Date: Mon, 18 May 2009 07:18:41 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Adam Conquers Earth, Chapter 9

Dear Reader: the following is a story of adult fiction, persons under the
age of 18 are not permitted to view this material.

	When the ground is fertile seeds will grow, it's like that with
love as well.

	All comments welcomed. Chris James.

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			 Adam Conquers Earth (M/B)

Chapter Nine

	The steaks were sizzling in the broiler and the salad was made, the
only thing missing was Tim. It was already nine o'clock, and Brian hated
late meals like this, it was bad for digestion. But they would probably be
up until two in the morning, it was the weekend and there was no work
tomorrow.

	Steve and Mark sat watching some car chase film as Brian fussed in
the kitchen, and then he heard the door buzz. Mark got up to answer and hit
the lock release, Tim was in the condo a minute later.

	"Sorry, I had business to attend to," Tim said, digging in the
fridge for a beer. "Smells good."

	"Hope you're hungry," Brian said.

	"Yeah...hey Steve," Tim said. The boy had come into the kitchen and
slid an arm around Tim's waist, a possessive move. Tim leaned down and
kissed the boy on the lips and they hugged. It was good to see Steve
getting something like that, he needed the affection.

	Mark walked in next and Brian told them to take a seat. The salad
made the rounds as he pulled the steaks out of the broiler. A plate for
each steak and baked potato, they were ready. Mark was hungry and so was
Steve, the boys ate as Brian picked at his salad, Tim still worked that
beer.

	As close friends Brian had come to know Tim's moods, something was
wrong, he could sense it. Not something to discuss in front of the kids he
was sure, he would find out later.

	"So you work hard today?" Tim asked the boys.

	"Yeah, shot lots of stuff, maybe enough to finish the episode,"
Mark said.

	"We'll find out Monday," Steve added. "How was your day?"

	"Busy too, had to spend some time downtown," Tim said, giving Brian
a quick look.

	Yeah, it was something bad, Brian thought. "So are you staying
over?" Brian asked.

	Tim shrugged as he took a final pull off the beer bottle. "I can,
or maybe Steve wants to come over tonight and see the lights."

	"Cool...um, can I go, Brian?"

	Steve alone with Tim, which might be enough to get things
started. Why was Tim doing this? "I suppose," Brian said, "we still on for
our pool party tomorrow?"

	Tim nodded and started cutting his steak. Brian could see the
abrasions on his knuckles, he'd fought recently. He didn't think the boys
would notice, but he would ask before letting Steve go off with the man. It
was all small talk after that. Tim ate about half his meal and refused
another beer, a smart move if he was driving anywhere with Steve.

	The boys volunteered to clean up and Brian pulled Tim down the hall
to his bedroom.

	"So, what happened?" Brian asked.

	Tim sighed. "Tommy got shot in the leg, he'll live. Fuckin gang
bangers crashed a party of one of my clients, Tommy was the watchdog. He
called it in and then took a bullet, saved the client some pain. I took off
and got there just as the party was breaking up, a few of the gang bangers
were still there. I was pissed; they left Tommy just laying there. I called
the cops and an ambulance, and then took a few heads off."

	"Tommy's OK?"

	"Yeah, flesh wound, lots of blood, he'll be fine, I have his
medical covered." Then Tim smiled. "The three gang bangers will be laid up
a long while; they can't walk too well right now."

	Brian nodded. It was Tim who showed them how to break bones, teach
a lesson the subject wasn't likely to forget, Gold Tooth got his.

	"So you want Steve to come home and calm you down I suppose," Brian
said.

	"Something like that, I need some warmth."

	"Just remember, he doesn't know a thing...about you or sex, watch
yourself."

	Tim nodded. "I want him around a while...as a friend, he's good ego
food."

	"Well he needs someone to show him the right way to do things when
the time comes," Brian said. "I think he's already chosen you. I don't know
what to tell you about his parents, they're going to be a major obstacle to
any relationship you two might have."

	"Being Mark's friend might help, but I'm not predicting this will
last...that's up to Steve. He turns fourteen just about the time you guys
finish up this run, I'll wait and see."

	"Then you better take off, Steve had a long day, he'll be tired
soon," Brian said.

	Tim nodded. "I'm counting on it, might slow him down a bit."

	Mark hugged his good-byes, and Steve left with Tim, they could hear
the Ferrari's mufflers as they left the parking lot.

	"OK, what was that all about?" Mark asked.

	Brian bit his lip, not sure if he wanted to tell, but he'd always
been truthful with Mark and he didn't want that change. "Tim had a bad day;
I think he wants some comfort."

	"You don't want to tell me."

	"Not really, but I hate keeping things from you," Brian said.

	Mark moved in close, sliding his hands up under Brian's shirt. "I
don't need to know everything."

	"You know Tim's business, sometimes it gets scary. He doesn't
always have clients like you to protect, some of them are rough jobs. One
of his guys got shot..." And Brian told the whole story.

	Mark became quiet and then nodded. "I'm glad you told me. It just
shows they really do their job well, I feel safer."

	Brian slid his hands around Mark's neck and raised his head until
their eyes met. "I told you they meant business, it's a tough bunch of guys
Tim has...maybe I wasn't tough enough, I couldn't do that. They're trained
to react, what Tommy did was on instinct, he protected to the best of his
ability. I'd do the same, but only for you."

