BOBR... Gettin' Spooky!! Pt 1
Author's Note: In case you haven’t read Boys of Blue Ridge, but want to read this not scary at all Halloween epidsode anyway, here is a teeny tiny synopsis of the story. If you don't need the sypnopsis, skip down a bit and start reading after the link.
The characters in BOBR are named Jake and Heath, but this story is AU!RPS, and the only thing they share in common with the REAL J & H are their physical appearances, which are SOOOO my fave looks on guys of all time. However, in BOBR, Heath is a wealthy playboy type, descendent of the Vanderbilt family, and Jake is poor, working 2 jobs to support himself and going to school on a scholarship. He's a massage therapist by day, and works as a waiter at a restaurant called Beefcakes, catering to gay men, on the weekends. They meet in theater class and become friends when they get cast to play J & E in their class's stage rendition of BBM. When J suddenly needs a place to live, and H offers him a room, well, you can imagine. J is straight, H is out but J doesn't know about H since he doesn’t run in H’s circles, so H gets to stays undercover for a while, just long enough to get himself in trouble. It all works out in the end, and Gettin' Spooky takes place after they have said I LOVE YOU. The story officially ended in November (story time), after they did their BBM production, so this chapter takes place before the play, etc., falling between the last 2 chapters.
Here is the Link to BOBR if you haven’t read it and would like to. It’s fairly long, 25 Chapters I believe, probably 200K+ words. And FINISHED!!!
http://sienata.livejournal.com/?skip=20&tag=boys+of+blue+ridge
Anyway, back to this bit of nonsense. This was supposed to be a story about H & J going to a costume party at Mary Sue’s house, but as you read, you may notice that neither Mary Sue nor the party ever get mentioned. Uhhh... sorry, they got distracted. One of the on-going problem issues in BOBR was that J was always too busy and never had enough time for H. This apparently hasn’t changed.
So this chapter isn’t very spooky after all, and the costume party chapter will come later, after H’ween.... sorry. I think my next tattoo will be a big L right on my forehead. Duh.... Ok, carry on. There is a clicky-do at the end for the rest....
The Boys of Blue Ridge.... Gettin' Spooky!!
The man left his car idling by the curb and hurried up the steps two at a time to the double glass doors of The Men’s Health and Fitness Club. He was tall and fit and carried himself with a proud, regal bearing, broad shoulders tapering to slim hips, dressed in a dark charcoal suit that was obviously expensive and tailored perfectly to his frame. Beneath the jacket was a black shirt and an even blacker tie splashed with bright splotches of crimson, a nod to how a vampire might appear after a particularly messy feast. If one were to look closely, they might even notice the faded but still visible bluish red bruise on his neck, suggestive of just such a passionate encounter not too far gone.
Even though it was only mid-afternoon, the day had turned off dark and cold, the sunshine strictly banished from its post for this day - All Hallows Eve. The sky was instead hung low with blue/black clouds and the wind whipped angrily through the trees, snatching the last of the leaves from the branches, whirling them in mad spirals before releasing them at last to flutter dead to the ground. The man, who had learned early and remembered still to err on the side of caution, was taking no chances with that fickle beast of light and wore black wrap-around sunglasses to guard against even a hint of its deadly rays.
He slipped through the glass door quietly, combed his fingers through his unruly hair, remembered that he needed to get it trimmed, should be doing that today, but he was hungry for him, needed to see him more than anything else. He was his one true weakness, but also his greatest source of strength. They had plans for the night, but it had been so long - days it seemed like, since he’d had more than a minute of his time. That’s all he would get now, but once he’d realized they’d be driving past this place, there was no way he could resist stopping. The need for him was strong and heavy in his blood, and the man could feel it filling his cock already. It was embarrassing actually... how much he wanted him, but that’s what real love did, even to a man such as him who had everything else. He’d finally found his one true source of light, his pure, safe haven of warmth and security in an otherwise cold and dangerous world, and he wasn’t going to deny himself a moment. It was going on two... maybe he would be free.
The girl behind the desk was new...... hmmmm. She was pretty, with long, brown hair pulled back in a perky pony tail. She watched him walk up, smiling and friendly. “Hi. I’m Wendy. May I help you?”
“I’d like to see Jake, please.”
“Ok. Let me just look,” she said, and bent down to look at the large appointment calendar spread across her desk. “Let’s see, are you Mr. Linderman? Because if you are, I’m showing that your appointment’s been cancelled,” she said, sounding concerned over even the possibility of a slip up.
“No.... I’m not Mr. Linderman.”
“Oh. Well, that’s good,” she told him, and he agreed whole-heartedly with that. “Mr. Linderman was Jake’s two-o’clock, but he cancelled. Jake has an opening if you’d like to take it.”
Maybe it was Christmas instead of Halloween, after all... or maybe this was just a big, fat, unexpected treat before he even got his costume on. Either way, he was never the type to second guess an opportunity to get ahead.... one could never have too much of a good thing, and Jake was a very good thing.
“Yes, I’d like that.”
“Ok! Excellent. What would you like?”
A blow job, or maybe a nice, slow fuck across the massage table... or both...... “Ummmmm.......” His brain was locked up thinking about what he wanted to do, and at the moment he didn’t trust himself to speak for fear that he might say something that would scar Sweet Wendy for life.
Suddenly, she seemed to sense his confusion. “Have you ever been here before? We offer a wide range of services, from mani/pedis and facials to baths and massages, plus fitness training. Jake doesn’t do nails or any of that - just massages and personal fitness.”
