Date: Thu, 3 Sep 2015 09:15:14 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Unexpected: Five Years On 3

Unexpected: Five Years On 3

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The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile
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Comments

Things really start to happen in Jeremy's life. I enjoyed writing this
chapter to go from the reflectiveness that Jeremy went through in Chapters
1 and 2  to the events in this chapter. Let me know your thoughts. I hope
that I managed it.

Previously

The club was quiet on a Tuesday night. He had a soft drink, enough beer at
the pub with Jake. He reflected yet again on his life at university. It was
so much easier with the team, classes, exams, off to the club, evenings
with the odd guy he met at the LGBT club, planning and attending LGBT
events. There was a rhythm each day. His life still had a rhythm but very
different. Certainly Wayne with a wife and kid had a life so different than
his.

He asked a couple of guys for a dance and finally decided that it was time
to leave. For the first time in a long time the club had not changed his
mood, his nostalgia. He knew that this feeling was only temporary but ....

A young, good looking guy came up to him as he headed for the door. "You
look as if you are leaving. Like a dance, I noticed that you didn't dance a
lot. Looked lost in thought."

"You noticed. Yeah a little nostalgic tonight. Thanks for the offer but I
don't think that I would be very good company, dancing or anything else."

"I might be able to change that for you."

"Perhaps, but no, not tonight. Please, it is not you. I see a good looking,
bright young man who would try HARD to change my mood." Little wan smile as
he said it. They both chuckled at how he emphasized the 'hard'. "Perhaps
another night."

That was a first for Jeremy. As he reflected in the car, he had just turned
down a guy who would have tried very hard to brighten his evening. He
figured that sometimes days and feelings like this were not a bad thing. He
would work on his plan.

Present

The dads were pleased to be asked to use their house for the bachelor
party. They too remembered some of the great evenings with Jeremy's
university friends but they quickly asked Jeremy if he wanted them
around. They treated Jake as a second son so they were happy to have the
party at their home. They discussed it and finally it was decided that they
would spend the night at Jeremy's condo.

Very soon Jake was back in touch with the date for the wedding, the
Saturday before the long weekend in May and they set a night for the
party. Marie was overjoyed that they would hold it on a Saturday night a
week before the wedding. They knew that probably only people in town would
attend. However, they did send out invitations to all the football team
just in case someone might be in town. The plan was that there would be a
BBQ and some games outside until it was dark. Then the party would go
inside for the real action.

Jeremy worked hard the rest of the week. Michael had given him the forensic
case to look over. It was interesting. It had some curious angles to it
that intrigued him. He enjoyed working with Michael seeing how his mind
worked on the overall picture of the case. Jeremy took some time to look
through some online journals to see if anything would help. He learned a
lot but was still drawing blanks. He told himself that that was why he had
asked to work with Michael. He wanted to learn.

He, Wayne and David got together to make plans and organize all the things
that were needed for the party which was possibly going to be quite
large. There were guys from the football team, friends of Jake from work
and young relatives from both his family and some from Marie's who he had
gotten to know and enjoy. They worked on an email and Wayne agreed to be
the one to send it out to football team members as he had kept more in
touch with them than Jeremy had. Jeremy would send out all the others and
tabulate their responses.

Yves' name had come up as person from Marie's side. Yves' parents were
friends of Marie's parents and Marie knew him. Apparently it was a business
and friendship connection through a French speaking business group. Jeremy
drew the line. He wanted nothing to do with him and he certainly didn't
want him in his 'home'. He had no control over the wedding list but he had
some say in the bachelor party. The guys were OK with it.

The one name that drew a smile from Jeremy was good old Brent, the teammate
who had outed him in his first year of university. He and Jeremy had come
to terms with each other in the second year when Jeremy was voted captain
of the team. While they would never be friends, each knew that if the other
was in trouble, they would be backed up.

In fact, it had been Jeremy who had stopped a possible fight at a campus
pub that could have had Brent cut from the team. When Brent sobered the
next day, it had been Jeremy who had given him crap for what he had
done. The guys on the team, no longer silent, let Brent know that Jeremy
had stepped in physically to help him. They were never friends but they
would always cover each other's back.

As it turned out, Brent was on the wedding list, a friend of Jake's, and
while he was out of town, he had a business trip that he could start on the
Saturday of the party and he would work that week on business and stay over
for the wedding.

