Mutt went home to shower and change before dinner. To
save time, at least according to Jeff, they showered together, soaping each
other up and having a little fun in the meantime.
"We have to stop." Mutt gasped. "We're
going to be late."
"The dining room is open until ten tonight, we'll be
fine." Jeff replied breathlessly. "And since when have
you been so conscious of the time?" He teased.
"Time? UHHHH, oh yeah! Do that again!" Mutt
panted. "What time?"
Jeff chuckled. "That's what I say." He growled.
Afterward, finally clean, shaved and dressed, Jeff and Mutt got
into their golf cart to go and pick up Shorty and Bo. Just as the four men started up the steps to
the lodge, Harry called out for Jeff to wait a minute. “Mutt, take our guests and get a table for
all of us. A big table.” Jeff reminded him.
“I’ll be in as soon as I can.”
Harry jogged up the Jeff.
“Sorry, Jeff, I know you are busy but I was wondering if Brody and I
could get together with you and James sometime tomorrow.”
Jeff looked at Harry a question clearly in his eyes. “Is something wrong, Harry?”
“No…nothing is wrong. But
after coming back here this weekend, we wanted to talk something over with you
two.” Harry answered.
“Well, what about we meet for an early breakfast tomorrow morning at
eight? I’ll ask Coral to cover until
you’re free.” Jeff offered. “I’ll be
seeing James is a few minutes and let him know his presence is requested.”
“That would work out just fine, Jeff,” the security guard
agreed. “Thanks. Well I better go see what Brody’s up to, see
you tomorrow.”
Jeff turned and jogged up the steps hoping to catch up with the
other before they were seated. Just as
he hoped the other three were just walking to their table.
They arrived at the dining room in more than enough time and were
pleased to see Mike working. The young man smiled and waved the men
toward an empty table before the host could offer to seat them. The host
looked a little disgruntled about that but being a professional, he turned
toward the next guests who arrived and pointedly seated the newcomers close to
where the four men were sitting. The host gave them a glance and went
back to his station to seat more guests.
The look wasn't wasted on Jeff, who did his best not to crack up.
"Well, I think we offended Craig there. We'll have to
apologize on our way out." He said, the smile still on his face.
"It's hard not to offend Craig,” Mutt joked. "But
yeah, I guess we should apologize, if only to make sure we don't end up with a
table near the kitchen next time."
"Would he really do that?" Bo asked, surprised.
"Yes. The tables near the kitchen are the noisiest and
busiest, so it's hard to hold a conversation for all the noise. Plus you
run the chance of being hit by a door." Jeff said with a grin.
"Why are we sitting at a table for ten?" Bo
inquired.
"James, his partner Heath, and a young man
named Jaxon are joining us, as well as our friends Bill and Stephen.
They should be here soon. In the meantime, check out the menu.
We have a very nice selection," he said just as Mike approached
their table.
"Good evening, gentlemen,” He said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"May I get you something to drink while you look at your menus?
If you like I can go over the specials for tonight."
"I'd like to hear the specials,” Bo said eagerly.
"We have a roast beef dinner with either mashed or baked
potatoes, and a side of mixed vegetables. Shrimp Scampi over herbed linguini,
with a side of rice pilaf. Chicken Marsala over rice pilaf with fresh steamed
whole green beans. Ham slices with pineapple, a side of sweet potato
stacks and fresh spring vegetables. All dinners come with a chef salad
and a bowl of minestrone soup to start. We also have a list of appetizers
on the menu." He said professionally.
"We're waiting for more people, so in the meantime I'd like a
draft beer, please." Mutt replied with a smile. He was pleased
that Mike seemed to be happy in his new job.
"Frozen mudslide for me, please." Said Bo.
"I'll have black coffee." Jeff replied with a look
at Mutt who grinned but otherwise ignored his husband.
"I'd like a Bottle of beer, please." Shorty
replied.
Mike turned to get their drinks as Heath walked in, pushing Jaxon
in his tricked out wheel chair, followed closely by James, Billy and
Stephen. Jeff filled in the latecomers to the specials.
