Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2011 19:37:12 -0400 From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com> Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 24 (FINALE) 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, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states 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. THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 24 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Fletch just could not get it out of his mind, David still having lingering thoughts over the height of Pieter's boss, after entering Rob-Roy's Diner. He badgers his dad and David, "Do you really think if I go to a gym and workout, I could be just like Rob-Roy?" Pieter addresses his son, "It's polite to call an adult you don't know by his last name, `Mr. Blankenship?'" "Not fair," Fletch vocalized his opinion, but accepted it, "Okay," after receiving a look of authority from both adults. Shortly, their attention was grabbed away by a server, "Hey, my name's Jarret," he pulls the identification tab away from his chest, it springing back by the tightness of the shirt. Rather than carry on, like it the usual customer, Jarrett asks, "Which one of you are Pieter?" Pieter responds, "I am," the same time David replies, "He is!" Coming around the table, Jarrett shakes Pieter's hand, saying, "Nice to meet you. I wasn't sure. I thought it might be `him!'" he nods towards Fletch. "Me?" Fletch asks, all brightened up, because he thought this was going to be solely an adult conversation. Walking around to Fletch, Jarrett asks, "Well sure. You know how to cook, right?" Immediately, David and Pieter could tell Jarrett was good with kids. "I know how to make a peanut butter and jelly sammich!" "That's it?" Jarrett replies, showing surprise, a reaction somewhat expecting Fletch should be able to conjure up a five course dinner. David explains, "We haven't really had much quality time at home as a family." It's then Fletch bursts out with, "We're going to be moving to a bigger house and I won't have to live in a closet anymore!" "Closet, hmm?" Jarrett looks upon it in dismay. "It's not what you think," Pieter jumps in with. David says of it, "It's not really a closet, just a very small room, which we have to admit is really too tiny for a growing boy." "Hmm, okay," Jarrett replies, turning his attention back to Fletch, "So, where is it you all are going to move to?" "On the beach," Fletch replies. "Oh, that tells me a lot!" As he looked up upon Jarrett, he wondered something, coming right out and asking, even though it did not pertain to the conversation, "Jarrett," and because he didn't catch it, "what's your last name?" It wasn't the question he was going to ask, but for fear his dad might reprimand him, he asked. "Blankenship." "Wait! I can't call you Mr. Blankenship. There already is a Mr. Blankenship!" "You don't have to call me Mr. Blankenship. Remember, I already told you to call me Jarrett?" "Fletch, it's okay," Pieter dismissed any doubt. Still, Fletch didn't get to his original question, now wondering, "Is Mr. Blankenship your father?" Thinking it a trick question, Jarrett resolves the issue to not understanding the question, replying, "My father. He's the only Mr. Blankenship I know?" He begins to pour out the water. With insight, David says, "I think what Fletch is getting at, is if you and Rob-Roy are related?" Fletch had to laugh at Jarrett, him bopping himself in the head with the palm of his hand, saying, "Oh man am I dense! Yeah. We're brothers. I'm Rob-Roy's little brother." How nice for all of this to work out, the questioning and answering coming right back around in a perfect circle, for Fletch to ask his original thought, "How old are you?" It got him into a minor scrap with his dad, "Fletch, it's not nice to ask people how old they are?" "It's okay," Jarrett replies. "When you're young you don't mind it when somebody pops the question. I'm twenty-two and you?" "I turned eleven on the fourth of July." "What?" Jarrett play-acted, "And I wasn't invited to the party?" Fletch giggled, returning, "We didn't know ya then!" "Oh. Good reason," Jarrett mellowed out. >From there, Jarrett got busy taking orders, delivering food, each time entertaining Fletch with some type of clever rendering or asking him stuff about his birthday party or Rockbottom Marina. Somewhere between finishing up the meal and ordering dessert, Fletch started talking about Caleb, mainly because he felt it would be nice if Caleb could make Jarrett his friend. In secret, Pieter hoped Fletch wasn't trying to do something like play matchmaker, saying to David between clenched teeth, "I hope Fletch isn't going with this, where I think he's going!" "Nah," David replied. Oh how David was wrong, Fletch flaunted the question, "Jarrett, are