Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 14:19:18 -0700
From: R B <castoryteller@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summers End Chapter 6

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Summers End
Chapter 6

Jillian

I was up early on Saturday morning.  I've always been an early riser but it
wasn't quite daybreak when I made my way into the expansive kitchen to brew
coffee.  Once I had a cup I took it to the study and sat at the desk I'd
been using.  I sipped my coffee surrounded by piles of old photographs and
Lodge family records as I watched the sun rise over the eastern shore.  It
was a beautiful morning.  A thunder storm blew in last night and as the sun
rose light glistened off the dew.

I love mornings like this, when the house is quiet and I'm alone with my
thoughts.  I do some of my best thinking in the wee hours of the morning
and that day my mind churned over everything I'd observed since discovering
the picture of Henry in his school uniform the day before.  Seeing Henry
and Thomas together only reinforced my suspicions.  The boy looked just
like him and they seemed so close.  I would have liked to have watched them
interact more but once we sat down to dinner, Thomas and Alec kept their
own counsel while the adults talked.

I didn't want to get too far ahead of myself.  Thomas has lived with
Mrs. Lodge for 10 years. Henry's made countless visits in that time so I
suppose it's no surprise they're friendly.  I see the way Mrs. Lodge looks
at Thomas and I've heard how she speaks about him so it's logical for other
members of the family to have similar attachments to the boy.  I keep
coming back to the resemblance.  To say it was striking would be an
understatement.

I sat for another half hour until I heard someone in the kitchen and a few
minutes later Henry joined me in the study.

"Mom's got you loaded down with every family picture that's ever been taken
I see," said Henry as he took a seat.

"You can say that again," I sighed at the mountain of photographs.  "She's
been a great help."

"Mom's always been the family historian.  I'd have asked her to write the
book but I think she lacks your objectivity," Henry winked.

"She is a bit biased," I agreed with a smile.

"How are you getting along with her?  I warned you she can be a little..."

"Overbearing is how you put it," I reminded him.

"Yeah," he laughed.  "Seriously though, you're getting everything you
need?"

"Henry, your mom's been a huge help so has Thomas.  He's been keeping Alec
busy so I can concentrate on my research."

"I noticed last night, they seem thick as thieves," Henry smiled.

"I've never seen Alec hit it off with someone so quickly.  By the way,
thank you for taking him to the game with you guys tonight."

"I figured after a week here he could use a night out," said Henry.

"That was a very thoughtful gift you gave Thomas.  I didn't realize you two
were so close."

"Tommy?  Sure we're close, he's my buddy."

"Your buddy huh?

"Yeah.  Mom brought him home when I was gearing up to run for the House.
He was only 5.  We hit it off right away."

"He must have been a cute kid," I smiled. I thought I might be able to get
Henry to open up to me if I probed carefully.

"They're all cute at that age," said Henry.

"I found a picture of you yesterday, at first I thought it was Thomas," I
stated and fished the photo out of the stack to show him.

"Oh God, 6th grade," Henry sighed.  "That seems like a million years ago."

"It's amazing how much he looks like you."

"Thomas?" said Henry, examining the photo.  "Yeah, I guess he does
somewhat."

I could tell by the look on Henry's face it was the first time he'd ever
considered his resemblance to his mother's ward.  It also threw me a curve.
I was intrigued by the mystery of Thomas's past and his connection to this
family but Henry's expression had me second guessing.  I've known Henry
Lodge for over 20 years and if there's one thing I admire about him it's
his inability to lie.  If there was some link between he and Thomas it was
as unknown to him as it was to the boy.  I'd developed a theory that Thomas
might be the product of one of Henry's many affairs and that his mother was
raising the boy as her ward in order to hide a potential scandal from the
voting public.

As I watched Henry put down his coffee I could tell his thoughts had
drifted somewhere else.  A man trying to hide something wouldn't be that
comfortable with his lie, even with an old friend.  I took a sip of my
coffee and shook my head.  As a journalist it's my job to ferret out
stories and bring them to the light of day.  The mystery of Thomas's father
was like a scent caught in my nose but this wouldn't be the first time I
sniffed out a story and found the trail led to nowhere.  In retrospect it
was rather silly to base so much on a simple resemblance.  After all, it's
not like brown hair and green eyes are unusual features.