"I think I'd like the ham,” Bo said, licking his lips.
"That sounds great to me too." Heath said.
"Those sweet potato stacks are addictive."
"Scampi for me." Mutt said.
"Scampi for the scamp. That works for me too."
Jeff teased. Mutt just wrinkled up his nose, causing the other men
to laugh.
James and Stephen chose the steak dinner.
Jaxon had a harder time deciding and looked closely at the menu.
"Mmmm, this tortellini in Alfredo sauce sounds fantastic. I
think I'd like to have that. I love garlic bread."
"Oh! You added antipasto to the menu!" Bill
said delightedly. "That's for me."
Mike came back with drinks for the first four men and then, smiling
at the other three men, took their orders. "If you need me for
anything just raise your hand, and I'll be with you as soon as possible."
He assured them before leaving with their orders.
The men spoke quietly among themselves while they waited for their
meals to arrive.
"Do you have any questions about the position?"
James asked the new comer.
"No, James, thank you." Bo replied confidently.
"It's all pretty self-explanatory. And I've done these things
for several years."
"We have your medical from your GP, so you won't need to go
through the usual intake procedure,” Heath said.
"You'll also have two days off a week once you've settled into
a routine. Don't worry about it. I had the thought that you could
train one of the hands to cover for you on those days. The twins are
very reliable, and quick learners."
"Thank you, James."
"Hey, I’ve got a joke for you." Mutt said.
James, and Jeff grimaced. Mutt had the worst jokes they'd
ever heard and he insisted on telling them regardless of what they
said. Heath smiled in anticipation. He really did love bad jokes. The
cornier the better, in his opinion.
"OK, Mutt." Jeff said, steeling himself for the
joke.
"Why did the blanket cross the road?"
"Anyone want to guess?" Mutt asked, slightly put out by
the silence.
"I have no clue,” Jaxon, who had been silent up until this
time, said. The other men shook their heads.
"It wanted to cover some ground." Mutt happily.
"Uhhhhgh, that was bad. I love it." Heath laughed.
"I've got one for you." Jaxon said, laughing.
"Oh, no, Mutt... see what you've started?" Jeff
mock scolded.
"Shoot!" Mutt replied, glad to have a partner in
crime.
"What was Beethoven's favorite fruit?"
Befuddled expressions met that question.
"I have no idea. I'm afraid to find out."
James joked.
"Banananaaaaaaa." Jaxon sang.
"I don't know if I can take much more of this."
James said, wincing.
"What do you call an alligator wearing a vest?" Bo
asked next.
"No clue. What do you call an alligator wearing a
vest?" Jaxon asked, enjoying this game.
"An in-vest-i-gator."
His joke was met with groans from all the men, except Heath, Jaxon
and Mutt.
"Why can't you see a hippopotamus hiding in a tree?"
Mutt asked.
"Because they can't climb?" James guessed.
"No! Because they're so good at it."
"Oh please, have mercy." Jeff half joked.
"Two fish are in a tank. One turns to the other and asks,
‘How do you drive this thing?'“ Bo deadpanned.
"Mutt! See what you started?" James asked,
shaking his head in partial amusement, though he agreed with Jeff.
"What do you call a big pile of kittens?" Bill
asked. When faced with blank stares he replied, “A meowntain."
"Ohhhhh that was so bad it was good." Heath
laughed.
"Why did Mozart sell all of his chickens?" Billy asked.
"Mozart had chickens?" Bo asked, surprised.
"I don't know!" Bill grumbled, "It's just part
of the joke!"
"Oh,” Bo said, slightly embarrassed, “Uh, why did Mozart sell
his chickens?"
"Because when he'd ask them who the best composer was, they'd
say 'Bach, Bach, Bach, Bach!' "
"Enough puns, please gentlemen, I beg of you."
James said, feigning pain.
Mutt, Jaxon, Billy, Bo and Heath grinned at each other.
"I was playing baseball not too long ago." Mutt
said conversationally, “I was wondering why the ball was getting so big, and
then it hit me."