“A massage is what I had in mind.” Might there be an extra charge if I’m able to convince him to massage the inside of my ass with his dick? My prostate’s been feeling a bit neglected lately.
“Oh, excellent choice. I hear he’s very good, although I haven’t gotten the pleasure myself,” she assured him with an embarrassed giggle. “I’m new here.”
“That’s nice. Do you like working here?”
“Oh yes, everyone’s real nice, and it always smells so good!” She sucked in a deep breath and he did too, picking up on the soothing smells of mint and eucalyptus. “I worked in a hair salon before, and it seemed like we gave a permanent almost every day.... Yuck!!!” She shot a quick glance up at the unruly curls on his head and a worried look came over her face.... “Umm...”
He smiled. “Don’t worry - it’s natural. I can’t stand that smell either.”
She grinned again, obviously relieved to have avoided a faux pas. “Ok... good... Sorry, sometimes my mouth gets going before I think about what I’m saying!”
“I think we all do that from time to time. No worries. Just think of it as part of your charm,” he suggested with a gentle smile.
“Oh! Well thank you - I will!” She jiggled the list of services to bring them back on topic. “So anyway, which massage do you think you’d like? We offer Swedish, deep tissue, sports massage.... aroma therapy? That’s our most popular!”
“Ok, aroma therapy it is, then.”
“Great! I’ll just get some information from you, then show you to the room and let him know you’re here. What’s your name, sir?” she asked, pen to page, ready to fill in Jake’s block.
“Raven. Edgar Raven.” She wrote it down happily.
“Ok, Mr. Raven! If you’ll just follow me please, we’ll get you started.”
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Jake dropped his trousers and planted his ass on the toilet, his first free minute alone since seven o’clock that morning, and silently thanked Mr. Linderman for canceling his two o’clock appointment. When your life got so busy that you didn’t even have time to take a dump, that had to be a sign! School was balls to the wall since he’d way overloaded his schedule this semester, and they were rehearsing the play like crazy. The production was set to go on right before Thanksgiving, so they were almost down to the wire. Even though he was enjoying the experience, he’d be glad when it was done so he and Heath might get more time to make out at home - alone - instead of having to do it every Tuesday and Thursday night for the Professor and Candee and whichever of their prurient classmates decided to watch. The directorial staff had decided - in their infinite voyeuristic wisdom - that they needed to practice the love scenes often, so they’d be totally comfortable doing them in front of a live audience. Great.
Jake was lost in thought, remembering the things he and Heath had done on the stage last night, but not afterwards, because he’d had to go straight to his study group and hadn’t gotten home till after midnight...... Heath had been disappointed, so had he... Things were finally starting to happen in his body... at least he’d get this need taken care of.... when he felt a strong, sudden vibration against his leg... fucking cell phone... goddamnit! Not even a minute to shit in peace! He reached down and fumbled for his pocket, pulled it out, hoping maybe it would be Heath, but hell no, it was work... His two o’clock had cancelled... what the fuck could she want?
Jake considered that while it kept vibrating in his hand, thought seriously about not answering, but Wendy was new, and with Mitchell, the manager, never around any more, he’d had to step up more and more to make sure the place kept going. She could be calling for about a million different reasons. He had to answer.
“Hey. What’s up?”
“Hi Jake. You’re two o’clock’s waiting in room number 5.”
“I didn’t think I had a two o’clock. Mr. Linderman cancelled.”
“Yes, but someone else came in and asked for you personally. He’s already undressing. I hope that’s ok,” she said, sounding worried.
Fucking great. But there was no way for her to know that he had a million things to do in this one free hour - not her fault Mitchell was a bum. “No, it’s fine Wendy. I’ll be there in just a few minutes. Room five, you said?”
“Yes.”
“What’s he getting?”
“He wanted a massage, but he didn’t seem to know much about it, so I suggested the aroma-therapy, so that’s what he’s getting!”
She was new, still got excited about the little things. “Good suggestion, Wendy. I’ll make sure he’s happy with it. What’s his name?”
“Ahh.... it was weird... let me check.” ..... “Here it is. Raven... Edgar Raven... Kinda cool for Halloween and all, huh? Like Edgar Alan Poe and The Raven, you know?”
Jake thought about that... hmmmm. “Yeah, very cool. What was he wearing?”
“Hmmm... a suit I think, really dark, almost all black, with a freaky tie that looked like it had blood all over it!” She paused for a second, then said, “Spooooook----keeeeeee.....”
He laughed! “Great Wendy! If you’ve set me up to massage Count Dracula and I get bit, I’m comin’ after you next!” It was amazing what you could say to a person you just met six days ago while wiping your ass... thank God for cell phones..... not!
“No! Please don’t! I don’t even like tomato juice... I’d make a sucky vampire!”
“Ha-ha-ha! That was bad! But ok, let’s just hope I can fend him off,” Not that there’s a chance in hell I’ll be trying if Mr. Raven is who I think he is.... “I’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Thanks for the head’s up.”
“No problem. Bye!” she said in her happy, perky little voice, and they were done.
There was a small employee shower in the restroom, and Jake took an extra three minutes to get clean, just in case Mr. Raven was actually his lover undercover, maybe wanting to do a little massaging of his own........ hopefully with his tongue.....
Click here if you want to find out what happens next...
http://sienata.livejournal.com/43987.html