Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2001 03:19:53 EDT
From: GoWithTheFlo1234@aol.com
Subject: All Work and No Play-4

All Work and No Play, Chapter 4
by gowiththeflo1234@aol.com

Note: To all those who wrote with suggestions, praises, and comments, thank
you! I hope this was worth the wait! Happy reading!
~Jeff

Part I

Luke sat in his luxurious, first-class seat...twiddling his thumb nervously
as he glanced at the view below.
"Luke?" someone said.
Luke turned, it was Laura.
"Laura!" Luke said. "Wow, fancy we'd be meeting in the first-class portion of
the plane."
"Yeah..." Laura said, looking away nervously. "So...taking a trip to Paris?"
"I'm going to find Seth and tell him how much I love him and I will not leave
his side until he takes my proposal."
"Luke, listen," Laura began. "This is going to sound strange, but I'm only
telling you this because Seth means so much to you."
"Alright," Luke said, uncertainly. "Spill."
"Sometime within the last two days, Mike planned on making a move on Seth."
"What? Like seduce him?"
"I guess something of that sort..."
"Wa--wa--wa--wait a minute!" Luke said, raising his voice. "You mean to tell
me...that Mike's gay? And you left Seth alone with that psycho to toy with?"
"Let's not make any accusations there Luke," Laura said, defensively. "Mike
just said he wanted some time alone with Seth to talk things out...I didn't
even know he was gay until college. I just put two and two together...and I
thought maybe I should talk to you about it."
"Unbelievable,"Luke said, shaking his head and looking out the window. "How
much do you guys hate me?"
"I don't hate you Luke."
"Then why in the world would you do something like this to me," Luke said,
feeling his anger rising.
"I didn't intend on hurting you Luke."
"Bullshit Laura, how can you not hurt someone by putting someone they love in
the hands of a seductor?"
"It wasn't a seduction...I don't think. There was sex involved..."
"You talked to him?"
"He called before I left."
"They had SEX?"
Laura stammered for a bit...searching for an answer.
"Is there a problem here sir?" a cute steward ask.
"Yes, actually," Luke said. "This bitch right here just confessed in leaving
my lover alone with his straight-acting co-worker for a possibility of sexual
intercourse, so yes, there IS a problem."
"I see..." the steward said, uncertainly. "I'll come back with the wine cart."
"Thank you," Luke muttered. "Laura, shouldn't you buckle in, I hear landings
may be tough around this side of Europe."
Laura moved back into her seat, adjacent from where Luke was sitting. Luke
continued to stare outside the window, the city of Paris soon coming into
view.
"Here's a glass for you sir," the steward replied.
"Forget the glass, just give me the damn bottle," Luke said.
"Um...sir, I don't think that is wise."
"Are you questioning my authority?" Luke said, cooly.
"No, sir, here..take the bottle."
"Thank you." Luke took a huge swig from the bottle, the cool liquid of
alcohol traveling down his system.
"Attention passengers," the pilot said. "This is your pilot speaking, we will
be landing in Paris, France shortly."
       Seth Brookes...you have a lot of explaining to do, Luke thought
bitterly.


Part II

       Earlier that morning...
       "Seth, wake up!" Mike said, soothingly into Seth's ear.
       "Mike," Seth said. "Why are you breathing down my neck?"
       "Cause I'm laying next to you...."
       "Are you naked?"
       "What doy uo think?"
       "MIKE!" Seth said, grabbing his robe and putting it on. "Did something
happen last night?"
       "Maybe..."
       "Don't toy with me."
       "Alright, we had sex."
       "We had WHAT?" Seth screamed.
       "Sex...an act of pleasure between two adults..."
       "Cut the sex ed. I know what it is."
       "So why did you ask---"
       "SHUT UP!" Seth yelled. "I need some air."
       "Try the balcony, I hear it's nice."
       "FUCK OFF!"
       Wow...Mike thought, am I in trouble or what?
       "I'm going out," Seth said, returning from the balcony. "I'll go get
Laura from the airport."
       "I'll come with you," Mike offered.
       "No."
       "C'mon, I want to see her too."
       "No, she's got some explaning to do anyways."
       "I'm coming anyways."
       "Fine, whatever," Seth said, ending the conversation.
       The two were out within half an hour to the airport in Paris to pick
up Laura, only to be reunited with an old friend.