	Mark smiled and leaned up for a kiss, and then he backed off. "I
never had a hero like you before, someone I could completely trust, someone
who would do anything for me."

	"Well now you do. Love means I give you my all, and that includes
my life," Brian said.

	"No...don't say that, I couldn't live without you," Mark said.

	"I won't ever do anything foolish, I don't think it will be
necessary, that's why we have Tim."

	"Leave the hurt to Tim, that's his business. We're all about love,"
Mark said.

	Brian smiled "He's a tough man; I just can't imagine a thirteen
year old getting through that thick hide."

	Mark giggled. "Maybe a sexy boy is his weakness, I know someone
else who can't resist."

	"Yeah, you got me there."

	A long week meant they were tired lovers, but they felt the need
and they shared moments of passion before the sandman came and joined their
embrace, filling the room with soft snores and sweet dreams.

	High above the Hollywood lights Steve had shared his own moment of
passion with Tim, lip to lip, arms around one another. It was too late to
do anything more, but it made Steve feel special and it gave Tim the
comfort of a warm body beside him. And they too would sleep, assured that
the morrow would bring new feelings, new explorations in what they had
discovered inside one another.

	Tim marveled at all that smooth skin and the tenderness of a boyish
body. It brought out his deepest feelings of comfort, and the need to
nurture. In stark contrast to his day, Steve was a total supplicant, and
yet he possessed the power to heal in his very existence as they lay
together.

	The soft gentle breath of the sleeping boy on his chest made Tim
want to weep, this was the basic truth between them...they could share
feelings where none had existed before. It was in the very nature of the
boy to be affectionate and loving; Tim knew he could learn a lot from
Steve.

	He had agreed they could sleep in the nude, Steve's wish had been
granted. And as he disrobed Tim had watched the boy admire him, the
adoration clearly shown in his eyes. That had been their first moment of
truth, for Steve could not hide his emotional attachment, he didn't want
to.

	Tim was surprised at his own feelings as he watched Steve
undress. He expected to see the body of a child; he had not been prepared
to deal with the awe he felt. Steve was flawless, smooth and hairless, yes,
but he was a creature of light and great beauty, Tim caught his breath as
the boy stood before him.

	"God, you're magnificent," Tim said.

	Steve smiled, coy, shy...and ever so adorable. "I was going to say
that about you."

	He closed the distance between them and placed his hands on Tim's
chest. "So strong, so amazing...I feel safe here with you."

	Tim had lifted the boy effortlessly, carried him to the bed, and
lay his alabaster skin on the wine colored spread. It was a vision,
something to be admired. The boy was already hard and yet Tim didn't want
to notice that. That golden hair framed a face that made him want to
memorize every feature, he felt passion rise within, and realized he
shouldn't feel this way.

	"You are such a beautiful boy, God was kind to you," Tim said.

	Steve stared up with adoring eyes and beheld his god, for he just
couldn't believe he was here in this bed with the most desirable man he had
ever met looking down at him. And the feeling of joy brought tears to his
eyes and they spilled over causing Tim to lean down and kiss his cheeks.

	"I understand Steve...I really do. Before we go to bed, come...let
me show you something."

	He led the boy out the glass door in his bedroom and onto the edge
of the patio. The moon shown down from above, making Steve's body glow in
the reflected light. Tim stood back and gazed at the boy, only their hands
held fast, Steve did not want to let go.

	"Child of the moon, where have you been all my life?" Tim
asked. "For in you I see something I desire and yet cannot have...for
now. All that beauty down there in the valley means nothing when you're
here; I just want you to know that."

	"Do...do you love me?" Steve asked.

	Tim smiled, knowing the question had been in the boy's mind all
evening. "I love who you are, and what you will become. Love is a
commitment, Steve...commitments are won, not made of two strange minds like
ours. But I have no doubt, we'll come to know each other very quickly, and
then we can call it love."

	"I...I want to be yours," Steve said. "I never wanted anything so
much."

	"And you shall have me...when the time is right, when life gives
you the means to express that desire. But not now, now we must learn to
share what we can and glory in the feelings a caress can give. Let's go to
bed."

	Tim left the drapes open so the moon could shine on the bed and
give these moments meaning. For if he was the sun, then he had no doubt
that Steve was the moon reflecting his light. And they slid under the
sheets and came together, flesh upon flesh and he heard the boy sigh with
contentment.

	He lay on his back and Steve pressed close, placing his head on
Tim's chest, his leg over Tim's and his hardness pressed against that
strong thigh. Tim was aroused but not besotted, he had to resist at all
costs. He was here for a higher purpose. He shifted his head and kissed the
crown of Steve's head. The boy raised his face towards the source of that
affection and they kissed again. Warm lips, warm emotion.

	This was hard, difficult in the light of those sexual overtones
Steve emitted, but Tim didn't move a muscle. Steve sighed, and said one
word. "When?"

	Tim smiled. "Soon...but probably not tomorrow, OK?"

	Another sigh. "Anytime...I'll be waiting."

	"I know you will...sleep, for in dreams all things are possible."

	Steve sighed one final time and slid his arm across Tim's chest,
holding on to what he could have.

