy thought was
appropriate, "Gentlemen ...."

"You can shut the fuck up as well. This is our concern not yours."

As Timothy entered the office, the guy was leaning over Andrew's desk with
his face almost in Andrew's.

Timothy was thinking very quickly. You are the boss. Your employee is being
browbeaten by a bully. You have to act. Be strong and direct, no backing
down to threats. Shit where did all those thoughts come from? Are you an
idiot? Probably. Oh yes, use your best school yard French.

In a determined, firm voice, "It is now my concern!"

Still leaning forward on Andrew's desk, the guy turned his head. "Who the
fuck are you?"

"I'm his boss and you are in my offices."

The guy stood up glaring at Timothy. The guy took a step towards
Timothy. Timothy didn't moved a muscle on his face or his body.  Timothy
stared at him with a cold, dispassionate look. He did not flinch. "Sit
... down."

The guy's partner, "Anthony, don't do this."

"Jean, shut the fuck up, you wimp."

"I said ... sit down."

Sneering "You are standing."

Timothy looked at Jean. "Jean, please hand me the chair behind you and put
it beside Mr. Robson's desk please.

Jean did it.

It took some time and Timothy hoped that would help diffuse the situation a
bit. Remaining standing, "Now Anthony, sit down."

"You are still standing."

"You don't get it, do you. My office!  You ...  do ... what ... I ... say."

With a snarl, "I am paying for this session. I do what I want."

"You are correct. You are paying for a session to do legal work. But I will
tell you what you are not paying for. You are not paying for a session to
bully your partner, change your agreement with him or threaten my
colleague. SIT DOWN!"

They stared for a few more seconds and Anthony finally sat
down. Then,Timothy sat down. From where he was sitting he could see John
over by Mme. Chenier's desk and the two of them had eyes that were wide
open and amazed.

"Now let us get some things straight. You and your partner have to settle
this issue between yourselves.  You are wasting your time and money and our
time. Secondly, I smell alcohol on your breath. That is unacceptable in
this office."

"Anthony, I told you not to drink before you came."

"Jean, shut up."

"Let us get some things straight. You are going to leave quietly. If you
decide to use our services again, you can make another appointment and
there will be ... no ... alcohol consumed before you come in. I am a little
surprised. It isn't even lunch time yet."

It looked as if Anthony was going to say something. Timothy decided to
preempt it. Determined and forceful, "This meeting is over. You will make
no further comments. Gentlemen, good day to you and Mr. Robson will be
pleased to serve you at another time if you wish it."

For once, Jean stood up and looked at Timothy. "Thank you." He looked down
at his partner, "Anthony we are leaving or least I am. You need my
signature. Come." They left.

Timothy put the chair back in its place, and looked at Andrew. "Go on. Take
a break. Get some lunch and a good strong coffee."

"Boss ...."

Shaking his head and smiling, "Go. You deserve it. Take a break, relax."

Timothy turned and walked out of Andrew's office. John's look was almost
undefinable; he was looking at him with eyes focused on him. Mme. Chenier
had a look of pleasure with a bit of surprise. "Mr. Malenfant, if I can say
it, I think that you should take the same advice that you gave to
Andrew. Sit, relax. Take a break. By the way, I liked the touch of
switching to a really harsh, patois accent. I knew that you were talented
but that was dramatic. Where did you learn that?"

"In the school yard. On the soccer pitch. In the locker room, you have to
be one of the guys. Never thought that I would need it here."

He went into his office and took his own advice to Andrew. Relax, breathe
deeply. Slowly, the tension started to drain away. He sat looking at the
wall. Did he do the right thing? He hoped that he had not upset Andrew by
taking over. He would have to let Andrew know that he felt that he had to
do it with no reflection on Andrew's abilities. He was acting as a third
party. No, he was acting as the boss, setting the tone that he would accept
in the office.

He must have sat there staring at the wall for 10 minutes thinking. He had
vaguely heard John go into Andrew's office and take him out to lunch. He
muttered to himself that he figured that he was the boss now. He hoped that
Mr. McNeil would call a damned meeting and let everyone know what was going
on. He would have to press him to do it before or after the partners'
planning meeting tomorrow. His thoughts wandered again. If anything was
said at the meeting with the partners, he would press him as they walked
back to the office. He had figured out how he would do it.