Thomas

When I woke up there was soft sunlight filling the room.  I was glad to see
the storm hadn't lingered.  Summer storms can vanish as quickly as they
appear on the New England coast and it's a good thing.  I'd hate for the
game to be rained out.  I yawned and started to stretch but couldn't move
my arm.  When I looked to my right I was reminded about the gift the storm
blew my way in the night.

It was after midnight and I'd just drifted off to sleep when I heard a
knock at my door.  It took me a moment to realize it wasn't thunder but
then I yawned and padded across the room in my pajama bottoms.  Mrs. Lodge
would never come to my room this late.  She'd send Carson or another
servant, so I didn't bother hunting for a t-shirt.  When I opened the door
I found Alec standing there in his socks and underpants.

"Alec, it's after midnight. What are you..." I started but came up short
when I got a good look at him.  He had his arms crossed over his chest
hugging himself tightly as he looked down at his feet. "Is something the
matter?"

"Can I sleep with you?" he asked timidly.

"Alec, if someone catches us..."

"Please," he looked up at me, pleading with those big blue eyes.

"Come in," I stepped aside.  I couldn't say no to him when he made a face
like that.  He hurried inside and slipped under my covers while I locked
the door.

I got into bed and turned off the bedside lamp.  Alec had his back to me
but as soon as the light was out he rolled over and snuggled as close as he
could.  I thought his behavior was really strange.  Alec is such a
confident person; I'd never seen him so cowed before.

"Alec, what's the matter?" I asked gently as I put my arms around him.

"Y-you promise you won't laugh?"

"I'd never laugh at you," I replied sincerely.

"I, well, I'm afraid of thunder."

"Roll of thunder, hear my cry..." I sighed.

"What?"

"Nothing, just the title of a book I read when I was little.  Anyway,
there's nothing to be afraid of.  Thunder is simply the rapid expansion of
the air surrounding the path of a lightning bolt," I explained.

"Thomas, seriously?" said Alec.  I couldn't see him in the dark but I could
feel him giving me a "what are you, stupid?" look.

"Sorry, that was a little nerdy wasn't?"

"A little," Alec agreed.  "I know what thunder is and I know it's nothing
to be afraid of.  But I can't help it."

I pulled him closer and kissed the top of his head.

"There's nothing to be afraid of as long as I'm here.  I'll never let
anything hurt you." I could tell by the way he relaxed his shoulders this
was a better response to his fears then my dorky science approach.

"When I was little, maybe 4, my mom took me with her to Israel when she
went to interview the prime minister.  The night before she was supposed to
conduct her interview the Israelis and Palestinians started firing rockets
at each other and one exploded close to our hotel.  They moved all of the
guests into the basement but all night long I could hear the thunder of the
rockets going off," said Alec.

"You must have been terrified," I sympathized.

"I was so afraid," Alec sniffled.  "All I wanted was to go home but there
was nothing I could do.  That's the first time I realized my mom couldn't
make all the bad things go away."

Alec buried his face against my chest and I felt his tears leak onto my
skin as he finished sharing the traumatic childhood memory.  I thought
about what it must have been like, being a little boy forced into that kind
of situation.  I also sympathized with Mrs. Carstairs, what could she have
said to her son to make everything in that moment ok?

I placed my hand on his cheek and used my thumb to gently brush the tears
away.  He looked up at me and our lips met.  I wanted to suck the sadness
out of his soul, swallow it and drive the bad memories from his
consciousness.  Instead he had to settle for me parting my lips and pulling
his tongue into my mouth.  We kissed softly at first and Alec flinched at
every clap of thunder but as we grew more passionate he grew more relaxed.
We kissed with a hunger I'd yet to experience in the days we've been
together and as I nibbled his bottom lip I let my hands roam his body until
they came to rest on his rump.