	Yes, it was meant to be...he would learn to love the boy. It meant
making a special place in his heart where none had existed, he had never
meant for this to happen. He could now understand what Brian felt, it was
beyond sex, it was a need he had yet to fully grasp. Loving one this young
and sweet would fill his world with joy and happiness. It also scared him.

	Today stood in stark contrast to what he knew now. Tim felt for the
boy's sake he now had to play it safe, no more risking his neck. Steve
needed him; he could do nothing to hurt this boy. It was a responsibility
he welcomed; the rewards would be so great. Steve would have his way in
time and the closer they came to loving one another the shorter that time
appeared.

	Six months? Could he hold out that long? The boy's body would
develop fast; he would see the changes on a daily basis. But how would he
know when to accept the needs of them both? He didn't know if he could
trust his own mind, maybe his heart would know.

	And ever so slowly he felt Steve relax as he drifted off to sleep
and leave only those soft breaths stirring the hair on his chest. And once
Steve was oblivious Tim allowed the tears to flow down his cheeks. He had
never been so happy in his entire life.

	In the night the boy slid away from him and Tim awakened, looking
over at the thin shoulder blades and the back that tapered down to the
boy's waist. They had kicked the sheet off, their proximity allowing the
heat to build between them. Tim looked up at the dark sky and saw the moon
had gone down. He reached up a hand and pressed the button on his
headboard, hearing the quiet whine of the motors as the drapes closed. Now
the sun wouldn't disturb their peace.

	Tim rolled on his side and slid up behind the boy, laying an arm
over the sleeping form. And like a magnet, Steve seemed to slide back into
his embrace, and he drifted off once again. Not even dawn could awaken
them, only Steve did as he got up to use the bathroom. He was half asleep
when he returned and started when he looked down into Tim's eyes which were
wide open and staring.

	"Morning, beautiful," Tim said.

	Steve smiled, and a blush rose to his cheeks, he was still hard as
a rock. He slid under the covers to hide his arousal and Tim pulled him
close.

	"I saw that, was it like that all night?"

	Steve giggled. "Probably."

	Tim laughed and pulled the boy over, the momentum almost pulling
Steve on top and the boy did the rest himself. Now he was laid out on Tim's
body, arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace. The only issue was that
hard cock; it was now pressed into Tim's stomach. Steve raised his head and
looked at Tim's face for some sign of disapproval, he couldn't help it.

	"Someone's happy to see me," Tim said, and he chuckled as Steve's
blush returned.

	"I...I can't help it."

	"I know," Tim said, leaning his head forward and kissing Steve's
forehead. And then slowly, deliberately he slid his hands down the boy's
back and grasped his butt cheeks. Steve's cock throbbed at the touch and
Tim closed his eyes.

	His hands clenched and released those soft globes, and Steve
throbbed each time. He couldn't stop now, this wasn't like real sex. He
kneaded the flesh and felt Steve throb, and his body moved a fraction at a
time, rubbing that hardness between them.

	Steve didn't know what to think, he just didn't want it to
stop. Tim was doing it, he didn't have a say in the matter...but it felt so
good. He wanted to thrust, to make the feeling even better but he didn't
move. Tim made the movements with his hands. It seemed to go on forever and
Steve stifled a moan.

	The tickle at the head of his cock grew ever so slowly and Steve
wondered if Tim knew what was about to happen. He couldn't hold it back, he
didn't want to, and the hands...the hands seemed to posses him. And then
there was no turning back as Steve groaned and his cock pulsed, once,
twice, flooding the space between them, and he collapsed with a smile on
his face.

	The hands stopped and slowly rubbed his back, and Steve knew that
there was love in that touch, it gave him hope. Tim had wondered at his
physical reactions, his cock had remained only slightly engorged, no full
erection this time. His mind had been on the boy. His needs not mine, Tim
thought. The whole thing had been so sweet, the amount of cum that spurted
between them didn't surprise him. Steve was capable of that he knew. He
wanted to look, to see it, to confirm what he already knew, the boy was
mature...he was on the road to manhood.

	His fingers sought the shape of Steve's head, fingers threading
through the blonde locks and Steve responded, lifting himself up until
their lips met. And his tongue darted into Tim's mouth, his kiss one of
passion and thanks. It was the only way Steve could give back.

	Their relationship had crossed a line with that orgasm; an unspoken
agreement had been reached. It was never more obvious as when they stepped
into the shower together, for Steve was hard again and that aroused Tim as
well. Steve looked down and smiled at Tim's cock.

	"Whoa...awesome," Steve said. "It's huge."

	"Not huge, just a lot bigger than yours at the moment. You see the
obstacle to us becoming engaged in any serious sex? Nothing about my cock
works with your body at the moment."

	"It's...it's inspiring," Steve said.

	Tim laughed. "You go on thinking like that; we'll make it work
someday. Right now I think you have a hot little body...and my cock thinks
so too."

	Steve grinned and leaned back against the wall, his hands roamed
his chest and thighs before he grasped his stiff cock. "Want to see it
squirt?"

	"I felt it once...go on, knock yourself out."

	And Tim watched as the boy began a slow and seductive dance between
his body and his hand. Steve did everything he could think of to make it
pleasurable for Tim, the performance was arousing. And even as the boy
chewed on his tongue, Tim could imagine those lips wrapped around his cock
and he began to stroke himself.