The weeks leading to the wedding were packed with things to do. He wrote
his toast to the bride and groom and had decided to do anything that he
said about Jake in English and anything about Marie in French. It gave him
great pleasure to construct a speech that was serious, funny and in two
languages about two people that he treasured. He ordered and was fitted for
his tux. He had to admit that it looked damn sexy on him.

He worked hard with Michael and realized why he was so admired in his
field. When he was working a case, his mind never stopped. He could almost
feel him organizing, analyzing the figures and their relationships. No
wonder he had so many requests to speak and present keynote addresses,
articulate and filled with insights. His insights were so deep. A role
model. He learned more in those weeks than in some courses that he had
taken. Michael had told Jamie that he was impressed with the way Jeremy
approached the case and his insights.

He had supper with him and Stephen Bourgeois, his partner of many years. He
recognized all the signs of their trust and love for each other. Sometimes
it was like watching his dads. Even more reason to use these men as role
models!

It was Saturday, the week before the wedding. Rented and borrowed tables
and chairs had been set up in the basement. There were some computer
terminals arranged in the den. There was food, munchies, beer and
wine. They rented glasses, dishes and cutlery that had been picked up by
David and Mark who were going to stay the day and act as servers, guides
and organizers for the evening. Mark was an impressive guy both in size and
manner. He had said that he would deal with anyone who got out of line. He
had a manner and way of talking so that people accepted what he said and he
had the physical presence if that didn't work.

Much of the team were the first to arrive. What a blast, meeting and
catching up with all the guys. Some still single, some had girlfriends, a
lot married and several with kids like Wayne. They sent everyone out to the
patio. A few of the team members found the soccer balls they had left out
and made up two teams. A few guys not on their old team joined in. The rest
talked and drank.

Brent left the game and came over to Jeremy. "Hey, you guys have done a
great job. I have been to a few of the pub crawls and you know, this is
more fun. It is great to see all you guys again. By the way, thanks."

Jeremy gave him silence and the look to explain himself.

"I guess I learned more from you than I ever imagined. We were at a family
party this Christmas and one of my cousins, who I am close to, was outed by
another cousin. Nasty bastard." He chuckled knowing full well what he had
said. "None of us had any idea that he was gay. It sure stopped the
party. To my horror, the room went quiet and the poor sucker was alone; no
one was coming to help him. I remembered the locker room, the reaction
there and then your words. So I went over and put my arm on his shoulder
and looked at everyone and said two words, 'so what'.

Then I launched into your speech. He was no different than he was minutes
ago or weeks ago. He was still himself, a hard working, bright, friendly
guy. He was still their friend, cousin, son. I told them that if they
couldn't see that, they didn't deserve him. I looked at all of them and
said that he was my cousin and always would be." He paused looking quietly
at Jeremy. "I guess that is my small, late apology. I hope that helps make
up for what I did all those years ago, in some small way."

Jeremy was genuinely touched, completely amazed. This was not the Brent
that he had in his mind. "Wow, Brent! Makes up for it in a big way." Jeremy
looked thoughtful. "By the way, I really owed you for that day. Didn't know
it at the time." He smiled. "I think that I had been pretending to everyone
around me that I wasn't gay up to that day. Oh I was off to clubs and
meeting guys but otherwise, I was trying to live a non gay life. It forced
me to be who I was and be damned about who thought what. I went out that
next day and joined the LGBT group and became an executive member in the
following years." He paused. "I guess that is my way to say thanks to you."

Jeremy held out his hand and they shook. With a little smile, Brent, "If I
remember, one of your dads would react differently, a bit more
demonstrably."

With an even bigger smile, "Philipo." He embraced Brent in a hug and Brent
hugged back.

Wayne, "Enough of the touchy feely shit. We need to get the meat on the
BBQ."

It broke the moment but both guys knew that they now had a different
relationship for the future. It felt good, especially to Jeremy, like an
old wound fully healed.

Huge plaudits for the meats, salads and especially the potato salad. Then
the wedding cake with a ceremonial cutting of it by Jake with the many off
colour comments by all the guys. One of the guys, had actually made a
figure of the bride and groom having sex with the groom's very large cock
only half way in. Well any one who has been to such a party can imagine the
comments and how long they went on. They had Jake red faced and out of
breath from laughing. There were a few incriminating pictures.

