Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2013 21:43:58 -0400
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: A Delicate Situation   Chapter 23

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A Delicate Situation      Chapter 23


Seth came out of his room a little after seven. He was dressed and ready
for class. He stopped and looked down at us. I was still comfortably
wrapped in Wes's strong arms.

Wes looked up and asked, "What time is it?"

Seth looked at the clock and replied, "Seven twelve."

"Shit!" Wes exclaimed as he jumped from bed. "I've got a psych class at
eight-thirty." He rose naked from the bed. Seth glanced over at me with a
puzzled look. Wes asked, "Can I take a shower here? I don't have time to
get back to my dorm and clean up."

"Sure," replied Seth. "Clean towels are in the cabinet under the sink." Wes
thanked him and closed the bathroom door.

Seth sat down on the bed and picked my underwear off the floor. My face
began to redden because he knew I had sex with Wes the night before.

"I know it's none of my business," he said as he handed me the underwear. I
struggled to put them on under the covers. "But are you sure you're ready
for this?"

I nodded my head and said, "I think so."

"Don't you think maybe you should wait a little while," he
suggested. "You're going through a lot right now. Do you really think it's
wise to add sex on top of everything else?"

I sat up in bed. "It's not just sex," I assured him. "We love each other."

Seth shook his head and looked at the clock. "I've got to go, or I'll be
late. Will you be here when I get out of class?"

"I don't know," I replied. "My father may try to force me to go home."

He stood and looked down at me. "Call me if you need me, okay?"

"I don't have a phone," I reminded him. "He cut the service, remember?"

"Fucker," spat Seth. He removed his phone from his pants and handed it to
me. "Here, take mine."

"What will you use?" He explained that he was going upstairs to get
Sydney's phone. Since she and Jade attended the same classes as me, then
they could share Jade's phone.

"Call me on Sydney's phone," he said. I nodded as he headed out the door.

A few minutes later, Wes came naked out of the bathroom. I stared at him as
he toweled his hair dry. "Like what you see?" He grinned when he saw me
staring at him.

"Yeah," I replied as I pulled back the cover and showed him my erect cock.

He walked over, leaned down and kissed me as he gave it a quick tug. "As
much as I would love to do something, I can't," he said with a frown. "I
have a test to take, and I can't miss class." He looked up at the clock.

"It's okay," I said as I reached out and gently gripped his limp cock. It
instantly started to harden. When I leaned forward to take it into my
mouth, he laughed and jumped back.

"Oh no you don't, you perv," he giggled. "We'll have plenty of time later."
He looked down and wiggled his eyebrows. "I'll make it up to you."

"You better," I pouted. He leaned down and kissed me once again. He made
sure he stood back far enough so I couldn't try to fondle him again.

Before leaving, we talked about what I should do. It was too risky for me
to stay in my dorm room. We were afraid my mother might again try to find
me. Wes thought it was best if he called his mother and let her come get
me. He disappeared into Seth's room. I could hear him talking, but I
couldn't make out what he was saying. A few minutes later, he emerged and
informed me of the plan he and his mother had devised.

"I'm going to class," he stated. "You're to wait here until ten." He looked
up at the clock. "That's two hours. At exactly ten, go outside and she'll
be waiting in the parking lot. You were in her car last night, so you know
what she drives." I nodded my head. "She's going to take you to a mall, buy
you some clothes and then take you to my room."

"I don't have any money," I replied. "I can't let her buy me things."

He started laughing. "She's excited about doing it," he said. "She loves
the idea that she's involved in some covert operation."

"Covert operation?"

He laughed again and explained, "I told her you were on the lam from the
secret service, and that they wanted to kidnap you against your will."

"It does sound rather bizarre," I replied. "My own mother trying to kidnap
me."

"Great for the tabloids," he laughed. "You should sell the story to them."

"I don't think so," I replied. "I've caused enough problems already."