I'd wanted to feel that perky little bottom all week and once I had my
hands on it I didn't want to let go.  His skin radiated warmth trough the
fabric of the tight red briefs he had on and he moaned softly as I kneaded
his tender flesh.  He rubbed my chest, tweaked my nipple and ran his
fingers along the soft skin below my belly button.  When he pulled my
drawstring loose I instinctively grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"Please, Thomas? I just want to feel it," Alec whispered in my ear.

I released his wrist and he finished untying my drawstring.  His fingers
were tentative at first, caressing the waistband of my underwear and then
the cotton before he found my...parts.  It was like an electric shock went
through my body.  I groaned involuntarily and squeezed his butt.  Alec
sucked on my neck and felt me up as I moved my hips up, trying to fill his
hand.  Alec rubbed slowly along my package and it seemed to sooth him while
it drove me wild.  Eventually his kissing slowed and his hand rested below
my belly button as he began to breathe softly and gently on my neck.

I was so hard I ached but couldn't bring myself to rouse my sleeping angel
just so he could finish me off.  We'd been sunbathing naked together all
week but his hand on my cock was a thousand times more intimate.  It took
me a few minutes to come down from the sexual high but when I did I drifted
into the most restful sleep I'd ever known.

I didn't want to wake him but I knew I had too.  The sun was up and people
would be moving about downstairs.  If I didn't want him to be found
sneaking back to his room in his underwear I had to wake him now.  I rolled
him onto his back and gently kissed his lips.  I guess I'd seen Sleeping
Beauty one to many times if I thought that was going to work.  In the end I
had to shake him by the shoulder.  He groaned at first and tried to roll
away from me but once he opened those beautiful eyes, batted his lashes and
realized where he was, he looked over at me and blushed.

"Sorry about last night," Alec yawned.

"Don't be.  I'm glad you came to me," I smiled.

"You're not upset that I, you know, got a little grabby?"

"Not even a little bit," I grinned and groped his package.

"Thomas," he exclaimed and slapped my hand away playfully.

"Don't I get a turn?" I pouted.

"I guess you earned it," he grabbed my wrist and guided my hand between his
legs.

I stroked and rubbed him through his underpants for a moment and reveled in
the sensation of touching another boy's cock for the first time.  It was so
hard and yet so soft.  I could have played with him all day but then I
remembered why I'd woken him in the first place and reluctantly pulled my
hand away.

"No fair!" Alec pouted.  "You can't get me all hard and then leave me with
a boner!"

"Pssh, I learned it from you," I protested.

"Oh God, I did fall asleep, didn't I?"

"It's ok," I pecked his lips.  "We'll make it up to each other later."

"Really?" he asked excitedly.

"You bet," I smiled. "But right now you've got to get back to your room
before someone besides me gets a good look at your cute little butt."

"Ok," he sighed and climbed out of bed.  "Thanks, you know, for not
laughing at me last night."

"Thank you for sharing that story with me," I replied as I guided him to
the door and kissed him goodbye.

Alec smiled and trotted down the hall to his room.  He must have felt my
eyes on him because at the last moment he turned, flashed me a wicked grin
and then pulled down the back of his underwear to expose that luscious
bottom.  I rolled my eyes.  Alec giggled and I returned to bed with a smile
on my face.

Alec

I was so embarrassed when I woke up in Thomas's bed and recalled the events
of the night before.  Thunder has always bothered me and I hate that it has
such a hold over me but there's really nothing I can do about it.  I was,
however, pleased about the progress we'd made thanks to our impromptu
sleepover.  Kissing Thomas is wonderful and being naked with him feels so
natural but touching his boy parts made me feel so much closer to him.
You're probably thinking it was all about sex, that I was just horny and
wanted to jerk him off but that's really not the case.  You have to trust
someone to let them touch you in such a sensitive place and it made me
happy to know Thomas trusted me.