He had a quick lunch and was back at his desk with a sandwich. He was going
over the agenda for the next day's meeting and he was putting materials in
file folders to take with him in case anything that was important to him
came up. He sensed someone in his peripheral vision. John was standing
looking at him deciding whether to interrupt him or not.

"John, come in."

He stood in the door fidgeting at bit. "Can I close the door?"

His answer was a smile and a shrug. "Closed door. Hope it not something too
important. I have had enough drama for the day." That brought a smile to
John's face.

"I heard a rumour when I came back from lunch. Apparently, our little scene
here is making the rounds. In retelling the story, someone mentioned that
there was a rumour that Mr. McNeil is going on leave for a long period of
time."

Timothy kept a straight face with just a bit of surprise on it. It was
ambiguous. OK, does he lie or swear him to silence? He thought over Friday
night. Yes John could be trusted. Just as John could trust him. "Yes, the
rumour is correct."

"How will you feel about dealing with another head? I assume OK because you
do know about it."

Timothy blew his breath out of his mouth. "Can you keep something quiet and
I mean, not to tell it to anyone."

He smiled, "You mean like you have about Friday night."

"Oh, that! That's on my Facebook page."

"What ...."

Laughing for the first time since the altercation with Anthony, "The look
on your face, priceless. Kidding. I have no memory about Friday night. I
guess I had too much to drink."

"I would have no memory of this conversation."

He paused and decided. "I won't be dealing with another head."

"Shit, you are not leaving?"

"Just changing offices."  He pointed to McNeil's office John's eyes got
bigger. "I hope I can fill his place."

"Best news since I heard the rumour. That makes me feel much
better. Another issue. Were you ever in the closet?"

"Wow, major change of subject. I assume that you want that question kept
quiet as well." Looking a bit sheepish, John nodded yes. "Was I ever in the
closet? Yes ...  up to July 2 of this year with my parents and a lot of
others, especially with my religious, anti-gay father."

Timothy decided to stop and let John proceed with his own agenda. "Jason
and I just had some food and a drink. Oh and a kiss at his place later. I
have never done anything like that before. I don't know what to do."

"Jeremy was right and so was his dad, Philipo." To John's bewildered
look. "I said that you were just going for some food and a drink. Jeremy
reminded me of our first time together in May of this year, just a movie
and a drink. Oh and a kiss. That changed the next time that we were
together. We are going out to look at a house tonight. We want something
that is bigger and ours, together."

"I don't even know where to start."

"John, I have to get ready for a partners and heads of department meeting
for tomorrow. How about dropping by our place tonight after we look at a
house. We'll bring some food and we can talk. I'll give you a call as we
are leaving Pops' place, Jeremy's grandfather." John looked a little more
confident as he left the office.

By the time he heard his guy chatting amiably with Mme. Chenier, Timothy
had done all he could do for the meeting and his clients that day. He went
out to see Jeremy perched on the side of her desk in earnest conversation.

"No, he didn't do that? He did? You know sometimes he scares me. I have
never met anyone who will take a stand and stick to it as he does. I bet he
didn't raise his voice. Yeah, once would be all. I bet he stared the guy
down." Chuckling at her response, "That's my guy."

He must have seen Mme. Chenier shift her eyes to Timothy behind him; he
turned to look at him. Jeremy had a huge grin on his face. Jeremy just
stood there taking in that wonderful smile on Timothy's face and the
intensity of Timothy's gaze. He turned to Mme. Chenier. "I hope that this
doesn't bother you but ...." He launched himself at Timothy. Timothy was
engulfed in a huge bear hug. He held him a shade longer than if it were a
man hug. Mme. Chenier was glowing at them. Jeremy saw John looking out his
office at them with a smile on his face. Jeremy gave John a wave and
shrugged his shoulders.

They left the office in excited conversation about the house they were
going to look at, going over all their priorities for their new home.

Pops directed them to an area that was a bit down at the heels but they
could see that some renovations had taken place. They took it all in but
didn't say much in front of Pops. They stopped at a rather forlorn looking
place.