Wes walked over and wrapped me in his arms. "None of this is your fault,"
he said reassuringly.

"I know," I replied with a sigh as I enjoyed the security of his arms. He
leaned down and kissed me.

"I better go," he frowned. "I really want to be with you today, but I can't
miss this test."

"Okay," I said as he leaned down and kissed me again. "I'll see you later
in your room." After another quick kiss, he left.

I wanted to play a video game until Mrs. Hayes arrived, but the secret
service had taken my laptop. Since I had almost two hours until she
arrived, I turned on the television. The channel was on MSNBC from the
night before, and my arrest still seemed to be the major news event. Two
people I didn't recognize were arguing if my arrest was justified.

I went to the bathroom to shower. When I returned, the newscaster said a
new story was developing. Scrolling at the bottom of the screen was an
announcement that the Board of Trustees of the university had met in an
executive session and was now demanding the resignation of Dr. Avery and
the campus police chief.

I sat on the sofa and watched as they showed repeated footage of Dr. Avery
nodding to the police chief to pepper spray us. When the station went into
a commercial, I put on the clothes I had been wearing the day before and
waited for Mrs. Hayes to arrive.

At nine-thirty, someone pounded on my door. My heart started racing because
I was sure it was the secret service returning. Then I heard Brian shouting
my name. "Dorian?" he yelled as he continued to pound on the door. "Are you
in there?"

I cautiously opened the door, and he rushed in. "Quick!" he shouted as he
grabbed my arm and pulled me out into the hall. "We gotta get you out of
here."

I asked nervously, "Why?"

"I was returning from class," he informed me, "and I saw your mother's
caravan driving up." He pulled me to his room, shoved me inside and slammed
the door. Seconds later, we could hear voices in the hallway.

"That was close," he said nervously as he walked over and sat down on his
bed. I sat down beside him.

"Thanks," I said appreciatively.

He looked over worriedly. "We have to get you out of the building. Since
your arrest last night, that's all anyone is talking about. News vans are
circling the campus looking for you. They are stopping everybody and
getting their reaction."

Suddenly, my phone began to ring. It was my mother. She must have
reconnected my service so she could find me. When Brian asked me why I
wasn't answering it, I told him I couldn't. It was almost ten, and I had to
meet Mrs. Hayes in the parking lot. I told Brian I needed to get out of the
dorm so she could get me off campus.

"Wait here," he said as he opened the door and scanned the hall. "Don't do
anything until I come back." I nodded as he closed the door and locked
it. Seth's phone started ringing. When I noticed it was Jade, I answered
it. She asked me if I was all right, and I explained what was going on. She
said she would come help me, but I told her Brian was working on a plan,
and I'd probably be gone by the time she arrived. I promised I would call
her once I was safely from the dorm.

Ten minutes later, Brian returned. He was pushing a large box on a dolly. I
asked, "What's that?"

He opened the top and ordered me to, "Get in."

"What?" I shrieked excitedly.

"It's the only way to get you out of the building unnoticed," he
explained. "I'm always moving things in and out of the dorm, so no one will
pay any attention. Now get in." He took me by my arm and helped me into the
box. I curled up inside while he closed the top. He tapped on the side and
told me we were leaving. I remained quiet as he opened the door and wheeled
me down the hall. I had no idea where he was taking me.

Suddenly, we stopped and he opened the top. I stood up and looked
around. "Where are we?"

"In the supply room," he said. He helped me out of the box and opened a
door. "There's an alley out back that leads to Market Street. I've got a
friend who has an apartment there. I called her and she's waiting for us."
He grabbed my arm and we started running down the hallway. I kept looking
back to make sure we weren't being followed. We ran about two blocks until
we came to a small apartment house. When Brian led me around back, someone
opened the door and we rushed inside.

A young woman in a sweatshirt and jeans stood staring at me. "Jesus," she
exclaimed as she looked over at Brian. "This isn't who I think it is?"

