Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2001 13:02:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Zane Green <ZaneG7@excite.com>
Subject: Underground Angel-Above Ground 6

Copyright Notice: the author copyrights this story and the author retains
all rights. Expressly prohibited is placing this story at a for pay site. It
is a fantasy, and is not about anyone real. It has minor characters, and is
intended only for a mature audience. In this chapter Kurt and Sascha
continue their story, and I get into a disagreement with one of my
characters that is completely getting out of hand. I am about to send him to
Brutal Men's training school if Danny ever opens a place like that. By the
way Comments are very welcome and appreciated at ZaneG7@excite.com.


Underground Angel: Above Ground by Zane Hunter Green, Part 6-

1.
 I warn you that driving, even at night when there isn't much traffic can be
a pleasurable risk when a hot and active boy has decided that they want to
shift gears with your dick. Sash had unzipped my pants at Sugar Loaf; I was
enjoying his ministrations as his hand took possession of me. In the
background the sweet angelic voice of a boy resounded from the CD player.

Once I told Sash that he sang even better. He told me then empathetically
that he didn't want to have a public life, no singing, no commercials, and
then he tucked away the reasons so I could only guess. I believed that the
same reason that made him shy away from admiration of his remarkable
appearance made him loath the limelight. He also knew that people hungered
for him, and it made him uncomfortable as it had already cost him dearly.

This was in the territory of where he wouldn't travel. I often felt that I
really didn't know him at all. I had learned to appreciate what he gave both
in information, and in himself. What he was doing to me now was pleasure
unspeakable and I relaxed in the drivers seat, as electric sensations
barreled from my head to my brain with the movement of his small trigger
finger.
He was content with his game, and I wasn't going to stop him.  I just was
curious how long he wanted it to go on and how long I could stand the
constant stroking until I erupted. I was close, pretty darn close...

"Ohhhh Sash," I came, mostly on his hand, a fountain of white. He giggled
and made the motion that he wanted me to touch him as well. He was leaning
against me. I touched his hand, always so expressive even when he wasn't
using it to talk. I loved every inch of him.

"I love it when you have a boner, Kurt. But it's even more fun to watch it
explode." He said mischievously.

"Well, I'm not complaining am I?" I laughed.

"It's kind of like a magic show." He added.

"Well if you must know Sash, your magic has worked again."

He pressed his hand against my erect cock. I was elated to feel him touch me
in this intimate way as the car hugged the road, and I drove in near frenzy.
The night was cool and I drove without strong headlights on hoping as we
turned off on a back road that we wouldn't run across any deer. We passed
Menley's Bar and Bait shop. I thought about the last time I had been up
here, it was over a year ago. At that time I had stopped in for a brew, and
to hear the local chat.

 That night I didn't go home by myself. A local had picked me up. I wondered
if Brent was still around now. I hoped not. It had ended badly. He was hurt
when I never invited him up to the city. I guess he had taken a few fucks
more seriously than I did. I had to admit that in so many ways I had been a
bastard back then. My excuse was that I lacked feelings. I was the all time
shallow man. I hated that person now in retrospect.

With that in mind I was determined that Sash would have the best time in his
life this weekend, fly-fishing, hiking, a campfire at night, and lots of
love. That would be the easy part. We needed groceries and tackle but I knew
that I couldn't take him into Menley's. It would have to wait for the
morning when the General store opened.

I thought about the one disadvantage to Sash being so young.  I could hardly
take him into a bar, even if I introduced him as my nephew; it would cause
some lethal stares. There would be talk about what he was doing with me as
soon as the door slammed behind us. I could run in for a six-pack and chill
it in the old fridge in the cabin that made more noise than my first truck
backfiring. That made me determined to get up early the next morning and buy
our groceries, and forego the beer. Sash, and his company was all that I
needed for now.

 The trees cast their shadows across the road, darkening it even more as I
drove past the bar. Sash was content to leave his hand against my groin,
which felt wonderful.  I knew that there was something on his mind. I would
wait for him to find the words to tell me what was troubling him that made
him want to leave the city.

He had hinted at the problem several times.

"Kurt, ah what if I weren't faithful to you?" He had said.

"Sash, I would have a jealous rage, take my plates to Yankee stadium and bat
them into the outfields, then when I ran out of dishes I would and run up
and down the stairwell of the Empire State building quoting one of
Malvolio's lines."

"Who?" He paled and looked worried."

"No dearest, I am only joking, not funny I suppose so I'll be serious.
Sascha, I am your friend first and always. I hope you realize that. I know
that you are a wonderful boy who needs to experience the world. I would hope
that you will always take precautions and never be hurt in love, but I do
not own you, I only love you." I sounded preachy to myself but I had a hard
time finding the right words when I had to clearly tell him a mixed message.
That I would love him forever, but not bind him to me. This was the hardest
part of having a relationship with a boy.

"I think I would be mad if you fell in love with someone else." He said.

"To be honest with you Sash. I have never loved anyone else the way that I
love you, but we look at life from different places. I know enough to
realize that if I made promises to you and asked the same of you it would be
unfair to you. You are mine, but you are also free." Damn I was getting even
worse at it I thought as I heard myself speak,

"That...that sounds so frightening. What if I only want you?" Sash looked
worried.

"That will always be up to you, but know this Sash, no matter what. I will
be there for you with open arms count on that, and I'm not going anywhere
ok. You can always find me in the city or up here in the mountains." Unless
I'm doing a shoot in London I thought. Dear God. I was terrible at this role
of lover-mentor.