"Did you hear about the new corduroy pillows?"
Jaxon asked, “I hear they're making headlines."
"I'm reading a Book about anti-gravity," Bo said next, “It's
impossible to put down."
"I went shopping the other day, looking for camouflage pants,
but I couldn't find any." Bill said.
"Two fish swam into a wall, the first fish turned to the other
and said 'Dam!' “Jaxon countered.
"OK! OK! I give up!" James said with
his head in his hands. "I'll pay for everyone's meals if you'll just
please stop with the puns. I beg of you."
Mutt smiled and high fived Bo. "Gets him every time.
I can't tell you how many free meals I've gotten here just by driving
James to distraction."
"I thought meals here were free for residents." Bo
said quietly, his face showing his confusion.
"They are,” Heath stage whispered, “But don't let James find
out."
Bo shook his head in disbelief as he laughed, joined by Mutt. Jaxon
and Heath.
"Doctor, I'm surprised at you!" Jeff mock scolded.
"Well, I could take Jake's job and become a bartender,” Heath
said thoughtfully, “Then I could give out shots and not have to worry about my
patients hollering."
Luckily the other men were saved from responding when
their food arrived. Everyone started eating. Conversation was casual and
relaxed. After dinner was over, Stephen and Billy skipped dessert and
said their good nights, eager to begin the first night of their vacation.
After dessert, and the men were finishing up their coffee, the
younger men asked to be excused.
"I know you guys want to talk shop and, I don't know but it
looks like Jaxon and Bo are falling asleep."
"No we’re not." Jaxon replied, confused.
"Yes, you are." Mutt said
pointedly.
"Oh! Yes! Yes. I certainly am
falling asleep." Bo agreed too quickly.
Once he caught on and mentally face palmed himself, Jaxon agreed as
well. "Yeah,” He yawned theatrically, “I'm beat."
James, Shorty, Jeff and Heath weren't fooled for a second but knew
that shop talk would bore the other men. James smiled at the three young
men, then turned his attention back toward Heath. "Well, if they're
so tired, then perhaps they should bring Jaxon back home. They can watch
a movie until the rest of us finish up here."
Shorty smiled, glad that Bo was fitting in so well with the other
young men. "Ayuh, I think that's a great idea."
Mutt looked hopefully at Jeff who smiled. "Stay out of
trouble." Jeff cautioned.
"Why does everyone assume I'm going to get into trouble all
the time?" Mutt asked, batting his eyelashes.
James, Heath and Jeff simply gave Mutt a significant look.
Shorty looked on with a grin.
"OK, no trouble. I mean, how much trouble can we get
into watching a movie, right?"
"The question is how much trouble can you get into between
here and the house?" James teased.
"Can we make sundaes?" Jaxon asked.
Thrown off guard by the sudden change of subject, James told the
three men that they could, indeed, make sundaes.
"In that case, we promise, no trouble." Jaxon
grinned
"Be careful with him in that chair." James
cautioned Mutt.
"I swear he will come to no harm on my watch." Mutt
swore.
Bo smiled, a pun at the tip of his tongue when he caught the look
in Shorty's eyes. He felt a tingle run from his stomach to his groin.
He felt a flush of heat rising from his collar and dropped his gaze, the
pun forgotten, the smile just a little bit bigger than it had been a moment
ago.
Mutt leaned down to give Jeff a hearty hug and kiss, then thanked
James and Heath again before taking the handles of Jaxon's chair.
James and Heath Bought caught a fleeting expression on their Boy's
face. They got up and sandwiched him in a gentle hug before cautioning
him to behave himself.
Jaxon smiled shyly, the happiness evident in his face as he also
agreed, before he, Mutt and Bo waved goodbye and headed toward the main house.
“James, before I forget Harry asked if we could meet with him and
his guy some time tomorrow,” Jeff said to the resort owner as they watched the
boys leave the lodge. “I suggested
breakfast at eight.”
“Hmm, wonder what that’s all about?” James murmured. “I hope we aren’t losing him.”