"Yep," replied Brian as he put his arm around me. "Meet Dorian Gale." I put
out my hand, and she shook it as she continued to stare at me.

"You're all over the news," she exclaimed excitedly. She looked over at
Brian again and asked, "What's he doing here?"

He explained how we had to get me out of the dorm. She was worried that she
might be arrested for harboring a criminal until Brian assured her the
police weren't looking for me, only the secret service.

"Secret Service!" she shrieked. "That's worse than the police."

Brian laughed as we sat down at a small kitchen table. "We have to get you
some place safe," he said. I then told him that I was supposed to meet
Mrs. Hayes in the parking lot. It was almost ten thirty, so I was sure she
had pulled away and left me. I quickly texted Wes and asked him for his
mother's phone number. He didn't respond for about fifteen minutes. I knew
I had interrupted his test, and he would probably have to wait until after
class to respond.

I finally got a text from him: Where are you?

I texted back: I don't know but I need to find your mother

He then texted me his mother's phone number. When I called her, I was
afraid she might not answer since she wouldn't recognize Seth's
number. When she did, I quickly apologized for not meeting her in the
parking lot, and I told her I still needed her to come get me. I handed the
phone to Brian and he gave her the address and directions to where we
were. Minutes later, she pulled up in front of the apartment. Brian went
out first to make sure no one was observing the apartment. He motioned for
me to hurry and get in the car. After hollering out a quick `thanks,' I
bent over in the front seat of the car as Mrs. Hayes sped away.

"What in the hell is going on, Dorian?" She asked as we drove past the
university. I explained that my mother was trying to find me so she could
take me home.

"She's a bitter woman," she remarked. "I saw it in her eyes when she came
into restaurant last night."

"I'm afraid there's not much I can do," I replied sadly as I remained
leaning forward so no one could see me. "My parents will do anything to
make me come home."

"I'm not sure they can," she assured me. "It would look worse if they
forced you to go home. Half the country is engaged in this story." She
reached over and squeezed my arm. "You have a lot of people who support
you."

I looked up and asked surprisingly, "I do?"

"Of course you do," she replied. "Avery and the police chief have been
fired. People are really pissed what they did at the march."  When I peeped
over the top of the dashboard and noticed that we were safely away from
campus, I sat back in my seat.

"So, what do you think I should do?"

She shook her head and replied, "I don't know. Is there anyone you trust
that you can call?"

"I trust you," I said smilingly. "And Wes, and Seth, and Sydney..."

She laughed and interrupted me. "I mean like a family member, someone who
can talk to your mother and father."

"Not really," I said. "Right now most of them are probably as upset as my
father."

"No uncles or aunts?" I shook my head. Then suddenly I had an idea.

"Leo!" I shouted. "I could call Leo. He might know what to do." Mrs. Hayes
asked me who he was, and I explained he was my father's campaign manager
and best friend. If anyone could help, it was Leo.

"Maybe we should get you some clothes first," suggested Mrs. Hayes. "Wes
told me all your things were taken from your room last night."

"I can't let you buy me things," I replied sadly. "You've already done
enough."

She looked over and smiled, "Not enough for my son's boyfriend." I looked
out the window so she couldn't see the tears in my eyes.

When we got to the mall, she suggested that I should disguise myself so no
one would recognize me. "How?" I asked.

She got out of the car, opened the trunk and returned with a blue tennis
visor. "Here," she said as she handed it to me. "Pull this down over your
face." She then took off her sunglasses and handed them to me. After
deciding that it would be hard for someone to recognize me, we headed into
the mall.

Since it was a Wednesday morning, the mall was sparsely populated. No one
seemed to notice me. A clerk in Sears asked if I was the guy on television,
but I jokingly told her that I am asked that a lot. "I wish I had his
money," I laughed as Mrs. Hayes pulled me out of the store.

