Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2009 08:31:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: FoR SaLE By OwNEr  86

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is
staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you,
then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18
years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this
story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

FoR SaLE By OwNEr  86
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Twice during the afternoon, intentions regarding attending the Cayman
Karlyle party resurfaced. First time it was Alex himself, questioning
Dr. Azayzeh for the second time, which he got shot down over, but assured
if Kyle kept on quickly recovering, he could be out of the hospital by the
weekend and at least homebound.

Second time occured when Michael and Scotty checked in, Alex telling them,
"No, we're not going."

"Not going?" Michael replied. The disappointed tone of his voice suggested
if Kyle and he were not attending the Karlyle party then neither would he
and Scotty.

Scotty's voice reflected the same low-keyed response shown on their faces,
"Then if you're not going, we're not going?"

With three feeling the disappointment because of his condition, though they
didn't outright say it, Kyle speaks up, "If Alex goes you can still go!"

"Cool! You're still going Alex?" Michael said excitedly.

Scotty had mixed reaction, "Alex, you would go without Kyle?" He displayed
the opposite jovial manner in which his boyfriend reacted.

"I don't know," Alex replies. "I'll decide when the time comes."

"You have to make up your mind soon Alex, because you have to like go out
and get some clothes for yourself and..."

"And us too!" Michael adds. "We can't go in these rags!"

Even though he wasn't totally agreeing with Kyle, about even going, Alex
had to smile, looking at Michael, still dressed in one of the shirts from
his backpack. Though in the presence of each other at the townhouse and the
new place, more or less they've hung out in shorts and tees. But out in the
streets, Michael, and Scotty wore the same clothes the two traveled with,
whatever Michael had stuffed in his lug-bag and Scotty, folded clothes from
home.

"Alex, why don't you take Michael and Scotty out shopping?"

Scotty, more the conservative was shooting down the idea, Michael on the
other hand, jumping with joy, the disposition of a nine year old, "Cool!
Can we?"

Looking with opportunity for Alex to get away from the hospital for a few
hours, Kyle extends, "C'mon Alex. You going to let them go to the party
looking like that? You'll shame us! How am I ever going to be able to live
with it - Scotty and Michael showing up at a high-falutin' party dressed
like vagabonds?"

"Yeah, Alex," Michael readily agrees, "think of what your public is going
to think... a high class fashion designer showing up with two hobos!"

"You know all you two are thinking of is yourselves," Alex suddenly changed
from Jekyl to Hyde. "What do you care about Kyle, laid up here in the
hospital." And then with a strong statement of decisiveness, "I'm not going
to the Karlyle party and that's that!" Alex again retired to the window
overlooking the parking garage, cast in the shadows of the afternoon
setting sun.

It threw a downer into the young couple's upbeat attitude, especially
Michael, whereas he says to Kyle, "Sorry Kyle. We do care about you, you
know?"

"I know Michael. Maybe you two should go and I'll see you later. Thanks for
coming."

Accepting things the way they were for now, the two departed.

"You know Alex, there's going to be times in our lives when we can't chose
to be together?"

There was silence.

Kyle was tired of talking to the ceiling and raises his voice, "You want to
get your butt over here Alex, so I'm not talking to the wall?"

"What?"

"You know `what' Alex!"

He knew `what' and replies, "I wish you would quit it and let things..."

"No, I'm not going to quit it, until you tell me you are really thinking
about going to the Karlyle party and stop bullshitting me!"

"I'm `not' bullshitting you, okay?"

"Oh yes you are!"

"Oh yeah? How?"

"By telling me you're going to think about going to the party, when you've
already shot down the idea, that's how!"

"Okay. I'm not going to the party. I don't want to go without you. Happy?"

"No," Kyle replied, but he did add a hint of reconciliation, "but at least
I'm getting the truth. But I still think you should go."

Alex's long arms traveled down his thighs, down his legs, his bod folding
in half on the tall stool, his head falling even with his kneecaps like he
was ready to heave up a disagreeable meal. "Why do you go on and on..." and
then, tired of the merry-go-round, Alex tilts his head up and stares
eye-to-eye, "Would it make you happy?"