	The eyes, Steve's eyes watched him, and they burned with desire. It
was enough to make Tim feel sexy as hell; he was feeding the boy's
desires. And now Steve didn't have to hold back his feelings, he moaned and
groaned as he felt the surge rise within. He wanted to close his eyes and
give in to the feeling, but he couldn't take his eyes off Tim's engorged
cock. And so for the first time Steve came with his eyes open, staring at
the object of his desires.

	"Oh God...." Steve groaned and he came, another two spurts, less
powerful, but his knees almost buckled and he slid to the floor of the
shower. Now he was looking up and Tim's cock seemed huge from this angle.

	"That was hot...I'm gonna cum too," Tim groaned.

	And he closed his eyes; unaware that the minute he did Steve leaned
forward. "Oh God...damn," Tim gasped and his cock erupted, his cum spraying
out in an unusually large discharge, Steve was there to receive the blast.

	Tim opened his eyes and looked down at the mess on Steve's face,
he'd never seen the boy grin that wide. The white sticky fluid had
splattered the boy's face and neck, but no matter, Steve's tongue was
covered as well, he got the taste he was after.

	"You ever tasted cum before?" Tim asked.

	Steve shook his head. "My first time...different, almost salty...I
like it."

	Tim grabbed the boy and pulled him to his feet, pressing their
mouths together sharing the taste. Steve pulled off with a gasp and Tim
shook his head.

	"What am I going to do with you?"

	"You could learn to love me, and then I could have this," Steve
said, reaching out a hand and grasping Tim's flaccid cock.

	"I will," Tim said, reaching out to hold Steve's smaller shrunken
tube of flesh.

	"Deal," Steve said, shaking the cock in his hand.

	"Deal," Tim said, shaking what he grasped.

	They showered and Tim fed the boy, while their clothes remained on
the bedroom floor. It was a morning of smiles, the sharing of new knowledge
and an occasional kiss. Steve somehow seemed older, more confident, and Tim
could only smile. The boy had just needed an outlet for his emotions, now
he had one.

	Mark was a uniquely confident boy; Steve had shown none of those
attributes. Being young and gay was a burden without reason and
direction. Hiding his feelings from his parents for all this time had been
oppressive, now Tim gave him someone close, and the sharing had begun.

	Tim made his calls right after breakfast and was pleased to find
Steve cleaning up the dishes. If the boy wanted a partnership these were
things he had to do, Steve understood that. He didn't expect Tim to wait on
him hand and foot, even if he did have lovely toes.

	Nine o'clock and Tim led Steve out on the patio and unrolled a thin
rubber mat for some exercise. Nothing dramatic, it was too soon for
that. But he made Steve stretch, limbering him up in a series of Tai-chi
moves that he would demand every time they were together like this. The boy
did well and then sat back to watch Tim's morning workout.

	The long slow routine was fascinating to watch, and not just
because the man was naked. Steve sensed that nudity was natural for Tim,
and why not, he had the privacy here. The evolution of the routine went
from slow and easy into a series of quick moves. Steve could only imagine
that slashing foot crushing ribs or breaking an arm. There was violence
apparent, and yet all the boy saw was the steady demanding control of a
warrior.

	They showered on the patio and swam. Tim was playful in the water,
tossing Steve around like ball and listening to the laughter. And when
Steve got water up his nose and choked Tim was there to comfort him, and
they got out to lie in the sun. The man had such a powerful body, and yet
his hands were soft and gentle as he applied the sunscreen, Steve was in
heaven.

	Tim heard the warning buzz on the security panel as the front gates
opened. Knowing it was Brian and Mark; he stood up and walked out to meet
them. Brian was not at all surprised to see Tim in the nude, Mark said
nothing, but he looked. They walked back to the patio and Steve got up,
standing beside his man.

	"So you found us all right I see," Tim said.

	"Yes, good directions or you would have lost us. What do we have
planned for the day?"  Brian asked.

	"Solitude, swimming and good food, we all need a bit of rest," Tim
said.

	Mark got right to it, stripping off his clothes and following Steve
into the pool, Brian lagged behind. "How's Tommy?" He asked.

	"Fine," Tim responded. "I called the hospital this morning and
spoke with Jerome, his partner in life. He says Tommy will be back on his
feet by the middle of the week."

	"Tough man," Brian said.

	"Yeah, I'm going to back him down a bit, give him an easier task,"
Tim said.

	"You think he'll accept that? I know, you're the boss, but he has
an image to maintain, he's not a cripple."

	Tim smiled. "I was thinking of detailing him to you guys on a
permanent basis, does that work for you?"

	"Tommy? Hell yes, he's a good man. His size alone is a deterrent,"
Brian said.

	"My thoughts exactly, and the publicity is about to start, Mark
will need watching."

	Brian sighed. "Yeah, there is that. Six days and the pilot runs on
network television, it's all uphill from there."

	"I need to thank you for allowing Steve over last night, he took my
mind right off Tommy and all that crap from yesterday," Tim said.

	Brian smiled. "Sweet kid, he looks a little more mature than I
expected."

	"We had a little bit of fooling around, I had to give him something
as a reward for being here," Tim said.

	"Watch out, he looks addictive," Brian chuckled.

	"He is, I am...I just don't know how it will play out."