Two hours later, we left the mall carrying six bags of clothing. I insisted
I didn't need so much, and that I'd probably be getting mine back soon, but
she said she enjoyed doing it. "It's been a few years since Wes would let
me buy him anything. It was fun." Most of the clothing came from the
discounted racks. I wouldn't let her buy me anything expensive.

We stopped at a small Mexican restaurant for lunch. After ordering,
Mrs. Hayes asked me more about Leo. "Are you sure you can trust him?"

"I think so," I replied. "He's always been protective of my father's
image. If anyone can find a way out of this mess, he can."

She pulled out her phone and asked for his number. "Why?" I asked
skeptically.

"I want to talk to him," she replied. "If you're going to meet with him, I
want to make sure you'll be safe."

"He won't hurt me," I assured her.

"No," she said, "But he could force you to go home. If he does that, he'll
have to go through me first." I laughed when she held up her fists and
pretended to box. After giving her Leo's number, she got up and went
outside so I couldn't hear their conversation.

As I waited for her to return, Seth's phone rang. It was Sydney's phone, so
I knew it was him or her calling. "How are you?" Seth asked worriedly. "You
weren't in the room when I got back." I explained that I was safe with
Wes's mother. We talked a few more minutes. "Call me if you need my help."

"I will," I assured him. The waiter brought our meal to the table. I looked
out the window and saw Mrs. Hayes still on the phone. I decided I should
wait for her to return before I started eating.

A few minutes later, she returned. "You should have started," she said,
"Your food is cold."

"It's okay," I replied as I ate a spoonful of cold, dry beans. "What did
you and Leo talk about?"

As we ate, she explained the plan she had devised. She didn't want me to
meet him alone, and she didn't want my mother or father present. She said
he had to accompany my father to a campaign stop about a hundred and fifty
miles away. When it was over, he'd jump in his car and drive to the
university. "He should be here around nine tonight."

"Where are we meeting?" I was afraid he might bring along some state
troopers to force me to return home.

"When I drove to see Wes when he was hospitalized," she replied, "I would
pass an old warehouse outside of town."

I started laughing. "An old warehouse? Are we going to a clandestine
meeting?"

"Yeah," she responded excitedly. "This is the most excitement I've had in
years." She explained that we would watch from behind a building across the
street. If Leo wasn't alone, then we would hide until it was safe to leave.

After eating, we returned to Wes's dorm. She went inside and made me wait
in the car until she returned. I enjoyed watching her have fun. She was
like a child playing a game of cops and robbers. She returned and told me
that it was safe to go inside. We carried the bags up to Wes's second floor
room.

We talked for a few minutes before she said she had some things to do
before the meeting with Leo. I imagined her going to an army surplus store
and buying camouflaged outfits for us. She informed me she would pick me up
at eight fifteen.

Before leaving, she hugged me tightly. "I'm so glad you and Wes found each
other." When she pulled away, she was crying. "He loves you so much." She
kissed me on the cheek and left.

I lay down across Wes's bed and fell asleep. I was exhausted. I had been
asleep about three hours when someone unlocking the door awakened me. Wes
walked in, noticed me curled up on the bed and tiptoed across the room.

I sat up and said, "I'm not asleep."

He walked over and sat down beside me. "Are you all right? How did things
go with my mother?" I briefly explained her plan to meet with Leo. "That
sounds like Mom," he laughed. "She loves watching spy movies on
television."

"I hope things turn out all right," I remarked worriedly.

"It will," he assured me. "Roll over on your stomach," he ordered.

"Why?"

"I want to give you a massage," he replied. "My mother used to give me back
rubs after my father died." I rolled over on my stomach while Wes straddled
me and started massaging my back. It felt wonderful. I could feel the
tension leaving my body. I was almost asleep when he started to pull my
shirt over my head.

I asked, "What are you doing?"

"A body rub is better if you're naked," he replied with a sly grin.

"You just want me," I giggled.