"Happy you're going to the party, but not happy because I'll miss you so
much."

Then straightening up, lining his arms and elbows up with the railing, Alex
let his chin be cradled in the pocket of his wrist and hand. "Okay. Maybe
for real I'll think about it, but I really don't know."

It was good enough for Kyle and he reacted by saying, "Good! Get Michael on
his cell phone. Maybe they didn't leave the hospital yet and you can take
them shopping!"

Taking his cell phone out, Alex says, "Lobby. Remember?" He questions Kyle
about using a cell in the hospital, say message pertaining to Drew.

"Well you better hurry!"

Right now the only thing Alex felt right with was making Kyle happy. For
now, if taking Michael and Scotty shopping would make his lover happy, it
was the thing to do.. He kissed him quickly and hustled out the door.

However, as reality set in Kyle began thinking about how alone he was going
to feel from Friday afternoon, until Monday morning.

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"Hey Michael!" Alex caught up with the two outside the hospital entrance.

After the second call, Scotty acknowledges, "It `was' Alex calling us!" He
grabs Michael by the arm. In serpentine fashion he drags Michael across the
sidewalk surface towards the front entrance of the hospital.

"What's up Alex?" Michael asks.

"We're going shopping."

It set Michael off like a box of fireworks, "Oh cool! We're going to the
party of the century?"

Hearing it said in this way, Alex thought of it in the same manner. It
would be a first for him to mingle amongst some of the world's supermodels,
not to mention photographers and others whom made up the entourage of the
fashion industry.

"Where are we going first?"

"I don't know," Alex frankly replied.

Scotty brings up, "Didn't we see some stores on the way to Zarins the other
day?"

"Right," Alex replies. However, it wasn't Kyle in the driver's seat, but
rather Ellis Sinkler and his limo and even though he went to and from the
Coffee Bean everyday, he was unprepared for scouting around the rest of
Manhattan in search of clothing stores. "I don't know guys."

"Alex, you're losing it," Scotty said, seeing a part of Alex he hasn't
seen. In the past Alex has always been the cool, calm and
keeping-it-all-together guy.. Now he was showing a picture of himself not
seen.

"I'm not losing it," Alex claims.

"Why don't you call Ellis and see if he can give us a lift?"

Scotty and Alex turn to Michael.

"What'd I say?" he asks them.

Alex opens his cell phone and in a few seconds Scotty is congratulating his
other half on Michael bringing up such a brilliant idea.


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"There he is!" Michael says of the black limo headed in their direction.

Seeing Ellis on the other side of the street, it was too late for Alex to
grab hold of Michael, keeping him from jaywalking in the middle of the
block. "You know you could have gotten us all killed?" he tells Michael
when he catches up to him.

"But I didn't. C'mon. Let's go. I can't wait to try on some Diesel jeans,"
Michael replies.

Alex tried to reason with Scotty, about Michael's bad behaviour, but Scotty
put the blame back on Alex because he's the one who brought Michael home!

"Where to gents?" Ellis asks through the lowered glass between driver and
passengers.

"Diesel!" Michael calls out.

"Wherever," Alex says, which meant, `sure, why not'.

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Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Kyle is cooking up some plans of his
own. Waiting, after talking on the phone for five minutes in heated
discussion with Dr. Azayzeh, the doctor himself enters.

"I told you Kyle..."

"I've got something to run by you, Mohamed."

When they chatted on the phone two minutes ago Dr. Azayzeh was drawing the
line, telling Kyle he needed his rest and quiet. In two short minutes Kyle
had dreamed up a new plan. Putting confidence in the doctor was sure he was
at the same time boosting some hidden ego, which in his estimate would sway
the doctor to see things his way, "You know people here at the
hospital. I'm sure there is some doctor who would not mind picking up an
extra twenty-five bucks an hour, plus put in a weekend moonlighting at the
Karlyle Estate, taking in all the amenities of the sauna, pool, and... oh,
did I mention it `must' be a male doctor?"

`Sexist', if anything Mohamed thought of it, but the way in which the build
up crossed over to his lower region, he was liking the details more and
more! "Tell me. Would this `doctor' be allowed to bring a guest?"