I got in bed and tried to go back to sleep for another hour but it was no
use, wakefulness had set in.  Resigned to the start of a new day I took a
quick shower and got dressed.  I made my way to the dining room just as
everyone was sitting down to breakfast.  I took my seat and traded shy
morning after glances with Thomas until the ladies had all been served.
Once we started eating the adults dominated the conversation and when we
finished I was glad to be going on our morning bike ride.

We were going back to Mr. Russet's that morning and I was really looking
forward to hearing Thomas play the piano.  I've said it before and I'll say
it again, I've never liked classical music before coming to Summers End and
maybe I wouldn't like it now if Thomas and I weren't together but watching
him at the keyboard seems to set my soul on fire.

We were just coming into the kitchen when we heard Christine's voice and
found here chatting with Cook.  She was dressed like us, in shorts and a
t-shirt.  I almost didn't recognize her as the elegant lady we left at the
breakfast table twenty minutes earlier.

"Good morning boys," Cook smiled when she spotted us.  "I've got your
supplies all ready."

She tossed Thomas the baggy of bacon and he stuffed it in his backpack.
Christine hugged Cook which made the old chef blush.  From the things
Thomas has told me about his childhood at Summers End, the family isn't
supposed to fraternize with the staff.  Mrs. Lodge thinks it's improper.  I
wondered what she'd think of her future daughter-in-laws display of
affection when Christine walked over to us.

"I understand you guys are going for a bike ride," said Christine.

"Yes ma'am," said Thomas.

"Christine, Thomas please call me Christine," she insisted.

"Yes Christine," Thomas smiled.

"Would you mind if I tagged along?"

"Well, we sort of had plans," said Thomas, biting his lower lip.  I could
tell he was struggling.  He wanted to be a good host as Mrs. Lodge would
expect him to be but he'd also committed us to visiting Mr. Russet.

"Oh, well, maybe some other time then," Christine frowned disappointedly.

"You're welcome to come along if you'd like, we just won't be coming back
for a couple of hours," Thomas explained.

"Great, let's get going," she beamed.

Christine and I followed Thomas outside and sure enough, James had three
bikes waiting for us.

"What's the bacon for?" asked Christine.  She remembered Cook tossing the
bag to Thomas as we mounted our bikes.

"You'll see," Thomas and I replied in unison.

Thomas winked at me, I smiled back and then we set off down the road.  With
his prep school pedigree I'm sure Thomas is bound for Harvard, Yale or any
other Ivy League University he might be interested in, however, if he
should happen to change his mind the Nantucket Board of Tourism should give
him a job.  He gave Christine the same tour he'd given me during our first
ride together and while I'd heard it before it wasn't boring.  He really
loves the island and now that I know how to read him better I can see it in
the stories he tells about his favorite places.

Christine listened to him politely but you could see it on her face, there
was something she wanted to say.  I wondered what was on her mind but that
mystery was solved when we reached the crest of the hill overlooking the
town.

"Is there something you wanted to ask me?" said Thomas.

"Is it that obvious?" said Christine.

"I usually get more feedback on the tour," Thomas smiled.

Christine smiled back and assured him he was an excellent tour guide before
taking a deep breath and opening up to us.

"I wanted to talk to you about Mrs. Lodge," said Christine.  "She's such a
force in Henry's life.  I'd be lying if I said she didn't make me nervous.
I love Henry and I'd really like to have her approval."

"Oh, is that all?" said.

"It's important to me.  I, well, I want her to like me," Christine
admitted.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about," said Thomas.  "You
actually got her to smile last night.  That's rare."

"Really?" said Christine.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Lodge is something of a skinflint when it comes to smiling,"
Thomas explained.

"That's good to know," said Christine.

"The thing about Mrs. Lodge is she comes off as really stern but she's just
a stickler for rules and traditions.  Good manners mean a lot to her.  She
doesn't like fussy or dramatic people.  She likes to maintain a sense of
calm in the house," Thomas explained.

"And you think I passed the test?"

"I think so but you have to remember you also get a special pass because
you're marrying the Senator."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, Mrs. Lodge would never admit it but he's her favorite.  He chose you
so to her way of thinking you must be ok," Thomas explained.

"Interesting," said Christine contemplatively.