	"Next will come love, he seems on that track already," Brian said.

	Tim smiled. "I'm not far behind him; he's just so...amazing."

	"Yeah...I know how you feel."

	There was no demand on their thoughts today, they did whatever they
wanted. Tim decided they ought to go out to dinner with the boys, nothing
fancy, just a chance to show off. And once again as they showered off
before dressing, Steve pushed things a little further, bringing Tim off
with his own hand. The boy allowed Tim's cock to paint his face once again,
only this time he managed to capture more of a taste before the spray
washed it all away.

	Tim watched with astonishment and could resist no longer, he
pressed Steve back down on the tile floor and put his head between the
boy's legs. Steve's groans filled the bathroom as he felt the heat of Tim's
mouth on his cock. The fantasy had come to fruition, he didn't last long.

	Sweet was all Tim could think as the boy spurted in his throat, so
very fucking sweet. The taste of Steve's seed coated his tongue, mild, not
cloying like a man's ejaculate...sweet. The boy writhed on the tile floor
as he came, eyes rolled back in his head, his fingers clutching Tim's
hair. The groans and squeals as he burst brought satisfaction, Tim had
pleased his boy.

	Steve lay there for two seconds and then got up, clutching Tim hard
as he could, there was no doubt they felt closer, more attached. And then
Steve looked up into Tim's face and said what was on his mind.

	"I love you," He whispered. Almost afraid of the words, as if he
thought Tim might reject the offering, was it all too soon?

	But he received a kiss in return and a smile. "You're so easy to
love, I love you too."

	It showed on their faces as they went out to dinner, new feelings
existed, a new path had been made. One month, thirty one days, and Steve
would turn fourteen. Tim knew he was so young, but not too young that they
couldn't work this out. The reward was just too good to miss; they had to
make it work.

	Mark saw the look in Steve's eyes, understanding came next. The
boyish infatuation had been replaced by something else. Confidence had
settled in, passion reigned, and Mark knew that could only mean one
thing. He was happy for Steve, and yet concerned. Their love would be hard,
the circumstances dictated that.

	They sat on the tatami mats of the private little room at the Tokyo
Ichiban restaurant, a first introduction to Japanese food for both
boys. Steve snickered at the thought of sushi, but he sampled
everything. Brian's first date with Tim had brought them here all those
years ago; he understood the significance of Tim bringing Steve this time.

	The sweet Japanese waitress was dressed in a traditional costume,
the kimono covered in a bright flowery print. And as she tended the meal
cooking off to one side, they toasted the day with a bit of sake.

	Steve frowned at the little taste Tim gave him, reaching for his
cup of tea.

	"Eww, that burns," Steve said.

	"Rice wine, no more for you then," Tim said. He raised his tiny cup
to Brian. "To old times and new," He said.

	Brian smiled, and returned the gesture. "May there be many more, to
new beginnings," He toasted.

	"OK, I brought you here for a reason, I just have to figure out how
to include Steve in the plans," Tim said.

	"What plans?" Steve asked.

	"Mark and Brian are going to take a secret vacation in about five
weeks, by then the publicity will make you both quite famous, your faces
will be on everyone's mind. So, I thought getting Mark out the country for
a few weeks would be good idea, taking you along would be the icing on the
cake," Tim said.

	"But how? My parents never let me go anywhere," Steve said.

	"And now you're not the same person, I'll work on it."

	Brian nodded. "I think it would be great to have Steve along, so
where are we going?"

	Tim smiled and gestured to the room around them. "Japan."

	There were times the next several weeks that Brian wished the
vacation was tomorrow. The shooting got more intense immediately after the
pilot was released. The publicity events soon followed, Triton wanted to
secure a quick return on their investment. It was nothing short of
brilliant that Alan wanted the boys to appear together, it doubled the
appeal.

	Mark and Steve, side by side on the couch of a late night talk show
brought the host to a speechless moment as the boys cut up. The audience
loved it, so did the tabloids. For there on the glossy pages speculation
ran rampant, including the insinuation that the boys were lovers. Triton's
lawyers pounced, the paper quickly issued an apology, the free publicity
and sympathy of the television audience was overwhelming.

	Brian stood by and watched the changes, Mark was on a natural high,
and Steve was feeling it too. The work days got longer, Alan was desperate
to keep up. And the scripts were reworked prior to shooting, for now Mark
had a better idea of what they needed to accomplish.

	From that second episode when the bully appeared, Mark thought
Butch Peterson ought to be given a bigger role in the show. Peterson had
played minor roles for several years and at fifteen had the bad guy image
down pat. In real life he was also a talented soccer player, something that
worried Alan to no end.

	But the bully scene played out on television screens across America
and Butch was a hated character until episode three when Adam turned his
life upside down, almost literally. The writers had pondered what physical
abilities Adam might have to compliment his mental capabilities. But as
there was little funding for extreme special effects in the show, they had
to come up with something inexpensive.

	The scene was Butch confronting Steve in the Boy's bathroom, a
cliche encounter seen in every bully scene in history. Only this time it
was different, Adam interrupted the moment. So just as Butch was about to
hang Steve by his belt from the coat hooks on the wall Adam walked through
the door.

	"What are you doing?" Adam asked.

	"Stay out of it, nerd boy here doesn't need your help," Butch
growled.