They sorted themselves into different card games and there was a sign up
for the computers. Jeremy played some boisterous euchre for a while and
then just wandered, talking to guys, some he knew and some he got to
know. It was loud and hearty. David and Mark were watching the intake of
alcohol. They had alerted the guys to whose house it was and the fact that
they didn't want to end up in court because someone had drunk too
much. There had been a reminder that there were beds, couches and
inflatable mattresses for anyone who wanted to stay.

Around 10 there was a knock on the front door and Mark answered it hoping
it was not the police. There were a few guys relaxing and catching up on
the patio but they were not noisy.

There stood a very good looking young lady in very tight clothing. "Sorry,
miss, you must have the wrong number."

"No, I have a message to deliver to Jake."

Mark knew immediately. "David, would you get Jeremy to the front door?"
Turning back to the young lady, "Just a minute please."

Jeremy arrived. It only took him a few seconds. A message for Jake, yeah!
Jeremy's immediate reaction to himself, oh shit. Then he figured that the
team must have set this up. Go with the flow.

"Miss, you are looking very good this evening. I'll take you to Jake."

"Wouldn't have minded you being Jake.

With a smile, "I am the only one here like it but I play with and for the
other team.

She scanned him from head to toe and with a lascivious smile, "More's the
pity. I guess I'll have to settle for Jake."

"That won't be a waste of your time. Hey, ask for John William Robert
Stapely. Come on, he is playing cards in the basement."

From their looks of anticipation, it was the team, Wayne, Brent and several
others who had arranged this. Big smiles

"I have a message for John William Robert Stapely."

Like magic, the crowd moved back and the guys took the table away, careful
not to mix up the cards; they had some of their priorities right. There was
his buddy Jake sitting looking totally bewildered but Jeremy knew him well
enough to see the lights go on. Jake quickly realized what was happening
and who organized it. He looked right at Jeremy who pointed to his chest
and nodded no. Then the eyes fastened on the young lady who was advancing
while shedding her blouse. The bra left nothing to the imagination.

She pulled out small speakers from the bag she was carrying and plugged in
her iPod. She started to dance to the music in front of Jake. She was good
and when she slipped off her jeans; again her under garment left little to
the imagination. She looked at Jeremy and handed her clothes to him
whispering that he was the only one here that she could trust. They smiled
at each other.

By the time she had finished, she had danced, striped off Jake's shirt and
t shirt, sat and moved on his lap. The guys had clapped in rhythm and made
various comments to Jake. Nothing too offensive and only good comments
about the young lady. The guys were gentlemen. Quite a few pictures were
taken.

Finally she took out a scroll and read it in a lovely, soft voice. "Jake,
from all your soccer buddies and all your friends here, in the spirit of
tonight we wish you much love with your wonderful Marie."

The young lady leaned over and gave him kiss on the lips. She stood and
left the room. There was applause and lots of questions as to why his legs
were crossed or challenges for him to stand up. Jake just laughed.

Jeremy gave the young lady her clothes and showed her into the nearest
bathroom. She soon returned. "Thanks, you have a nice bunch of guys. You'd
be surprise how awful it is sometimes." She looked at Jeremy, "If you ever
changed teams, talk to your guys and phone me."

David and Mark closed the bar shortly after 12, warning the guys about
driving and their options for drives or sleeping over. Jeremy had played
quite a few hands of cards and one of the guys who had played euchre with
him as partner came up to him to thank him for the party. He vaguely
remembered him. Tim, Jim? It was all a bit of blur. They had won several
hands together. He remembered that.

"Sorry, in all the noise and meeting people, I have forgotten your name but
we did win a couple of hands of euchre together."

"Timothy. You played well. Thanks. This is really nice send off for Jake. I
am a friend of Marie's family, known her since we were kids and I have
gotten to know Jake. A great guy. You and he handled the surprise
nicely. One of the best bachelor parties that I have attended."

"We'll talk at the wedding after my duties have been performed and I shall
remember. Timothy. See you in a week. Thanks for the compliments by the
way."

There were an endless number of goodbyes especially from the football
team. One of the last to go was Brent. "Nice job Jeremy. You handled the
young lady like a pro. You OK with it."

"She said that it was of the best that she has been at. Complimented the
guys. Thanks for the surprise. It helped make the evening. See you next
week."