"We better hurry," said Thomas, looking at his watch. "We don't want to be
late."

We coasted down the hill and peddled through town.  Christine must have
been really preoccupied about Mrs. Lodge before because after her chat with
Thomas she seemed to relax and open up.  I liked her and I could see why
Senator Lodge had asked her to marry him.  She was pretty as you would
expect such a woman to be and she was polished, very prim and proper, but
she wasn't afraid to let her hair down.  Once she was comfortable with
Thomas and me she laughed at our jokes and shared a few funny stories of
her own.  I was afraid spending the morning with her would be like having a
babysitter watching over us but she was fun, kind of like a big sister.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Christine screamed a few minutes later when we
arrived at Mr. Russet's and Nanook put his paws on her shoulders before
licking her face.  "What is that thing?"

Thomas made the introductions and after we pried Christine off the celling
he had her feeding the massive dog bacon just like I had.  Mr. Russet was
delighted for the additional company and served Christine tea while I took
over the bacon duties.  As Thomas sat at the piano bench and took requests
from Mr. Russet, Nanook finished the bacon and rested his head in my lap.
The big dog was putty in my hands so long as I was scratching his ears.  He
eventually fell asleep as the music played.

Thomas's concert lasted about an hour and when he finished he folded his
hands in his lap and looked at Mr. Russet sternly.

"Alright, I've played everything you've requested, wouldn't you agree?" he
asked Mr. Russet.

"Sure," the old teacher smiled.  "You were wonderful, Tommy, I keep telling
you there is a future for you in music if you want it."

"What I want is for you to take a trip to the mainland and see the
specialist Mrs. Lodge has asked you to see," said Thomas.

"Ah Tommy, you know me," the old man shrugged.  "I've got no use for the
mainland."

"Be that as it may, I have complied with all of your requests, you will
comply with mine," Thomas commanded.

"But I..."

"Mr. Russet, would you like me to continue visiting you?"

"Well, yes, of course.  I would like that very much."

"So would I.  Go to the mainland and see the doctor so we can do this for a
few more years, ok?"

"Alright Tommy, if that's what you want, I'll go for you," Mr. Russet
conceded.

Christine and I sat there with our mouths hanging open.  Thomas comes off
as so biddable with his, "yes ma'am," this and, "yes sir," that but he
really knew how to put the hammer down.  He cared a great deal about
Mr. Russet and he'd been on a mission that morning.  One way or another the
old pianist was going to the doctor and Thomas wasn't going to take no for
an answer.

"Great, now, would you guys like to hear anything else?" Thomas smiled
brightly.

That's when Christine shook the shocked expression off her face and asked a
question I hadn't thought to ask all week.

"You really play wonderfully, Thomas, but do you know anything more
contemporary?"

Thomas smiled, cracked his knuckles and then whipped out his modern day
repertoire.

It took me a minute to recognize the first song because I'd never even
considered it could be performed on a piano before but he amazed me with
Coldplay's Strawberry Swing.  As cool as that was he took it up a notch
with his selection of Hall of Fame by Will. I. Am before closing with the
Beatles, Let It Be.  Christine and I both applauded when he was finished
and I smiled inwardly knowing that the boy in my life was truly an
exceptional person.

"We better head back," said Christine as she checked her watch.  "We don't
want to be late for the game."

Thomas checked his watch to confirm the time and then we said a hasty
goodbye to Mr. Russet.  I don't know if he was more excited about the game
or telling Mrs. Lodge he'd succeeded in getting Mr. Russet to agree to see
the doctor.

Every relationship I've had with a guy to this point has been about sex.
If Thomas were a different person he'd have woken me up and had me jerk him
off last night.  It would all have been about him and I would have walked
away feeling cheap and unfulfilled. I had to come all the way to Nantucket
to find Thomas and each day that goes by I learn more about this complex
and special person.  It makes me smile because each day I've been here I've
witnessed acts of caring most boys our age wouldn't waste their time with.
I was excited about the game too but I think I was more excited about
finding the boy I thought only lived in my dreams.