	Steve's face said different, so Adam held up his hand and Butch
froze. "What's he doing to you?" Adam asked.

	"He's a bully; he picks on me all the time just to make me look
stupid." Steve said, struggling out of Butch's grasp.

	"Oh...I don't like that," Adam said.

	"Me neither...what happened to him?"

	Adam shrugged. "I just made him stop."

	"Wow. OK, let's get out of here before he snaps out of it, then
he'll really be after me."

	"He's not going anywhere," Adam said.

	That was when small curls of smoke started rising from the soles of
Butch's boots, a little dry ice and water from the prop crew performed that
simple task. Adam smiled and patted Butch on the back. "Have a nice day,
ya'll come back and see us some time," Adam said.

	The camera panned back as Steve and Adam, walked out of the
room. Butch seemed to come alive once again and he couldn't move an inch,
his boots were welded to the floor. The boy struggled to keep his balance
but he couldn't lift a foot. He almost toppled when he bent over to reach
his boots, but he thought better of that. Butch looked around the room, and
then yelled, "Help."

	There were simple sight gags in the show after that, small moments
when Adam used his powers to hold doors shut or cause things to move. The
scene where Puckett chased his coffee mug around on his desk was
priceless. A well rehearsed bit where the prop man under the desk with a
strong magnet moved the lightweight plastic mug with the steel washer glued
to the bottom around on Puckett's desk every time the man grabbed for
it. Of course Adam sat quietly, his face passive, as if he was unaware of
anything unusual.

	Silly things, small moments, and yet all together they thrilled an
audience. The story lines and the dialogue made up the show. Adam's first
kiss from Beverly, Steve's eventual triumph on the basketball court in gym
class, and his acceptance on the school team. All these things painted a
picture of the kids growing up. Even Puckett's now familiar stutter
whenever Adam was around laid the foundation for the newest hit on Thursday
night television.

	By then they had shot hours in the Vernon neighborhood and at the
school. So many faces had become familiar to the viewing
audience. Character actors like Rick Sanders and Vera Duncan knew their
moments on screen were precious, as did Martin Barnes, the grouchy
neighbor. But all fell to Adam's gaze and touch, the imaginary world around
him was changing, the neighbors coming together, and in more than the
script.

	The final glory of the last episode for the short season was given
to Steve, Mark wrote most of the script himself. Despite Puckett's
insistence that Steve not be allowed to play in the final game of the
basketball season for the Brighton Mudcats, Adam overcame the moment with
his usual standoffish demeanor and Puckett relented.

	The excitement of the game mounted and Steve's moment came in the
last seconds as he took a three point shot from thirty feet out. The ball
wobbled in slow motion and the camera cut to Adam's face sitting in the
crowd on the bleachers. He smiled and didn't close his eyes; Steve could do
this without help. And the ball swished through the hoop, the Mudcats won.

	Of course that scene took four takes before Steve actually made the
shot, but he still grinned in triumph as the team carried him off the
court. It was the little things, the subtlety of the show that endeared the
characters to the audience. They turned out in droves at public
appearances.

	Tommy was with them full time now, but he stood back with Brian and
Tim as the mostly girl audience clamored for attention. The boys sat behind
a solid wooden table as the girls, and a few boys, lined up for
autographs. Both Steve and Mark joked with the kids, securing their status
as the newest stars in town.

	As the days progressed, Mark managed to get Steve over to the house
most weekends, allowing Tim some precious time with the boy. Jean Biddle
watched her son become a star and worried all the more for it. It was the
sign Tim had been waiting for, and now he stepped forward.

	Jean was pacing back and forth outside the school building,
chatting on her cell phone and brushing her hair back from her face. Tim
walked outside and sat at the picnic table the crew used all the time for
lunch. She snapped the phone shut and looked up at him, then walked over.

	"Tim...you ever been married?"

	Tim smiled. "No time, I have other commitments."

	Jean smiled. "Maybe that's how I sound to my husband, he doesn't
realize what a responsibility Steve is right now."

	"The boy is fine, Jean, a lot of us are watching," Tim said.

	"Sorry, I know you are, I appreciate it too. That big man...Tommy?
Wow, no one would bother him or the boys."

	Tim smiled. "Exactly why he's here. So...what's really bothering
you?"

	"Shooting ends in two weeks, I think Steve needs a break, he's been
at it so hard. I told my husband we need to take him somewhere, someplace
to relax. But Frank is a penny pincher, and he says we should just stay
home."

	"Your son needs to get away, see new things, have some fun and a
little exercise. Mark's going to do just that," Tim said.

	 "Oh, were is he going?" Jean asked.

	"Top secret, the fans find out and it's all over. But you I trust,
we're going to Japan. A quiet resort, maybe a hike on Mt Fuji, hot
baths...all recommended for rejuvenation in my book."

	"We...you're going as well?"

	"Yes, I won't take my eyes off the ball. So far it's Mark, Brian
and I, the boys aren't well known there...yet."

	"Oh, Steve would just love that," Jean sighed.

	"So send him along, we'll keep an eye on him," Tim said.

	"Oh, I don't know, I'd hate to impose, and Steve has never been
away from me that long..."

