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Friday, November 6, 2015
TLR Chapter 40
Four days later, on
Tuesday morning, Tristan had finally moved in. Mutt and Adam had been very
chatty and friendly, and they and Torren, who was still stinging from a
spanking that morning and hadn't been in a very sociable mood, had placed
Tristan's things where he wanted them before helping to set up his bed and
inviting him to the restaurant for lunch.
"I have to go
see Mr. Markham and then the doctor." Tristan had said, nervously
looking at his watch.
about noon now, Tristan," Mutt had said with a smile. "They'll
all be at lunch, either at the restaurant or gone home for an hour. Don't
"If it'll make
ye feel more at ease I'll call Jeff and Heath to tell them where ye are."
Adam offered, taking out his cell phone and dialing Jeff's number before
Tristan could object.
Jeff had said, "We can make it a business lunch and get things rolling.
I know that Brendon is eager to have Tristan start as soon as possible.
I'll call James and Heath and we'll meet you at the restaurant."
The two men said their
goodbyes and Adam relayed the information with a smile. "See? So no
worries. Come an' have lunch like a human bein' and relax for a
The other three men
looked very relaxed and even happy, even the one named Torren who had seemed
rather sour at first. He'd grinned at them and accepted their offer.
Brendon was busy in
the bakery kitchen, harried as always this time of the day. He was issuing
orders like a military commander to his helpers. "When is the new guy
gonna get here." He groused as everyone scurried to complete the tasks
that needed to be done.
days," Vic reminded him for the fourth time. "Jeff said he'd need at
least a day to settle in. What is your problem, man?"
Brendon only gave
his assistant a look before turning back to what he had been doing.
James glanced at
Jeff as their new employee entered the lodge restaurant and smiled. He went
over and said, "I'm James Harrington owner of Teardrop Lake Resort.
Welcome Tristan." He held out his hand and Tristan nervously shook it.
Harrington... I mean, James. Thank you. I'm pleased to finally be here."
Tristan replied a little shyly as he released James's hand.
"And I'm Jeff
Markham. Pleased to meet you, finally." Jeff said, also shaking Tristan's
hand in greeting. "Paul recommended you highly and our bakery has
been shorthanded for a while now. I know your boss is eager for you to
start but you need some time to settle in. Don't forget, Mutt and the others
here are happy to help you with anything you need done."
Mutt mock whispered, "We'll help, can't risk them getting their suits
dirty." He said, grinning at Jeff.
Jeff aimed a playful
swat at his husband's backside with the blue accordion folder he'd been
holding, which Mutt dodged, sticking out his tongue as he danced aside.
help but to smile. He'd loved it at the bakery he'd been working at, but here
he knew there would be more need for his talents, and it would pay much better.
So far everyone had been very friendly and he was very much at ease.
Paul, one of the men who had married and moved away from the resort, was
a good friend of his and had called him immediately to tell him of the vacancy.
right in," Paul had said. "TLR is just what you need,
brat." He'd joked. So Tristan had faxed his résumé in the same day.
what I hear, Brendon's been chomping at the bit and driving everyone batty,
asking when you're going to arrive." Torren said with a grin, pulling
Tristan out of his thoughts.
Adam saw the
fleeting expression of concern that crossed Tristan's face and he smiled at the
new man. "Don'tcha worry, now. Ye've got the boss man's permission to
settle in first before you have ta go ta work for the Demon Baker. Ye just
settle in and get comfortable. Plenty a time before then."
"Oh yeah, call
him the Demon Baker. Put our new friend here at ease, why don'tcha?" Mutt
said with mock asperity. "He's not that bad," He continued, turning
his attention back toward Tristan, "But he runs a tight kitchen. Just do
your job and you'll get along fine. Plus things'll settle down more once James
and Jeff here get off their respective rumps and hire another guy."
"The only rump
you need to worry about is yours." Jeff grinned. "So Tristan,"
He continued, looking at the young man, "James and I were just about to
have lunch. If you're willing to make it a business lunch we can get the paperwork
squared away and you can go with Heath to the infirmary afterward."
help the look of surprise on his face at the invitation. He didn't need to say
what he was thinking. Mutt laughed and clapped the new guy on the shoulder.
"Jeff is my husband, so we get special treatment." He joked.
He turned toward
James and asked, "Are Heath and Jax coming too?"
"I called Heath and Jax and they're on their way. I'll call them and
find out when they'll be here."