“He didn’t seem upset.”
“Well, guess we’ll find out tomorrow then. So we can meet here at seven forty-five?” James asked.
He turned to his new partner, “Heath, will you be OK getting Jax up and
moving?”
Heath laughed. “Tomorrow’s
Sunday, he’ll probably still be sleeping when you get back.”
All four men laughed then conversation became more businesslike
between Jeff, James, Heath and Shorty, and they talked over coffee until the
kitchen closed and James invited the men to his house for drinks.
<<<<>>>>
"Hey guys, what do you say we head
down to the lake and watch the sun set before we head to Jaxon's house?"
Mutt suggested.
"It's not my house," Jaxon
said, blushing slightly.
"You live there, it's your
home."
"Until Heath says I'm better,
then... well, I don't know what, but I'm sure they won't want me around."
He said quietly.
Mutt put a hand on Jaxon's shoulder while
Bo looked on, unsure of what he could say or do to help.
"I believe, no, I know, that Heath
and James want you to stay with them. The only way they're going to let
you go is if you say you want to go. Understand?
"I know I've only just met you
all," Bo said hesitantly, “but if it's all right for me to put my two
cents in... I'd say that James and Heath are very fond of you. I believe
that even once you're well, they'll want you to stay. I mean, I've seen
the way they look at you."
Jaxon shrugged. "I guess we'll
see." He said uncertainly. "In the meantime, let's hit the
beach. I really do want to watch the sunset. The last time I was
there I wasn't in any position to see or appreciate the scenery."
"I don't know how much longer the
big guys will be, and I still want that sundae,” Mutt grinned.
"Let's get going. Sun's about to set and I don't want to miss
it."
"We're going to have to hurry."
Bo said thoughtfully as he looked at the horizon.
"Then we better get a move on.
Hang on, Jax!" Mutt shouted as he took the handles of the
wheelchair and pushed hard. The wheelchair picked up speed. Bo ran
behind, laughing. Jaxon put his arms out to his sides and tilted side to
side, making airplane sounds and enjoying the feeling of flying. He felt
freer than he'd done in a long time.
They reached the beach at full speed.
The chair wobbling dangerously as it hit the sand.
"Whoa! WHOA!" Mutt
cried, “Stop doing that, the chair is going to...!"
Before Jaxon knew what was happening, the
chair tipped to the right. Mutt tried to grab the chair handle and ended
up clutching at Jaxon's arm. But he lost
his grip and Jaxon fell.
Instinctively Jaxon reached out with his
right hand to take the impact of the fall. At the last second he drew his
arm to his side and rolled into the fall, taking the brunt of the force of the
fall on his right shoulder, Mutt landed gracelessly on top of him and Bo just
managed to keep himself upright.
As quickly as he could, Mutt rolled off
of Jaxon and knelt next to his friend.
"Jax! Jaxon! Are you all
right? Jax!?" He asked worriedly, running comforting hands
down his friend’s arms.
"W-Win-ded. Kn-knee."
Jaxon grimaced. "Hu-hurts." He wheezed.
Bo acted quickly, kneeling beside his two
friends and checking Jaxon over. "Don't move, Jax. Lie back
and try to catch your breath. Slow, steady breaths. Besides your
knee, where else do you hurt?"
"A-all o-o-v-ver."
"I'm so sorry, Jax! I should
never have gone so fast with you in that chair, especially not once we reached
sand. Oh man, you're never going to want to come to the beach again if
this keeps up." He joked lamely, trying to lighten the mood.
Jaxon smiled weakly and patted Mutt's arm
in a consoling manner.
"Does it hurt to breathe?"
Bo asked, rubbing Jaxon's arm gently.
"No." Jaxon managed to
say without panting for breath. "No... I... I th-think I'm all
r-right, j-just wind-ed, but my kn-knee hurts."
"No wonder." Bo replied,
checking the brace on Jaxon's knee and feeling the exposed parts of his leg for
any further damage. "No broken Bones, but you're going to be stiff
and sore tomorrow."