"Guys, it doesn't look that great but I am told that it is structurally in
very good shape. It does need a lot of work but we have great crews for a
place like this. You should talk to Philipo about it."

Pops went through the house in great detail. It was a great learning
experience for the guys. The price was very good and Pops gave an estimate
for a renovation. It was well within their budget but as each was to say
later, it just didn't excite. Perhaps they had their hopes set a bit too
high.

Pops sensed their reaction. "Guys, it is the first place. I can tell that
you are not really excited about it. Give it some thought. Talk to
Philipo. There will be lots of others that I can show you as the weeks go
by."

"Thanks Pops. You know how much we appreciate what you are doing for
us. We'll be talking about it later tonight."

They dropped Pops off, picked up the food and called John. They headed for
home.

Jeremy, "I think that we are on the same page on this. I saw your looks. I
didn't really like the area of the city. The layout was just too
claustrophobic and I don't really want to make it into an open concept
place. I like rooms that we can close off for heating purposes. Plus the
dining room was too small and that is one of our reasons for moving."

"Well said. I think that I had exactly the same reaction. I really didn't
like the upstairs either. I couldn't see a master bedroom with its own full
bathroom. But I do want three bedrooms or even four. There has to be a
study somewhere and guest quarters."

"OK, I'll phone Pops later or tomorrow but I don't want him to give up."

John arrived about 10 minutes after they arrived home. They had opened a
good bottle of wine and set the table when he rang.

John was dressed casually. Timothy's first impressions were correct. Big
guy and not an ounce of fat on him. Jeremy commented as they were getting
the food together that he was a very attractive guy. Both the guys smiled
at each other. John was going to break some hearts male or female.  Another
smile, maybe both if he wasn't careful.

The food was excellent and Jeremy had a blow by blow description of the
scene in Andrew's office. Timothy finally looked at John. "I hope that
Andrew wasn't upset that I intervened like that."

"He said that he was so surprised that he didn't know which way to go. He
told me that you didn't flinch once. He did notice that you were taking a
defensive stance just in case. He was totally relieved that you did what
you did."

Timothy was looking a little embarrassed so he changed the direction of the
conversation. "Enough of this morning. You had some questions for us."
Looking at Jeremy and nodding towards him, "He figured it out better than I
did."

"Guys, I have gone out with a lot of women. I certainly don't lead a
celibate life. I have never had a reaction to a person as I did to
Jason. We did have a meal and then went back to his place for a drink. I
realized later that Jason deliberately sat beside me. We talked and
laughed. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and I had a reaction
to him. He very smoothly told me that he would like to continue this
another night so we arranged to go to a movie mid week at the repertory
theatre in town. As I was about to leave, he looked at me and said that
there was something that he had wanted to do all evening. Would I be upset
if he acted on it? I think I knew what it was and told him to go ahead. He
hugged me and kissed me."

John closed his eyes and sighed. "The kiss went right to certain parts of
my body. It was me who opened my mouth for his tongue. I could feel his
beard and his hard body. I knew that I was kissing a man. Oh shit, what do
I do?"

Timothy looked at Jeremy with his eyes asking him to take over.

He paused a minute thinking.  Then slowly, "My dad, Jamie, was asked a
question like this by his brother-in-law a few years back. The first thing
dad said was to be honest and not lead the guy on. It was interesting
advice. He told him that gay guys generally give good head and it might be
too easy to get used to it."

John's eyes opened wide and then he and Timothy chuckled. Timothy looked at
him. "What can I say?"

"But he added that if his brother-in-law couldn't reciprocate and if didn't
like the hair and hardness of a man then he wasn't gay and should not lead
the guy on because it would end in recriminations and bad feeling between
them. He had to be honest with him."

"What happened?"

"Gio, the brother-in-law, and Kevin have been together for almost five
years. I gather that he likes all aspects of gay sex. Oh they did something
interesting. Gio told Kevin about the advice and they agreed to be together
for one month with no talk about the relationship during that month and
they would meet in one month on a Saturday night in a really good
restaurant to decide what to do. Both guys would be monogamous that
month. Either could break it off in advance if just wasn't working for
them." He smiled, "Five years later."