"Me?" He asked innocently. "Never." Soon both of us were naked as he
continued to massage my back. I could feel his erection poking against my
ass. I rolled over and we started to kiss passionately.

"I love you so much," he muttered breathlessly as he started to kiss my
neck.

"Me, too," I replied as I wrapped my legs around him.

An hour later, we were curled up together asleep. Wes's arms were wrapped
around me as I slept soundly. Someone knocking on the door suddenly
awakened us.

"Shit!" Wes exclaimed as he jumped naked from the bed. "I hope it's not
Mom." He quickly pulled on his pants and kicked the rest of his clothing
under the bed. I grabbed my clothes and rushed into the bathroom.

I listened at the door to hear who was there. I then heard Seth and
Sydney's voices. I quickly dressed, and then went out into the dorm
room. Wes was sitting on one bed, and Seth and Sydney were on the other. I
looked down at the floor when Sydney grinned knowingly at me.

"We came to see if you guys wanted to go to dinner," said Seth. I looked at
the clock on the wall. It was almost six-thirty.

I looked at Wes and he nodded. "Sure," I replied. "But I have to be back by
eight. Wes's mother is picking me up later."

Sydney asked, "Why?"

"I'll explain at dinner," I replied. As we were walking to a nearby student
diner, my phone rang. It was Jill.

"Where are you?" she asked. "You were supposed to be here at six." I
apologized for not calling her and leaving her short of help. She had seen
the news, so she understood why I had decided not to work; however, she
told me I still should have called. She asked if I was okay, and I assured
her I was. I told her I would be at work early on Saturday.

As we ate, Sydney began to lecture me on trying to attend classes and keep
a job my first year. "You weren't in classes today," she said. "We had a
pop quiz in sociology." I tried to assure her that once things had settled
down, I'd catch up on all my class assignments.

I asked Seth if my mother or anyone else had come to our room. He said he
asked Brian, and Brian told him about my escape from the dorm in a box. Wes
laughed uproariously when I described how Brian had taken me out in a box,
and we fled to a nearby apartment.

"You've had a busy day," remarked Sydney. She looked at Wes and then me. My
face reddened when she added, "In more ways than one."

After dinner, Seth and Sydney insisted on going back to the room with Wes
and me. Seth wanted to be along in case Leo tried to kidnap me and force me
to return home. I told him I didn't think that would happen, but he and Wes
were determined to fight him if he attempted to drag me into his car.

Wes's mother arrived at eight fifteen. Sydney sat in the front, while Wes
and Seth sat in the back with me in the middle seat. I thought it was
rather amusing that they were acting so cavalier. I had known Leo all my
life, and I knew he would never do anything to harm me. He might suggest
that I return home, but he would never force me to do it.

As planned, Mrs. Hayes parked behind a building opposite the warehouse
where we were to meet Leo. Seth ran around to the other side of the
building so he could observe Leo's approach. If he noticed any other cars,
then he was to call Sydney.

Leo was ten minutes late. When he did pull into the parking lot, he was
alone. After Seth returned to the car, Mrs. Hayes drove across the street
to where he had parked. He seemed surprised that so many people were in the
car. I think he was expecting only me and Mrs. Hayes to meet him. He got
out of his car and approached ours.

Seth rolled down the back window when Leo gestured for him to do
so. "Hello, Dorian," he said as he looked at everyone inside the car. "Do
you think we can take a walk?" He looked at everyone again before adding,
"Alone?"

I looked into the front seat, and then asked, "Can Mrs. Hayes join us?" I
could tell he wasn't happy with my request, but he agreed. Seth let me out,
but he stood rigid in front of Leo. Seth is rather large, but Leo was about
three inches taller, and he was probably about fifty pounds heavier than
Seth. Seth would be no match if he decided to confront him.

Leo put his arm around my shoulder as we walked toward the old, dilapidated
warehouse. Mrs. Hayes followed us closely. "I know what you're thinking,"
Leo said when we were about ten feet from the car. "You think I've come to
force you to return home."