"We're going to have to tell James
and Heath." Mutt said quietly. "And Jeff. Oh my
God, he's gonna kill me. I'll be lucky if he doesn't kill me.
Actually, by the time he's done with me..." Mutt let the
thought trail off and shuddered.
"Look, let's just get him back to
the house. I can get a better look at him in the light and then we can call
Heath." Bo suggested, giving Mutt an odd look.
"N-no. Don't ca-call Heath.
I'm fi-fine." Jaxon protested. "Jus-just get me to
the h-house. I'm fine."
"We'll have to put ice on that knee
and keep it elevated. And then I really think we should call Heath."
Bo insisted.
"If I feel worse w-we can ca-call,
all right? But I'm o-ok." Jaxon replied, feeling as though a ten
pound medicine ball were being lifted from his chest little by little. He
knew that if they called Heath to check him out that the doctor would ask a lot
of questions that he didn't feel like answering at the moment.
Mutt got up and righted the chair,
pulling it out of the loose sand and onto the grass. He turned toward
Jaxon to help him up, but Bo was already trying.
"Mutt, help me will you?"
Bo asked, “We'll link hands and make a sling so that we can carry him
together and get him into the chair."
Mutt did as he was asked and the two of
them managed to get Jaxon up relatively easily. They placed him in his
chair and walked, at a more sedate pace, toward the main house. It wasn't
until they got home that they realized their clothes were all sandy. They
brushed off as much as they could and brought Jaxon into the house.
"I need to shower and change my
clothes." He said, “I have sand in places that sand was never meant
to be."
"We'll help you," Bo said.
"No, Mutt made me a special shower
chair for the tub. All I need is to get into the bathroom and I can take
care of the rest of it myself. I'll call you when I'm dressed and you can
help me put the brace back on."
“Jax, you aren’t supposed to be putting
any weight on your leg. And now with it hurting how are you going to get
your sweats pants off by yourself?” Mutt asked.
“Mutt’s right, Jax, we need to help you.”
Bo agreed.
“Ok, I guess you’re both right.
Maybe if you get me into the tub and on the chair, um, and pull my sweats off,”
the young man added blushing, “I can do the rest.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Bo said as Mutt
slowly pushed the wheelchair into the bathroom.
Being taller than Mutt, Bo leaned down
over Jax. “Put your arm over my shoulder and I’ll help you stand.”
Jax raised his left arm and did as Bo
instructed. “Mutt, pull the chair out of the way and pull Jax’s sweats and
shorts off.” Once that was done, Bo lowered his new friend carefully onto
the shower chair then removed both of the young man’s braces.
Jax let out the breath he was holding and
looked at Mutt. "Mutt, I have a very important job for you."
Jaxon said seriously.
"What's that?"
"Someone has to make the
sundaes." Jaxon grinned.
Mutt shook his head in amazement and
grinned, “You got it. What would you like?"
"A little bit of everything topped
with strawberry and chocolate syrup, whipped cream and cherries. Oh, and
nuts. Don't forget nuts."
"Don't take long then. That
sounds so good I might just eat it before you can." Bo quipped.
"The sooner you guys leave me to
shower the sooner I'll be out there. If someone could bring me some clean
clothes I'd appreciate it. My bedroom is right next door."
Mutt went into the bedroom, picked up
another pair of dark blue sweat pants as quickly as he could and brought them
into the bathroom and placed them on the toilet seat within easy reach once Jax
was clean. "Take your time and hurry up." He joked. He
reached over to get the hand held shower head. Mutt adjusted the
temperature then handed it to Jax.
Both older men left the bathroom but left
the door open a little so they could hear Jax if he needed help.
Mutt went into the kitchen to begin
making the sundaes.
It was a bit of a struggle but Jax
finally got his shirt off tossing it over to join his other clothes. He
needed to remember to put them in the washing machine. His shoulder was already
turning dark and his arm showed dark finger marks from where Mutt grabbed
him. Jax wondered how he was going to hide these bruises from Heath and
James. He did a quick wash, getting the sand out of his hair as best he could.