you gay?" Pieter reacted with a major sigh, David calling out Fletch's name. However, Jarrett took it very lightly, pulling the chair out next to Fletch and asking, "Wow! I can't believe it! Am I `that' obvious?" Fortunately for David and Pieter, it was beyond more of an understanding. "You are?" Fletch was amazed, thinking back upon meeting up with Jason in the street, Jason picking out guys who passed by and `switching on' what Jason called `gaydar', guessing if guys were gay or not. "I must be like Jason said.... I got the gift!" "Gaydar?" Jarrett guesses too. However, not wanting to dwell on it, David wisely says, "I don't think we should encourage him, Jarrett?" "Sure," he pops out of his seat. "No problem." Though, as Jarrett stepped away from the table with dessert orders, he and Fletch shared a smile, Jarrett winking at him. % It was a cheap shot, but Kjartan wasn't feeling all that punky and with issues on his mind, asks Jason, "My father pay you to be my babysitter?" Walking towards the bed, Jason replies, "Nah. Fuck that shit. Nobody pays me to be babysitter to anybody. Why? Do you need a babysitter?" "My father doesn't trust me." Not exactly a long, winded dossier, but Jason had some sketches of Kjartan's previous year, responding, "Just turning eighteen and with intentions of running away with a thirty year old gigolo? If I were your father, I'd sure show some concern?" "He doesn't know anything. Mario was going to take me to California. He has connections in the movie industry. He said I had what it takes to become a star." Jason smiles, thinking, `Here comes the reckoning blow,' "Your Mario," Jason sits on the side of the bed, folding arms across his chest, which gave him more the appearance of authority, "it happens to come out, deals in black market porn. Yeah, he would have made you a star all right, having sex with underaged boys and probably he'd have you so strung up on drugs you would not even know you were doing it!" "What?" Kjartan show surprise. "And to top if off, the night of your accident, Mario and a bunch of his henchmen were arrested, working over some guy who wanted to quit the same business Mario had intentions of forcing you into." "No. It's not true. Mario was a loving man. He..." "When the cops busted him, `your loving Mario', after they beat the man unconscious, turned on his twelve year old brother and were ready to give him an ass full. Tears welled up in Kjartan's eyes. It's then he reveals, "I was so afraid of Mario, but I couldn't tear myself away from him at the same time." Still sticking to his rigid position, Jason asks, "And why were you afraid of him?" "You won't understand." "Try me," Jason replies, waiting. "As time went by I trusted Mario. Trusted him into letting him do..." >From his immediate experience, Jason rectified, "Things other than normal mansex?" "I guess you can call it that," Kjartan replies. Perhaps it was by choice for Kjartan, it forced on Jason, however he relates to the experience, "Kinky stuff?" "Yeah," Kjartan replies, smirking and closing his eyes. Mac, filling him in on the bdsm lifestyle, after his ordeal at the Ryan-Taylor pool party, says as he uncrosses an arm, sinks to his left a little, using Kjartan's blanketed thigh as an armchair rest, "It wasn't bondage and discipline-related, was it?" His eyes propped open, the blond replies, "You know about bondage?" Knowing he wasn't supposed to speak about it, Jason had to make a quick decision here. If he clammed up and didn't relate to his experience, he might lose Kjartan at this point of the conversation. So he decides to reveal, "I was forced into a situation whereas my arms and neck were placed in a..." lost for the proper word, "yoke and my ass left vulnerable." "And were you?" Kjartan thought about Jason's ass. Reading Kjartan's line of questioning, Jason smiles and replies, "No, fortunately. Before the party could get started, the cops busted it up!" Confession time, not that he meant to allude to it, Kjartan tells Jason, "I was supposed to meet up with Mario that night." "The night of the accident?" "Right, but my father had learned I was seeing him. He didn't like him." Figuring it wouldn't hurt, plus his gut reaction towards this seedy fellow, Jason says, "From what I've heard about this Mario, I wouldn't show much respect for him as well." "Really?" Wondering if he said too much, Jason explains, "If I had someone I cared for and adored, I would feel protective in the same way." Having a flashback to the accident, Kjartan does recall, "You kissed me." `Kissed you?' Jason thought, realizing, "I gave you CPR!" "All I remember is kissing you." Looking at the ceiling, Kjartan says, "I was kissing you all the time. Even though I didn't know who you were or have a clear picture of your face, as I felt the bumps from the gurney, all