Part III

       "Are you sure this is the flight?" Mike asked, for the billionth time.
       "Yes!" Seth said.
       "Luke! You have to listen to me..." they hear Laura yell.
       "Luke?" Seth and Mike said, confused.
       Luke appeared around the corner, a bit drunk and angry. Laura was
running after him, trying to reason with him.
       "Luke!" Seth yell, waving his arms.
       "Get out of my way," Luke said, pushing Seth aside.
       "What was that for?" Seth asked, chasing after Luke.
       "Was he good?" Luke asked, stopping suddenly and turning around to
face a bewildered Seth.
       " 'cuse me?" Seth said.
       "You heard me, was he good in bed?" Luke repeated. "Was he better than
me?"
       "How did you know?" Seth said.
       "I kinda told him," Laura said, piping in.
       "How did YOU know?" Seth asked.
       "I called her," Mike said, raising his hand.
       "I do'nt believe this," Seth said.
       "That makes TWO of us," Luke retorted.
       "So who WAS better Seth?" Mike asked, childishly.
       "YOu're not making it any better Mike," Seth replied.
       "I just want to know..." Mike said.
       Laura slapped him on the arm, Seth just turned away from them and
focused on Luke.
       "Lukey," Seth said. "I didn't know what happen...it just DID..."
       "Why Seth?" Luke said, beginning to cry. "Was I not good enough for
you?"
       "Can I answer that?" Mike said, raising his hand again.
       "NO!" Laura, Seth, and LUke yelled back.
       "I'm just going to sit over there," Mike said, gesturing towards an
empty area.
       "I'll join you," Laura said, inching away from the unhappy couple.
       "Luke, you're everything I want in a guy," Seth said. "I had a few too
many glasses of wine last night...and my judgement got clouded...I didn'te
ven know we had sex until this morning."
       "Great...so you were drunk and having sex...just wonderful!" Luke
said, throwing his arms in the air with frustration. "This is what I get for
coming to Paris...thinking about marrying you...you're just a filthy slut."
       Filthy slut...those words echoed in Seth's head. It's the alcohol
talking, Seth assured himself. Luke doesn't mean it. Luke practically spitted
out those words, and he turned and exited the airport.
       Laura and Mike rejoined Seth and Mike asked, "So who WAS better?"
       "Shut up!" Laura and Seth replied, pissed off.

Part IV

       "Kris," Luke said into the phone. "Just shoot me, right here and now."
       "That's the booz talking," she said, groggily. "He was drunk, and it's
not like you've never done anything crazy when you were under the influence
of alcohol."
       "I didn't go cheating on him...I danced on a table...took off my pants
and my shirt...but I didn't go having intercourse with my co-workers."
       "Seeing how you've got some old co-workers," Kristy replied. "I
wouldn't go screwing them either."
       "Kris..." Luke whined.
       "Sorry. Where are you at anyhow?"
       "The Ritz," Luke replied. "I'm going to go, I need some sleep."
       "Call me later ok?" Kristy said.
       "Yeah yeah yeah."
       "Love you," Kristy said and hung up.

       Knock, knock, knock.
       Damn it, Luke thought to himself. Let me sleep!
       "I'm coming," Luke said, trudging to the door and opening it.
       "Yes?" Luke asked.
       It was Seth...no, wait...it looked like Seth. It was the bellboy. He
had an adorable grin on his face..."I have a delivery here to a Mr.
Masterson."
       "This is he," Luke said. "Who is it from?"
       The bellboy looked around the large gift basket for an envelope..."I
believe it's from a Mr. Brookes."
       "Is it by any chance a Seth Brookes?" Luke questioned.
       "Yes, it is."
       "Give it to your wife or girlfriend or something."
       "I don't have a girlfriend."
       "A cute thing like you should have girls swarming all over you," Luke
said.
       "But I don't like girls," he replied, giving a grin.
       "Oh really?" Luke said, feeling the alcohol still in his system. "What
a pity."
       The bellboy blushed and gave an adorable grin, "I don't really think
so."
       "Ya know what?" Luke said. "Me neither."
       THe bellboy laughed, "I'm Wesley."
       "Wesley?" I asked. "An american?"
       "Stranded in France for a few years, and I still don't speak a word of
it."
       "How do you get around?"
       "Pictures, signs, I'll live."
       "I see...would you like to join me for a drink Wesley?"
       "Not during the work hours, no," he replied. "But after I get off of
work, I might take the offer..."
       "Great, when do yuo get off?" Luke asked, a bit eagerly.
       "In a few hours, I'll come back, not to worry."
       He left the gift basket and disappeared behind another corridor.
       Luke grabbed the basket and brought it into the room, he removed the
wrapping to reveal its contents.
       "Junk..." Luke said, as he rearranged the contents.
       Luke tossed the basket aside and stared outside the window.
       "Seth...Seth...why oh why did you do this to me?" Luke asked out loud.
       Luke stayed still and admired the view for a few more minutes, before
taking a nap on his bed. The door woke Luke up, a few hours later.
       "Hey Wesley," Luke said, glancing at Wesley's alternative choice of
clothing of jeans, t-shirt and jean jacket.
       "Nice place you've got here," he said, looking around.
       Luke laughed, "Aren't they all the same?"
       "Not the suites."
       "Really?" Luke said, amazed.
       "Really. Nice view too," he said, as he stood by the window.
       Luke had this impulse to hold him...like he holds Seth...
       Wesley looked back at Luke, walked over to him and planted a nice firm
kiss on his lips. Luke couldn't resist Wesley's lips...he felt his knees
weakening...he was giving in to the temptation...



to be continued in Part 5....

i hope that was worth the wait, i'm off to vacationing, so feel free to
e-mail me at gowiththeflo1234@aol.com or IM me...that's my AIM name also.
happy reading.

jeff