John looked at the guys. "You guys are amazing. Did you have to do the same
thing?"

Jeremy recounted their version of it adding that they were now buying a
house together.

"Lots to think about. I asked Timothy earlier if either of you had been in
the closet. Timothy told me until July 2 of this year."

"So was I until I was age 17 in my last year of high school but you know
that story from the club Friday night. I was really lucky compared to my
guy."

Turning to Timothy, "Why July 2?" He shrugged.

"In early June, Jeremy told me that he wanted to be a part of my life, in
all aspects, especially family. He wanted no secrets and that it would be a
problem if I didn't tell my parents at some point. I knew that the time had
come. I had an excellent job at one of the top firms in town. I was with a
great guy and I had been totally accepted by his family. It was time.

We have a huge July 1 celebration at the chalet and I invited Jeremy up as
a friend who wanted to learn to water ski. I decided that it would not be
appropriate to ruin July 1 so I would do it on the morning of July
2. Didn't go over well. My father ordered Jeremy to leave. I told him that
if Jeremy left I would too as we were spending the holiday together. He
told me that I would leave when he told me to.  I left with Jeremy and we
stayed at a local hotel. That really didn't go over well either. We invited
everyone over for brunch on the Sunday and my father refused to come. Mom,
my sister and her family came and we had a wonderful day."

"My dad came around after a dramatic illness and he has accepted us fully."

Jeremy was all smiles. "You know that day of the illness, Timothy was
probably much like he was today. His father was having a stroke and Timothy
took charge. I remember so well his words and his actions." He gave his guy
a look of love. "His father was refusing to go to the hospital. Timothy's
words, 'Dad, I am in charge, not you, not Mom, not Jeremy ... me.' He went
to the hospital."

"Then in the hospital, he took on the anti-gay priest at his father's
church. Quoted the Bible to him and told him in no uncertain terms that the
good Father Pierre might be responsible for his father's stroke with all
the horrible ideas and tension he was giving to his father."

They were all laughing by now. Jeremy had his arms around his guy. John
looked totally at ease. "Thanks guys. A lot to think about before the
movie. Jason and I may have a very interesting evening or two."

Jeremy couldn't help himself. "An interesting evening with talking or with
action?"

"As my learned colleague there might say, 'One does not preclude the
other'." John had a very wicked smile on his face.

John thanked them profusely for the evening. The guys smiled at each other
as they cleaned up. Good team work, they both figured. Timothy rather
enjoyed the hands that were roaming over his butt as they were putting
dishes in the dishwasher. In fact, as he turned to face his lover, it was
obvious that he was having a reaction in certain parts of his body. Very
soon fingers were lightly running up and down the significant long outline
in his pants. Boxers did not hide anything. Maybe they should have warned
John to choose his boxers or briefs carefully.

Timothy broke from him and shaking his head, "A movie and a drink can be so
damn much fun. Who would know that cleaning the kitchen could be just as
good?"

"No it is the horny guy that you are with that makes it so easy. Jeez, I
touch you and its up."

"Mr. M & M, it appears to me then that there are two horny men in this
room." He ran his fingers over a growing, significant outline in Jeremy's
jeans.

"Well, I guess the two horny men should do something about it."

They did.

Timothy had a lot of looks from people as he walked to his office on
Wednesday. Mme. Chenier was here usual self. Mr. McNeil called him into his
office. "I hear that there was quite a scene yesterday. I understand that
you handled it very well. Made quite an impression. Are you ready for the
meeting today?"

"I went over the agenda yesterday and made some notes. I guess I'll keep my
head down unless something that I think is important comes up. Are you OK
with that?" Mr. McNeil nodded yes. Timothy quickly decided that now was the
time. "By the way, there are rumours circulating about you leaving for a
long period of time. Could you possibly deal with that today with our
guys?"

"Damn rumours. Mme. Chenier is there a time when Andrew, John and Timothy
are free at the same time today." He heard a 'just a minute'.

"Yes 11:30."

"Good please let them know that there is a meeting in my office at that
time."