	"Jean," Tim interrupted. "Listen to yourself; it sounds like you
don't want him to grow up. Look, you ought to be proud; he's done all this
to make himself a star, it worked. He's growing up; even I can see that, I
know you do. The boy will be a man before you know it; he needs experiences
in life for that development to become good and solid."

	Jean smiled, and then reluctantly nodded. "Yes, my little boy is
growing up...maybe it scares me. I don't own him anymore, now he's a star,
the fans have a piece of him. Maybe it's time I let him experience life a
bit more...so tell me about this trip."

	By the time their conversation was done Steve was all but booked on
a JAL flight to Tokyo. Jean had the boy's passport; they'd been to Mexico
the year before. Tim was smugly in the driver's seat, he would have the boy
for four weeks...time enough to fall deeply in love.

	For he had no doubts now, he was committed to Steve. The
infatuation was over; he was in love with a boy and didn't care what anyone
thought. Tommy knew, he had to know from just watching all the time, but he
said nothing. At first Steve had eyed the big man with respect, and then
set aside the reluctance, they were now friends.

	Tommy sealed the relationship when he made a full court shot that
swished through the net in front of the whole bunch of kids. They all
called him Uncle Tommy after that, each vying to get close to the man. But
even in the heat of the day Tommy wore long pants to hide the scars on his
leg; he did not want to explain that at all.

	Brian received the news of Steve's participation in the vacation
with a smile, Tim had his ways of making things happen, and this was just
another example. Mark was delighted; he would have a friend for the time
away from home. But Steve, Steve was ecstatic, and he let it all out the
following weekend when he was alone with Tim.

	Fondling was now a regular part of the shared experience with Tim,
it came as part of their nude behavior. For sitting in the man's lap always
got a rise out of them both, and often led straight to the bedroom. But now
Steve would have thirty days of love, he wanted to break new ground in
celebration.

	Tim knew it was inevitable, Steve's approach to their limited sex
had become hands on, and he had very clever fingers. But each time his face
had come closer and so when he began to lick and suckle the long fat cock
in his hand Tim said nothing. The boy would learn at his own pace.

	But in the throes of a passionate oral trading session, Steve
managed a few inches even if it spread his jaw wide open and filled his
mouth. Tim's moans only encouraged him; Steve would not stop until he
achieved blast off. He became radically encouraged when Tim brought him off
and then kept going. Steve could handle the double suck, his cock stayed
hard enough.

	But Steve was lost in the heat of sucking on his man when Tim slid
his tongue under the boy's balls and began to lick deeper until he slid
into Steve's anus. The feelings overwhelmed the boy; he took more cock in
his mouth and jacked Tim for all he was worth, ignoring the warnings.

	Tim finally pulled his face away. "God baby...watch out, I'm
cumming."

	The flood that filled Steve's mouth was almost too much, but he
didn't stop, he swallowed and went after more. Tim resumed sucking the
boy's cock and Steve came yet again. There was cum on his face and in his
hair, but Steve looked satisfied. He had pleased his man, and laid claim to
their mutual satisfaction.

	They kissed, sharing the taste, and then showered. And amidst the
soap bubbles Steve leaned in and looked up. "When can I have you inside
me?" His eyes were full of desire, the question serious.

	Tim stroked the boy's head and nodded. "I know you want it, but
you're tight, baby...way too tight. I can't hurt you...I just couldn't."

	"And if I said a little pain was worth it, would you try?" Steve
asked.

	"Yes...but not soon, we'd have to take small steps to open you up,"
Tim said.

	"I want you to start taking steps then, I need to know what it
feels like, I want to give you everything I have."

	"I already have all I need, baby...let's not rush the good things."

	"OK, just promise you'll work on it," Steve said.

	Tim smiled. "We've already begun."

	So their sex became oral and Tim's ministrations to the boy's rear
continued. It wouldn't happen soon, not even this year, Tim thought. But he
knew Steve wouldn't be happy until it was done, that made the future
brighter. It was enough that now there wasn't a square inch of Steve's body
he couldn't love; they would work on expanding the territory.

	Steve turned fourteen and the cast gave him a cake and sang. Steve
was presented with a blue satin jacket, his name embroidered on the breast
and 'Adam Conquers Earth' emblazoned across the back. He felt like a real
television star, he was already the star in someone's eyes. The weekend
after the big day, Tim took them all out to a private dinner, and Steve got
to place his hand on the glass plate at Outrageous.

	In less than a week they would be off to the Far East and the
mystery of Japanese culture would embrace them. It was hard for Tim to
present Steve with a gift, there was so much he wanted to give, and yet he
knew the boy would face questions if it was too lavish. So he bought Steve
a gold neck chain like the one Tommy wore, a mere two thousand dollar token
of his affection.

	The boy's eyes gleamed with affection as they sat down to the
candlelight dinner. Brian and Tim at the ends of the table which had been
pushed up against the glass wall, the boys on one side, close to the
men. Steve marveled at what he saw and knew Tim was treating him like a
grown up, that was the best present he had ever received.

	"Action," Alan yelled.

	Beverly sat beside Adam on the bleachers of the gym. "My mother
said if I was actually going to date a boy she'd approve of you."

	"Are we dating?" Adam replied. "Does a kiss mean we're dating?"

	Beverly nodded. "I think so."

	"But I don't have a car, I can't take you anywhere," Adam said.