"Good." He reached over and kissed me on my cheek, I would have loved to
kiss him back but I had a curve to maneuver before we reached our
destination."


2.


 Len and Lance were escorted to the back room of Ferinjellis catering
service. The front was filled with assorted delicacies and Lance went over
to sample a chocolate ribbon, before Len pulled him along.

They sat in velvet backed chairs looking at menus which read like War and
Peace.

"Spare no expense! This is the party of the century. I want only your best
cuisine," Len demanded.

Joey Ferinjelli smiled. He had worked for Len before, catering several
shoots. He knew that being open until 11:00 PM was good for business. It was
amazing how many parties he planned for at night. Len was one of his
favorite customers; he appreciated the finer elements of cuisine, like
planning the right dishes depending on the cycle of the moon, and the
dominant astrological signs of the guests. This would be a banquet worth
giving even if there wasn't much time to put it together. There was a full
moon in two days when Len wanted to give his party, well he would be charged
extra for this fete.

"So, Len who is on the guest list? Some out of town celebrities? Some
prominent people in the arts?" asked Joey

"No dear, I have invited the whole damn Village, and a group of men who will
make my friends just swoon to look at them."

"I wish you gave me more time, I could have prepared a French u cuoad. What
are these gentlemen used to?"

"Ahhh, jailhouse grub."

"Oh Len you are the funny one! How about we start off with L'Extravagance
Cullinaire a l'Alderman?"...

..."And then fricassees of blue cock or capon a la deliaque" ...



Lance was busy flirting with Joey Ferinjellies assistant, Len could hear the
man's Belgium accent, and upon watching Lance's fascination he interrupted.
"Lance dear, what do you think, capons or cock?  ..........

"I'm better at deciding what take out pizza to get you know Len. Beyond the
decision of pepperoni Vs mushroom I'm no good at these kind of decisions."

"Isn't my boy cute?" Len gushed. "He has so much to learn."

"I can teach him if you want," said Hans."

"No I think not, I wouldn't want him to get that good. Len replied "Well
I'll trust you with the menu Joey. I want something fit for a ahhh Queen
ok."

"Trust me Len, you will have such a feast that it will be the talk of the
town for years. Joey said.

"See Lance" Len explained as they walked back to the townhouse. There is
nothing to throwing a party. It is a piece of cake."

"I thought we were having Crème de la grande bretagne a la Victoria. For
desert. I think I would rather have cake."

"No, no you don't understand Dear for some of out guests a cake represents
something to hide a saw in."

"Really?"

"Oh yes, my new friends are so cool that they hide keys in their foreskins."

"That sounds even cooler than piercing it, would you like for me to start
carrying my key there."

"That is a sweet idea Lance, but it might be hard to take out in public."

"I was thinking it could be the new hiding place for your spare key. You
know to the townhouse."

Lance you are sooo romantic! We will go down in history as famous lovers at
this rate."

"Len and Lance?" stated Lance

"Yes it has a ring to it like Romeo and Juliet, doesn't it?" Len replied. "

"Except I hope that we will have a very happy ending."

"Of course dear, let me make a quick phone call to my darling friend Zane so
I can order one"

"Who's Zane?" Asked Lance puzzled.

"Just a hack writer who works on some of our commercials, no one that you
need worry about."

"Will they be at the party?" Asked Lance

"That depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Well they better write some great love scenes for us if they want an
invite."

"You tell them Len!"

As the moon cast it's light on the garbage bins outside the townhouse, Lance
pressed against Len carving his hand against Len's buttock. Len got on his
cell- phone to call Zane, who was half-awake with nightmares about getting
the snow-white virus everything he tried to write a love scene.

"Hello Zane?"

"Who is it, who ever is calling this time of night?"

"It's Len. How can you forget me?"

"Oh it's you! You're the one threatening to steal my story by trying to be
so clever! Underground Angel is a story about Kurt and Sascha, not Len and
Lance! "

"I know that dear, it's a tale about our darling little Sascha. How can you
accuse me of stealing the story from him?"

"If the high-heel fits."

"It did, as we all know a classic male fashion that for some reason women
borrowed, but you could have given me a better dress to wear, the
humiliation of it, I never wear black in the spring or summer!"

"Sorry, I'm not really up on wardrobe."

"Well you should be! What type of writer are you anyway?"

"Free."

"Well I'll tell you how you can improve. First of all do not call me Sam, or
by one of your other character's names by mistake."

"Ok I won't call you Sam, can I get back to sleep..."

" Just a minute, as long as I have your attention I want a really hot HOT
love scene with Lance."

"Explain?"

"Read that dialogue lesson at Nifty, it might help you. And then see how
your favorite authors write their scenes, the ones you jack over,"

" Thank you very much Len for sharing that, not a good idea when I'm
creating the lines. Now, can I go..."

"And romance, poetry, lace jock straps, liquorice whips, that won't hurt
either..."

"Yes Len."

"And try re-writing this time, at least my scene with Lance, no first
drafts."

"Damn it Len, I see how you drive Kurt crazy!"

"What! I do not; the poor boy wouldn't be anywhere without me and my solid
advice to him. He's in love for the first time in his life thanks to my
interfering."

"Goodnight Sam err Len."

"I'm waiting you know, remember Zane HOT HOT HOT !"

Len disconnected the phone, took the key out and opened the door; he took
Lance by the hand who was straining to see inside.

"You do have an awesome place Len!" Said Lance

"Just wait until you see my bedroom! Let me show you the way upstairs..."


(Stay tuned for the party if anyone is still reading this, but first I have
to give Len and Lance a great love scene or two, ideas at this point are
very welcome. )