Timothy felt very insignificant as looked around the table. These were the
men who ran the firm and helped build it into one of the biggest and best
in the city. A thought did run through his head that they must have all
started out as he was now. The lowest of the low.

"Gentlemen and ladies let us get started. First I would welcome Timothy
Malenfant to the table. He will be at all our meetings as the Acting Head
of our same sex division." He paused and there was a little smile. "It may
be very interesting if yesterday is any indication. Do you have any
comments, Mr. Malenfant."

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is a one day wonder. No one will remember next
week. I diffused a situation for one of my staff. I suspect we have more
important matters at hand." Nodding, he looked at the Chair.

"Hmm, well spoken, sir."

They were off onto the agenda. He listened and watched the various factions
in the partners, especially the issues that they thought were important. He
made some notes in his tablet. He would transfer them to his home computer
and delete them later in the day. He deferred to Mr. McNeil when it came to
their department. There was no way that he was going to say anything as
that would be deemed bad manners. His issues would arise in the weeks to
come. The meeting ended with the official thank you to Mr. Neil for all his
work in the firm and especially for the growth of his department. He was
glad that they would have their meeting almost directly after this meeting.

Their meeting went well and John acted as surprised as Andrew was. The
other surprise was that Mr. McNeil let them know that he would be off for
the rest of the week except for a small reception in the big conference
room on Friday afternoon. The entire office was to attend.

As they were leaving in the late afternoon, John came up to him. "Wish me
luck. Movie and a drink tonight."

"No not luck. Have a great time. Enjoy the evening to the full, no matter
how you decide to end it. You want to be able to say that you had a good
time and you will always remember it. You might not want to tell the kids
the details." Timothy gave him a big smile and a little punch on his arm.

"Boss, I like your style."

That set Timothy back a bit. Andrew had used the word. He knew that that
word would come but not so soon from both of them. Yeah, he was the boss
and it was a good way that John told him. He now knew how he would have to
react to John tomorrow. Any comments about his adventures tonight would
have to be on John's terms. It was not the boss' role to ask tomorrow
morning. There was a distance between them now. He felt slightly
deflated. His promotion had finally really struck home in a way he had not
anticipated.

Jeremy was looking at Timothy with his head cocked to the side. "You look
thoughtful tonight."

"It was a good day. Meeting went well." He stopped and looked at his
guy. "John called me 'boss' as he was leaving so did Andrew yesterday. I
knew that it would come but not so dramatically. I guess it was good
planning on my part to have John for supper and a chat last night before it
all became official. Mr. McNeil is not returning to work this week. I am
the head of a department tomorrow. I was enjoying John and I guess I saw
him as a business friend. I feel a little down about it. The word
'deflated' came to my mind as he was leaving my office this afternoon." He
sighed.

"Ah, lover, I hate seeing you like this."

Jeremy was beside him in an instance. He put his arms around him. "You'll
see. It will work out. You can have some kind of relationship with him
especially if things go the way I suspect they will at the movie and a
drink. I am pretty sure that he will let you know how things went. If not
tomorrow then later if they get closer. He knows that he can trust you. He
may want to bounce things off you."

Jeremy pulled Timothy close to him and gave him a kiss. Timothy smiled and
kissed him back. "I keep saying it. You are so good for me."

Their shirts were soon off and Timothy had his eyes closed and he looked
deeply satisfied as Jeremy licked his nipples and bit them lightly. It was
so comforting and romantic to be loved like that. They talked a bit more
and then Timothy stood and pulled Jeremy up to him. They kissed again
standing holding each other and it became more passionate.

Many minutes later. Jeremy felt Timothy grow tense and shuddered as Timothy
finished inside him. The wetness in his eyes told Jeremy how deeply Timothy
was moved. Jeremy was not surprised when Timothy came out and leaned down
and took him all the way with his mouth. Minutes later Jeremy tensed, held
his breath as his body went rigid. Then he gasped as he let his body
surrender to the waves that surged through him like a tidal wave of
pleasure and release. Wave after wave.

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If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have
published on Nifty. In particular, my first story, Unexpected Change which
has had the most positive comments and one of my other favourites, What a
Difference a Year Makes. I have recently reread Introspection and it is
worth a read.



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