	"My mom would drive us if you want to go out," Beverly said.

	"So she won't mind if we make out in the back seat while she
drives?"

	Beverly looked shocked. "Of course she would, why would we do
that?"

	"Why else date? Aren't we supposed to make out and then argue about
if I can put my hand on your breast?"

	"Adam...that's terrible, I don't understand you sometimes. Where
did you come up with that idea?" Beverly asked.

	"The Movie Channel...Sixteen Candles I believe."

	"Oh Adam, you're impossible. Sometimes I don't even think you're
human."

	"Thank you," Adam said with a grin.

	The focus shifted back to the basketball game and the tension
mounted as the clock wound down, tie score, and then their opponents
scored.  Adam watched Steve get the ball and dribble, the time was almost
gone. Steve looked for a pass, no one was open. His blocker moved in and
Steve ducked under his defense, and the bleachers started
chanting. Five...four...three... and Steve took the shot.

	The score came just as the buzzer sounded, and brought the kids to
their feet, Steve was their hero. They carried him off the court and Adam
moved down the steps towards him.

	"I did it...I did it," Steve screamed, jumping up and down in front
of Adam.

	"Yes you did," Adam yelled back above the crowd noise.

	"I've never shot from that far before, I didn't think it
possible..." And then Steve looked closely at Adam's face. "Did you...you
know...did you...?"

	"No Steve, that was all you," Adam replied.

	"I never know...I don't get it...you can do anything," Steve
said. "Do I really know who you are?"

	"No, Steve, I'm just not sure you're ready to find out," Adam
said. "I'll tell you about it sometime."

	For a moment Mark thought Steve was going to kiss him, and that
sure wasn't in the script. But the dialogue was one that they might have
even in private, the words implying so much more. But the camera was right
there, and Steve had to say his last line.

	Steve grinned, releasing the dramatic tension of the moment. "You
better, I need to know what my best friend thinks."

	They walked off towards the locker room together and Adam placed an
arm over Steve's shoulder. Camera Two cut back to a shot of Beverly sitting
alone on the bleachers, a frown on her face. "Cut," Alan yelled. "That's it
people."

	Six episodes, a short and yet satisfying accomplishment. Triton had
a wrap up party at the Hilton that evening, everyone came, parents
included. Wayne held court as usual, it wasn't the character everyone
wanted, it was the man. The adults gathered on one side, the kids on the
other, it even looked like a middle school dance.

	"We're going to Florida to see my aunt on the hiatus," Beverly
said.

	"Mark and I are going to disappear too," Steve said. "The security
guys say I can't tell anyone."

	"Uncle Tommy? He's dreamy," Beverly said.

	"Lord Girl, you have big tastes," Steve joked. "I think they have
surgery for that."

	Steve laughed and Beverly smiled. "Yeah, I like them big,
Steve...let's you off the hook."

	Mark died laughing at the comeback; they had all become friends,
nothing like a little sweat to bring people together.

	"You two off together like that, watch out for
photographers. That's tabloid material you know," Beverly said.

	"Yeah, we'll camp it up a bit if I see one," Mark said.

	"Are you guys like...?" Beverly asked.

	"No," Mark said. "Not us...didn't I sell that kiss good enough?"

	"How the hell do I know? You're the first boy I ever kissed."

	"Just avoid backseats then." Mark laughed and she punched his arm.

	By nine the party fizzled, the kids were tired and they all went
around hugging one another. It would be almost two months before they were
all reunited, some would not be coming back. The opportunities of an actor
often took them into something else at a moment's notice. Mark knew that
very well, but all the speaking parts had long term contracts.

	Mark hugged and shook hands with the other leads, and then Brian
took him home. Tim delivered Steve to his parent's house, for they had not
attended the party. Steve's dad had respect for Tim, the man was protecting
his son, it was a guy thing.

	"Wow, three days and you become Japanese," Jean joked.

	Steve smiled. "I don't think there are any blonde Japanese, Mom."

	"I'll miss you," Jean said.

	"Aw, let's not start that again, I'll be fine," Steve said.

	Jean looked over at Tim. "I have no doubt about that, he might have
to spank you if you're bad."

	"Oh, never thought of that," Steve said, but he was smiling. "He
knows karate you know, I might come back in pieces."

	"We have some glue in the drawer," Frank said, and they all
laughed.

	"I'll see you folks on Friday," Tim said.

	"I'll be all packed," Steve replied.

	"Don't forget your tooth brush, you might have to brush all that
seaweed out of your teeth from the sushi," Tim said.

	"Ewww...I will not eat sushi," Steve laughed.

	"We'll see."

	Tim shook hands with Frank and hugged Jean, and then Steve walked
him to the door. They stepped outside in the warm sultry air.

	"Don't pack too much; we won't need all that where we're
going. Besides, I plan to buy you things, lots of things," Tim said.

	Steve looked around and gave Tim a quick kiss. Tim held the boy and
lifted the gold chain that hung around his neck; he leaned down and kissed
the links. "That's for luck, see you Friday morning."

	"I love you so much," Steve said.

	"I love you too; now get back inside before your mom worries."

	"I'll miss you."

	"You're in my heart, you're with me all the time," Tim said.

	And as he drove away he saw Steve wave and then lift the gold chain
to kiss it. God he loved that boy.