"I am in town for the week. Supper, lunch, sometime next week? Here is my
card."

"You know, I would really like to but I have a lot on at work and all
this. I'll really try. If I can't manage it, have a good week. They
exchanged cell numbers." They bumped fists. Jocks to the end.

"Oh, thank your dads. This place was just right. By the way, it must look
great with the rug down. Oriental?" Jeremy nodded yes. "Your dads are
great." More surprising words from Brent.

The rest of the guys left and there were plans afoot for some football
scrimmages and some card nights. Just what Jeremy had hoped for.

He was busy that week but he managed an hour and a bit with Brent at pub
near work. He was surprised at how interesting and fun he was to be
with. He learned about his new girlfriend and if the picture he carried
with him was anywhere close to correct, she was a beauty. But even more,
she was a young lawyer who by all accounts was bright and had captivated
Brent. Jeremy left knowing that the two of them had connected on a totally
different level.

He arrived at Jake's early on the Saturday morning. He had done a final
check for the ring, all his outfit and a copy of his speech. They had a
great morning together. Jake had no doubts about what he was doing and just
had the jitters about doing everything right with no mistakes. He and
Jeremy talked about university days and shared a lot of their hopes for the
next years. As they left for the church, Jeremy realized yet again that
this was a milestone in Jake's life and their relationship; it would change
but there would always be the bond no matter what.

Finally, they were standing at the front of the church. Jeremy had given
Jake a huge hug just before they left the room for the front of the church
and Jake had returned it with his thanks. In his own way, Jeremy loved this
guy like a brother. It felt so good to be standing beside him as the first
notes of the Trumpet Voluntary sounded. They turned as one to look at the
most beautiful sight of Marie in her magnificent gown. Jeremy put his hand
on his friend's shoulder. "You are a lucky man. God bless. You are going to
do so well."

"Thanks for everything Jeremy."

It went off with not a hitch. Jeremy was thrilled when he heard the words
'I pronounce you husband and wife'. He could see the love as the two kissed
gently.

There were the usual photographs, the receiving line where Jeremy met so
many people that he would never remember all the names. His speech was one
of the highlights of the night. He had heard a little note of surprise when
he switched to French for his comments about Marie. His comments were
funny, tender and loving. Her parents had come up to him as the tables were
moved and the dance floor was being arranged. Her father insisted on the
best scotch at the bar. Her mother was effusive in her praise of everything
that he had done for the newlyweds.

Jeremy danced with all the bridesmaids and with both mothers of the bride
and groom. Brent had come up to him. His usual cryptic comment 'not a bad
dancer with the girls for a gay guy'. Jeremy had replied that he was
flexible. That got a chuckle from Brent.

Jeremy decided to take a break. He had done the meet and greet and had
attended to all his duties. He just wanted to take a break, watch and
reflect. He was at the bar when the young guy who thanked him at the party
came up. Jeremy looked at him. "Timothy! Told you that I would remember
your name and not just your card playing ability."

In a few seconds, he took the guy in. Tall about 6'1, not a big guy but
well proportioned, nice broad back and shoulders. He had had his hair
styled; it really set off his face. His hair was light brown and his skin
was a lovely tone of light brown with a touch of olive under tone, with
hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle. Quite a combination. They held each
others gaze for few seconds. Jeremy told himself to stop this, off limits.

"Jeremy, your speech was incredible. I have known Marie since I was a kid
and you know her so well."

"You understood what I said."

Speaking in French, "I come from a mixed family. Dad is French Canadian and
mom is English so I was brought up in both languages. I attended elementary
school and half of secondary in French and then switched to English for the
second half. University was in English as well and that is what I shall
probably work in but we shall see. You speak really well."

Replying in French, "A little rusty but it comes back almost instantly. I
was in French Immersion. Did some courses in French at university. Had to
look up a couple of words for the speech." He shrugged but smiled. "What do
you do to pay for that expensive haircut and very nice suit?"

"I hope this doesn't finish this conversation. I am a lawyer." Quickly,
"You?"

"I am an accountant and hope to be a forensic accountant."

"Hey, possibly we shall be the butt of lawyer and accountant jokes." Both
guys were impressed with the credentials of the other.