"Trust me Mohamed, the Karlyle Estate is like a mini-hamlet. He's got his
own private hotel so-to-speak, parking galore, but he suggests limo service
and amenities way beyond a sauna and pool. It's `thee' elitist hangout in
the Hamptons."

"Hmm," Dr. Azayzeh replies, left arm folded across his middle, right elbow
sitting the cup of his left hand, right hand feeling up his closely-cropped
beard, third and fourth fingers drumming against the doc's cheek like
playing a trill on a violin.

Seeing his plan might be working, Kyle asks, "So, do you have someone in
mind?"

"Yes. Me!"

Kyle smiled along with Mohamed. It was the one of the very rare times he's
seen him step out of the serious repose of his profession. "I suppose the
guest would be Asaf?"

"Excuse me, I have to make a personal phone call!" Was his answer.

On pins and needles, Kyle couldn't wait to bestow the good news on Alex.

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"O.M.G.?" Michael questioned, his nose plastered to the smoky window of the
limo as he looked out at the building where Ellis stopped in front.

"Best assortment of jeans in New York," Ellis claims.

"Do they have Diesel?" Michael confers with him.

"Diesel, Levi's... you name it - they've got it!"

It made Alex smile, Ellis' means of explaining and thinking, `What a sales
pitch!'

"Afterwards we'll take a swing by Braddock's, if it interests you boys!"

Jeans Alex could pass up, but ever since his first excursion to Braddock's,
he possessed a desire to be in the store at the mention of the name! "I say
we skip this and head straight on over to Braddock's!"

Scotty seconded it, responding, "Sure. What does this place have where
Braddock's doesn't?"

Michael sat back thinking, "Are you guys sure?"

And so it went, Ellis searching the mirrors for an out of the standing
zone. An expert city driver, he swerved to the left and right, straight on
course for downtown.

"Thanks for warning us," Alex says to Ellis, the three suffering the
after-effects of bouncing around the back of the limo.

"No seatbelts on?" Ellis questions them, looking in the rearview.

"I thought it was fun," Michael replies, `now' following Alex, fastening
himself in.

Scotty picks up on Michael's thought, "Not as much fun as Six Flags!"

"You've been there?" Michael replies.

Alex puts his dibs in, "Everybody's been to Six Flags sometime in their
life!"

Taking it in stride, Michael says, "I guess my time didn't come up yet!"

"No-o-o-o!" Alex replies in quite a melodramatic manner. "You've never been
to Six Flags!"

It was meant as a tease, Michael responding, reaching across Scotty and
punching Alex in the chest with the knuckles of his hand.

"Owch!" Alex says, rubbing between his pecs.

Defending his lover, Scotty boasts, "Wimp!"

But Alex has the answer of all answers, "I don't know why you guys are
ganging up on the one holding the `credit card'?"

Loosening his seat belt, Michael, the dashing and daring, falls across
their laps on his back, brazenly lifts Alex's tee shirt and kisses him
between the pecs. "There!" he says, springing back up. "I've kissed it and
made it all better!"

They all get a laugh out of Scotty's outlandish jealousy, taking Michael's
hand and hitting himself in the same region. Unlike Alex, he lifts Scotty's
tee and does some licking of the woolly chest fabric.

"Kyle would have a field day in that forest!" Alex remarks.

Michael then sets forth comparing the couples likenesses, "Isn't it funny
how you and Scotty are all hairy and Kyle and me smooth as a cucumber?"

"Cucumber, huh? Yours?" Alex jokes.

Sliding his hand down Scotty's thigh, Michael says, "Ever have an organic
banana up there, Alex?"

"Don't even think it," Alex shot him down.

Scotty agrees, "Yeah. Alex doesn't swing that way."

And then from the front, stalled at a red light, Ellis asks, "Are you boys
behaving yourselves back there?" If they could only see over the leather
frame of the smoky glass enclosure, wide open because his fare were
friends, of Ellis' hand-provoked erection, based on his eavesdropping on
their wild conversation!

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author.

The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
TCMcP.....