"Have you?" I asked. "Mother has already tried to do it twice. She even
moved everything out of my room."

"About that," he said. "I'll see to it that your things are returned right
away."

"So you're not going to force me to go home?"

He stopped and stared down at me. "No," he stated firmly. "I'm not going to
force you to go home. You have my word on that." I glanced quickly at
Mrs. Hayes. She appeared relieved to hear him say that.

"Then why are you here?"

"I've come to make a truce," he replied.

"A truce?" I asked. "I don't understand."

Leo explained how my involvement in the march had negatively affected the
campaign. After two days of repeatedly showing my arrest, polls were
beginning to indicate that the public believed that my father had somehow
orchestrated Avery's involvement in stopping the protest.

I asked, "Did he?"

"Of course not," replied Leo. "In fact, he's the one who influenced the
board of trustees to ask for Dr. Avery's resignation."

"Why would he do that?"

"Because," replied Leo, "he was as disgusted as most of America watching
you being pepper sprayed and arrested."

"Why would he care," I replied sadly. Mrs. Hayes walked over and put her
arm around me.

"You're his son," stated Leo. "He may not be the best father figure in the
world, but you're still his blood."

"What about Mother trying to kidnap me last night?"

"She over-reacted," he responded. "She was trying to protect you from
getting hurt. She thought you'd be safer at home."

"Look, Dorian," he said as he walked over and put his arm around my
shoulder. "You have every right not to trust your parents. I don't blame
you. After the way they've treated you, I would be skeptical of them too.

"Skeptical?" I laughed. "I'm not sure that's the right word I'd use."

"Okay," he said as he tightened his grip on me. "We can stand here and
place blame all night, but it won't get us anywhere. You know as well as I
do that you'll never be a model family. You're mature enough now to realize
that. However, you can be civil to one another." He took a deep breath
before continuing. "As I said earlier, I came here tonight to negotiate a
truce."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Have another march."

"What?" I shrieked. "I got arrested last night for marching. You want me to
get arrested again?"

"I've been in meetings all day," he said. "The campaign feels that the only
way to resolve this matter is to support you in another march. You have my
word that there will be no arrests this time."

"When?" I looked over at Mrs. Hayes, but she seemed as confused as me.

"Sunday evening," he replied. "Geoffrey Caswell, the Governor's brother
will join you. He's the head of a gay lobby group in Washington. We're also
reaching out to the Human Rights Campaign and other gay and lesbian support
groups to participate."

"You're just trying to cover your asses," I remarked angrily.

"No," he stated firmly. "Believe it or not, Caswell, your father, me and
everyone else in the campaign were upset as we watched innocent students
being mistreated because you were marching for something you believed in. I
think we need to start healing America's wounds."

I stared into his face and asked, "You're serious about this, aren't you?"
He nodded his head. I looked over again at Mrs. Hayes. She nodded her head
too.

I said, "I'll do it on one condition."

He gave me a puzzled look and asked, "What?"

"I want Joseph Saunders to organize the march, no one else," I
insisted. "This was all his idea."

Leo reached into his pocket for a pen and asked me for his number. "I'll
contact him tomorrow morning. I'll get back with you when everything is
finalized."

He then reached into his pocket, pulled out a credit card and handed it to
me. "What's this?" I asked.

He explained, "After you got a job at Panera Bread, I began to wonder
why. I checked your bank account and you've had no charges for the past
three weeks. So I figured you probably lost the card, or it was stolen, and
you didn't want to tell your father."

"I tore it up," I said. "I don't want his money."

Leo walked over and shoved the card into my jacket pocket. "It's not his
money," he said. "It's your grandfather's. He wants you to have it." He
patted my shoulder and said, "Use it when you need it." I watched as he
walked away and got into this car. He waved as he was pulling out of the
parking lot.


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