They chatted for a bit. Timothy made a reference to a film, the Imitation
Game, that was drawing very good critical reviews. Jeremy looked at
him. "Have you seen that film?" Timothy nodded yes. Jeremy continued. "I
have seen it. Great film. Bloody shame what they did to Turning." It was
obvious that both of them had not only enjoyed the film but had lots of
comment about the cinematography and the structure of the film.

Jeremy looked at him. "You obviously like film. Have you seen the Theory of
Everything? I hear that it is excellent." Timothy indicated that he hadn't
but would like to.

Timothy looking as if he didn't know where to go from here, "I guess I
should let you get back to dancing. You cut quite figure out there with the
young ladies. From the looks of it, you could have your pick tonight."

Jeremy wasn't sure what to say. Then he figured that at this point in the
festivities, it didn't really matter. "I don't want to shock you but to be
honest, those young ladies are really of no interest to me."



"Ah, you have one who isn't here tonight. Too bad."

"No ...." He hesitated. "I hope that this doesn't put a stop to a good time
with an interesting guy. While I would never do anything to spoil Marie's
wedding, I would rather ask you to dance." He smiled with a little twinkle
in his eye. There, he had said it, probably the end of the conversation.

There was total silence and Timothy looked surprised and speechless. Jeremy
figured that he had really put his foot in his mouth. Timothy finally
looked as if he had come to a decision. "If it wouldn't cause such a
disruption, I would accept." He paused looking pensively at Jeremy. "I had
no idea about you."

It was Jeremy's turn to look lost for words. "Serious? Not just trying to
break any awkwardness."

Finally, screwing up his courage, "Never more serious. One thing I don't
fool around about. I am a good dancer even if I don't have nice boobs and
curves."

"Never have been a fan of boobs. I like hardness, in all the right place."
He gave Timothy an intense look with just the trace of smile.

Timothy did smile. Almost before he even thought about it, "Want to go to
movie and see the Theory of Everything?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"As a lawyer, to cover myself, I would have to say that I was asking you to
see a movie with me. But I guess I can't stop you from calling it what you
want."

"A date it is." Jeremy's gentle smile, "Do you have a phone with you? Why
don't we set it up now?" Each got out their phones and found a time and a
place. "How about supper first. Have to eat. Give you a chance to see if
you can put up with me."

"Well, I have so far. Might be a bit of a task. An accountant? Hmm. Only,
time will tell." He tried to look serious but failed when the grin spread
across his face, lighting up his eyes..

Jeremy watched as that tight, hard ass walked off. Jesus, what had he done,
he asked himself. Here at the wedding, he had a date with a good looking,
interesting lawyer. Who would have thought? OK Jeremy, off to finish your
duties. However, there was little extra spring in his step. As he danced
with some more of the guests, his gaze glanced around and several times saw
Timothy talking to Marie, then to bridesmaids. Timothy too asked a couple
of the girls to dance. Timothy was a good dancer. Jeremy especially liked
his fast moves. OK Jeremy told himself don't get too far ahead, supper and
a movie.

Timothy was surprised at himself. He hadn't done anything like this in a
long time. He told himself to go slowly. Jeremy was a jock. He saw how he
interacted with his teammates at the bachelor party. Maybe they weren't
close enough in interests. However, Jeremy knew a lot about film and
expressed himself very well. Not a phony. Don't jump ahead, he warned
himself. Supper and a movie.

Jeremy saw his buddy and his very beautiful bride off. He stayed to the end
acting as one of the hosts. He had a lot compliments from many of the
guests for all that he had said and done. Many were especially
complimentary on his speech in both languages. Marie's parents in
particular couldn't thank him enough. Jake's parents had always treated him
as one of their sons and there were hugs from Jake's dad and a big kiss
from his mother. All in all a very successful day, months actually.

He sighed to himself as he saw Yves coming towards him. It had been a long
but good day. Why this, now? He had to admit that Yves looked stunning in
what must have been a very expensive suit and his styled hair. "Jeremy, you
did a good job. You look even better than I remember."

Jeremy couldn't help himself, it just came out. "Yves, you certainly are
better dressed than the last time I remember seeing you." Yves face had a
look of total surprise at his words. Jeremy sighed again at his own lack of
control. "I am so happy for Jake and Marie. It was a great day for
them. Thank you for the compliments."

He turned to go. "You do know that that guy meant nothing to me."