I could feel is the sensation of your lips on mine." It made Jason relax, him quipping, "Well, can't say I've ever had that impression on somebody while giving CPR!" Though, he had to think back to saving the swimmer's life in the same manner, but quickly dismissed it because that guy was straight! "It's true." Kjartan then says, "Mario. He didn't come to the hospital to see me?" "I doubt it," Jason replies. "Mac says he's in jail with a hefty bond hanging over his head. Whomever he works for seems to not care about springing him out of jail. Probably they don't care if he rots there," Jason speculated. Lying there, eyes to the ceiling, Kjartan reflects, "Having sex with a sixteen year old, huh?" "Almost," Jason replies. "If the cops hadn't gotten wind of it, the kid could have been marred for life." Turning to Jason, Kjartan says, "I could never do anything like that... Never have sex with anyone except my age or older, except maybe a seventeen year old, but sixteen or younger? Not for me." Telling the cold facts, Jason says, "As I look at it, if your father didn't stop you from meeting up with Mario, you could have been on your way to a nightmare in hell!" He lay there for a moment, staring at Jason. "It's true," Jason replies. "Don't allow a few nights of hot sex, or whatever else you did, to cloud your thoughts. Remember, Kjartan, you're eighteen years old and quite the educated young man. Never allow the feeling down yonder," Jason gropes himself, "to compromise what's up here," he points to his forehead, ending with, "lecture over!" It was hardly much different, Jason's talk with Kjartan, versus his sidewalk chats with Fletch, except for the age and experience with gay sex. As he had done with Fletch, Jason would explain something, entertain questioning and then let the subject plane out. Right now he had Kjartan thinking, yet knew he was feeling groggy, natural for the type of recovery from an accident. On his mind now, Kjartan putting Mario behind him, asks, "What does my father think of me now?" Kjartan was sheeted up to his pecs and in a blue hospital garment. Jason places a hand on his thigh, leans over a little and says, "Your father loves you very much and is only trying to look after your interests." A cold dig, "And his?" "Let's get real here for a minute?" Jason replies in a scolding manner. "Your father is worth millions. Do you think he's going to hand any of it over to a worthless piece of shit like Mario?" By the time Jason was finished, out of intense dialogue, his hand had traveled to where his palm lay flat on the side of Kjartan's thigh. Looking down, Kjartan stares at Jason's hand. "Oh! Sorry!" Jason says, lifting his hand as if touching a hot griddle. It felt good to Kjartan, but he let the good feeling sensation slide, saying, "I don't know how to like... Reconnect... I said a lot of things to my father which were mean and cruel. Like, how do I get things back the way they were Jason?" Jason tells him, "Kjartan, things," he pats him on the thigh again, "will never be the way they were, but I think it's a good time for you and your father to make a new beginning. This September you'll be starting college and I think it's a good time for both of you to reestablish your relationship." Of course, Jason had hoped he could part of the equation, but seeing what Kjartan has been through, he would be just as happy seeing the father and son reunited. "I suppose it would make sense." >From Kjartan's left side, he sensed movement and even though Jason knew it was a hand, he stay focused on Kjartan's eyes. He smiles when he feels flesh touch his fingertips. Kjartan smiles back. The smiles lingered, Kjartan asking, "Are you going to be there for moral support?" Wanting to promise more, Jason held back, rather than make a hasty decision, figuring on allowing nature to take its course. % Driving home, David suddenly laughs. "What?" Nodding towards the back seat, David says, "I think your sermonizing is falling on deaf ears!" True to David's assumptions, Pieter glances to the back seat, seeing Fletch slumped to the side, making little snoring sounds. "I'm just curious." "Of?" David asks, making a turn onto their street. Sarcastically, "How much education has our little `gay cherub' gotten from our good friend, Jason Perry?" Pulling into the driveway, the turn awakening Fletch, David saying, "I suspect we'll never know, till opportunity knocks?" "Hmm," Pieter mulls over. Both turn to the back seat, just in time to see Fletch's mouth wide open, yawning, his arms stretched to the ceiling. Focusing in on the two, he energetically asks, "Hey dad, can I have some ice cream?" he looked back and forth, waiting to see which one would respond first! % Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee `THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.