He frowned when he heard the sound of the vacuum cleaner running but then
relaxed that the guys were probably sucking up the sand the chair left in the
living room.
Jax dried off the best he could and
pulled on the sweat pants Mutt had found for him. Bo pushed the bathroom
door open when he heard the shower stop. “How you doing, Jax?”
“I’m ok, Bo, just a little sore,” he
answered. Jax still had the towel over his shoulder hiding the bruises
from Bo. He didn’t want Mutt to worry about the bruising so he asked,
“Could you get me the long sleeve sweat shirt on my bed, Bo, I don’t want
to get cold.”
“Sure, no problem.”
The vacuum was still running in the next
room when Bo came back. “What’s Mutt doing, cleaning the whole house?” Jax
chuckled.
“Yeah, we made a big sandy mess out
there,” Bo noticed that Jax wasn’t making a move to put the shirt on and
thought the young man might be shy. “Call me when you’re ready, Jax.” He
said walking back to the living room.
With some effort Jax finally wiggled in
to his shirt just as Mutt was finished with the vacuum. Jax called out to
Bo, “Ok, I’m ready.”
Bo came back in to the bathroom pushing
Jax’s shiny and cleaned wheelchair. He helped Jax back into the chair and
replaced both braces. “Your leg is a bit swollen, Jax. Do you have any ibuprofen? He asked then wheeled Jax out to the living
room where three Sundays were waiting for the men.
“There’s some in the night stand in my
room,” he told Bo.
Bo got two pills and handed them to Jax with a small glass of water to take them with. Jax downed the
pills.
“How’s the leg, Jax? Do you think
you need the ice bag?” Mutt asked.
Jax knew if Heath and James saw the ice
bag they would demand to know what happened. “No, it’s not hurting as bad
now.” Jax lied.
“Mutt could you toss my clothes into the
washing machine?” Jax asked his friend then noticed Mutt’s clothes were
dry. “Hey, I thought you got wet too?”
“Yeah, they were, “Mutt laughed. “I
threw them in the dryer while you were in the shower.”
Bo took another spoonful of his strawberry sundae. "Hey,”
He said, “What did the first strawberry say to the second strawberry?"
"What did the first strawberry say to the second one?"
Mutt asked with a smile on his face.
"If you hadn't been so fresh, we wouldn't be in this
jam!"
"I have a great knock knock joke, but someone is going to have
to start it." Mutt said, taking a spoonful of his chocolate nut
sundae.
"Fine, I'm game." Jaxon said, shaking his head, “Knock,
knock..."
"Who's there?" Mutt asked with a grin.
The silence that followed was deafening until Bo laughed and clapped Mutt on the
shoulder.
"I was thinking of buying a puppy the other day, and went to
the pet store. They had a special going,” Bo said with a smile, “It was
buy one, get one flea."
"Hey! I think I was in that same store, but I was
looking at birds. They were having a contest and there was no perches necessary."
Mutt replied without missing a beat.
"And that is our cue to leave." Jeff laughed from
the doorway.
"Awww, we're having so much fun!" Mutt complained.
"What movie did you watch?" James asked, looking at
the black screen.
"Um, I have no idea, we were talking most of the time."
Jaxon laughed.
"Come on Bo I’ll walk you back to the bunk house." Shorty
said with a smile aimed his new house mate.
"Let me just help clean up and I'm ready to go." Bo said, getting up to take his Bowl
into the kitchen.
James smiled and said, “Don't worry about it, Bo. We'll just put everything in
the dishwasher. Just rinse the bowl and we'll take care of the rest."
"Thank you, James!" Bo said breathlessly, running to the kitchen, rinsing the bowl and
running back to follow Shorty.
"Good night, gentlemen." James smiled.
"Good night, James. Heath. Jeff.
Jaxon." Bo
said, bowing slightly to each man as he said their names.
"Good night, Bo.
See you soon?" Mutt asked.
"Soon." Bo
promised
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