"It sure meant something to me. Yves, I am a bit tired and I am going to
go. Glad you enjoyed the day."

From the look on his face, Yves was not used to being told to get
lost. Strangely, the encounter did not make Jeremy feel better or worse. It
was just Yves and he immediately replaced him with Timothy in his mind.

He had spent a lot of Sunday at church and then with the family. He had
enjoyed the time with his cousins and especially Momma as they grilled him
about the wedding and made him practically repeat his speech. As usual, he
felt so surrounded by love and attention. He had brought some food and
Momma gave him her lecture on why he shouldn't have done it but he did what
he watched Jamie do so many times, a smile and little shrug. For that, he
got a cuff on the arm and great, big Momma hug.

The first two days of the week crept by like slow pouring, cold
molasses. He managed not to make a complete idiot of himself at work, just
managed. The nights were worse and he didn't want to go out to the
club. Wednesday finally came. He hurried home. He showered and he knew
exactly what he wanted to do. He chose his wardrobe carefully and styled
his own hair. He looked pretty good.

Little did he know that at a gym close by after a shower, Timothy was doing
the same thing. He had known that it would be a busy day at work and he was
leaving early to join Jeremy. But he was damned if he was going to turn up
smelling from the day of work and in work clothes. He had chosen and taken
with him some of his favourite leisure clothes. He looked at himself in the
mirror as he was about to leave. He took an honest look and figured that
while Jeremy was an exceptional looking guy, he himself wasn't bad. He was
so looking forward to the evening. He lived at home and told his parent
that he might be a bit late. He made up an excuse of staying at work and
then going to a movie with some friends from work, possibly a pub after the
movie. That gave him some time as they had chosen a fairly early start for
the film.

Jeremy had just been shown to a table when Timothy spotted him as he
entered. Both smiled and shook hands. They decided to order and then talk
as time was limited.

Ordering done, Jeremy stopped and looked up at Timothy, "Looking pretty
good, sir. I would almost say that you are dressed up to impress someone."

"Oh, such powers of observation and deduction. I suspect that you know that
because you spent a bit of time in front of the mirror yourself. Did a nice
job on the hair, by the way."

Both guys were smiling and they knew that there was no rejoinder necessary;
both guilty. Jeremy looked at him. "Well, have to look good on the first
date at least." He emphasized 'date'.and he winked as a smile crept across
his face. "My week seemed so slow after all the events of the last
weeks. Boring but you know what kept me going?"

"Coffee?" Jeremy had just taken a sip of his draft and almost sprayed it
out of his mouth.

Still chuckling, "Good one. No! Knowing that I was going to a movie with a
bright, young lawyer. Pretty well dressed one at that. Tell me about
yourself. Play any sports?"

"Played hockey when I was young. Didn't like it. Played soccer in high
school. Not bad, mediocre I would have to admit. You?"

"Football/soccer was my passion. Played on the university team as a
starting striker. Now I just play for the fun of it to stay in shape. Do
you do anything else? You look to be in good shape."

"I work out." He made a show of posing with his muscles and they both
laughed. "I discovered that I could ski, not competitively but I can ski
almost any run, any where. I like moguls." To Jeremy's questioning
look. "You know the big bumps in hills. Exciting and challenging.."

"Always wanted to try it but we didn't have a lot of money and it just was
not an option. Football was a lot cheaper and I loved it. I would like to
try skiing sometime."

To Timothy, there sure didn't seem to be a lack of money where they had the
bachelor party and Jeremy referred to that as his home. Timothy was about
to ask about lack of money but the food came. Both were hungry and that
stopped the flow of the conversation. Then it was finish quickly and off to
the movie.

Both were riveted by the performance. The transformation that the actor,
Eddie Redmayne, managed to perform from young man with problems to a
brilliant mind in a deformed body was so convincing.

As they left the theatre, there were many voices exclaiming about the
movie. Jeremy stopped on the street. "I don't really want to go to a pub
but I would love to talk some more. I have a small balcony. Want to come
back to continue talking about the film and for a drink?"

It was exactly what Timothy had planned for with what he had told his
parents. His answer was a definite yes.

"Jeremy, a nice, cozy place. Is it yours?"

"Yeah, I am the luckiest guy in the world. My dads gave it to me as a
graduation present. A lot of the furniture is from Pops and Momma and the
rest of the family. I have bought some. I like it. It suits me right
now. What can I get you? Beer, wine, booze?"

"A nice cold beer would be just great, red or darker if you have it. Oh,
hell give me anything."

Jeremy came back with a red and Timothy took a sip and sighed with
pleasure.

"Can I ask some personal questions?" Jeremy shrugged a go ahead. "You said
that there was not a lot of money when you were growing up. We had the
bachelor party at your 'home'; pretty damn nice place. Your dads gave you
this condo. Money scarce?"

"Ah, of course, you don't know. My family name was Jackowski not
Marchese-Milner." He told him the story.

"Fascinating. You have a father, a mother and two dads. How many
grandparents?" He chuckled.

"I have even given up counting. Some of them don't talk to me or my mother
now. Momma and Pops are Philipo's parents. Wonderful, wonderful
people. They and all his brothers and sister have adopted me. Jamie's
family treat me the same as Momma and Pops. I see my mother's family
occasionally but they are not too keen on gays. I only see my father
occasionally and never his family. OK, enough of my family. I met your
mother and father. They seem pretty connected to the French Canadian
community."

"Dad has done really well and we lack for nothing. They have put me through
law school which I always wanted. Actually, I was thinking. Have you ever
done any water skiing? Some people find if they can do it easily and like
it, they often like winter skiing. We have a really nice old fashioned
chalet with a fairly powerful motor boat which use for water skiing all the
time"

"Sounds interesting. Hey, it is getting a little chilly out here. Let's
move in."

Timothy sat on the sofa and Jeremy went to get a couple more beer. He
handed the bottle to Timothy and then went and put on some music. He sat on
the sofa close to Timothy.

He tipped his bottle in salute. "Timothy, thanks for the suggestion. I have
really enjoyed the evening."

"So have I. What is the music?"

"I know that it is a bit of a strange piece for now. It is a piece that
Jamie introduced me to, Prokofiev's Classical Symphony. I really like it. I
find it both reflective and invigorating."

"A man of very wide tastes. You know, I looked up the definition of
date. The short version is to meet someone to find out if you want to spend
more time with them."

"Not a bad definition and ?"

"I would like to date again."

"So would I."

Timothy hesitated a bit and suddenly feeling bolder, "Can we seal the deal
with a kiss?"

"Oh my, Timothy kisses on the first date!"

"When the person is right, yep."

They moved closer together and leaned into each other. Their lips
touched. Jeremy put his arms on Timothy's shoulders. Timothy put his around
Jeremy. Their eyes were closed. The pressure became a little
stronger. Jeremy felt the tip of Timothy's tongue on his lips. There was
only one answer to that. He opened his mouth and the tip of his tongue was
on Timothy's. At first it was gentle and very sexy. Jeremy pushed in a bit
more. Suddenly, tongues were in each other's mouths, dueling. Now very
erotic. Hands clamped harder on Timothy's shoulders; arms tightened around
Jeremy's body. Timothy shuddered; Jeremy groaned. Almost by telepathy, they
slowly disengaged. Their eyes opened almost in disbelief. The looks were
intense.

Jeremy smiled. "I would like to seal the deal again."

Timothy's answer was to start again but this time he was more aggressive,
not what Jeremy expected, not that he would complain. Eventually, they
broke apart. Both scanned the other's body. Yeah there was a reaction.

Timothy was surprised. He was attracted to this guy; he was not the guy he
had imagined. He was not just the jock. He had a great career. He liked
good film and classical music. He was very sexy. All that posed a major
problem for him with his parents. He would have to deal with that when they
met again. His mind flashed back to his mention of water skiing and a plan
was forming in his head. It might work.

This was another first for Jeremy. This was all he wanted tonight, a kiss
to seal the deal. He wasn't sure exactly what the deal was but he knew that
he wanted to explore it more. This guy had taken him by surprise. He was
not a football or hockey team player but he loved skiing and working
out. He liked good film and music. He was bright and a lawyer with a well
know firm. He didn't even dare to hope: some time, some place ....



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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 an
interesting story.



Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011

Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011

Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011

Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011

What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011

Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011

Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012

Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012

Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012

What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012

Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, November 1, 2012

Introspection, Nifty, Relationships, August 1, 2013

Bad Boy Series, Nifty, Beginning, January 2, 2014

Unexpected, Nifty, Adult Friends, September 3, 2015