The phone call
didn't take long and within minutes Heath with Jaxon using his crutches came
through the door and joined the other men at the large table they'd managed to
James gave both
Heath and Jax a kiss and a tight hug. "I'd like you both to meet our new
baker helper, Tristan Kane."
"Hello Tristan and welcome. I hope you'll like it here at TLR. We'll be
looking forward to the goodies you might bake for the bakery."
"How are you at
making strawberry rhubarb pies?" Jaxon asked innocently, which caused the
resort residents to laugh, knowing the boy's addiction to that particular
pecan pies, year round." Mutt suggested.
Chocolate every night." Torren chimed in.
chocolate chip cookies with walnuts." Adam said, his mouth watering just
thinking about them.
James said, smiling. "Give the man a chance to relax and feel
comfortable before you all start ordering things." He laughed.
Lunch was a fun
affair with so many people there, and Tristan found another friend in Jaxon.
Over all he was very happy that he'd made the move to TLR and looked
forward to working there, especially for such wonderful people as James and
Jeff, and to be considered one of the gang so quickly by Mutt and the others.
It seemed as though
the lunch hour went by too quickly, and then Mutt, Adam and Torren said their
goodbyes. "We'll see ye soon." Adam had said, smacking Tristan
lightly on the arm with the back of his hand. "And don't forget
those cookies!" he said in a stage whisper.
"I'll have to
be going as well," James said. "Jax, I'll drop you off at the
bungalow before I go back to work."
After all but Jeff
and Heath had gone, Jeff turned a smile toward the suddenly nervous looking
Tristan. "It's alright, Tristan." He said, "We're just going to
go over the paperwork and the nondisclosure agreement I told you about, and
then Heath here is going to take you to the infirmary for a quick check
encouragingly and sat back while Jeff did a preliminary interview.
"Paul Wilkes recommended you highly, Tristan, he said you understood what
TLR is about?"
sir." Tristan replied shyly.
"It says here
you identify as a Brat?"
Tristan nodded then
shrugged. "I know Paul, and he always called me Brat, so... I
guess... I mean..."
Jeff smiled again
and patted the younger man's hand briefly. "It's alright, there's
nothing wrong with being a Brat. Some of the best people on the resort
are, and you've met several of them today."
Tristan gave another
shy smile. “I really liked them. I've
liked everyone I've met today. You've all made me feel so welcome and at
"I'm glad to
hear that. You are home. After we finish up here, and you and Heath
do your thing, head on back to your bungalow and try to get your things in as
much order as you can. Don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it. I
told Brendon that you can start in two days, after you've had time to settle
Jeff," Tristan replied, signing off the last of the papers, the nervous
expression back on his face for all to see. "I will."
Jeff glanced at
Heath. It was quick but neither man had a problem interpreting it.
"You've been in
a DP before, Tristan?"
"Yes, sir, a
couple. But they weren't... I mean, I'm not sure... I know that the idea
of it is right for me but the men weren't..." Brendon, he thought. Aloud
he said, "They weren't a good fit for me, I guess."
all of our residents to attend as many of the courses that we offer as
possible. You'll learn a lot that you didn't know. What you learn
will help you to find out what is right for you."
"I will sir,
thank you." Tristan said
I think we're done here for the time being. Make sure to call me, James
or Heath if there is anything you need to talk about." Jeff said, leaving
his questions unasked.
sir... Jeff. I'm ready to go now, Heath." Tristan said quietly.
Heath to the infirmary and endured the short exam. It was the
conversation afterward that he wasn't prepared for.
Heath held the
infirmary door open for Tristan. "Come on in Tristan and we can get
started." He led the young man back to one of the exam room.
"Remove your shirt and we can get started."
reluctant to take his shirt off. "Can't you just listen to my
heartbeat and stuff over my shirt?"
stethoscope up to his ears the doctor answered, "I need to be able to hear
your heart and lungs, Tristan. Please remove your shirt." he said
Tristan slowly took
his shirt off, trying to cover the old scars on his wrist and the inside of his
Having read his
patient's file, Heath wasn't surprised to see the scars. He gently
checked Tristan vitals then picked up the damaged arm. "Want
to tell me about this, Tris?" he asked.
Tris shook his head.
"Not really, it was just somethin' stupid."
your doctor now and as such I need to know your full medical history."
Heath stated. "Now, let me rephrase the question. Please
explain these scars?"
hotly. "It was after a bad breakup. I was really depressed.
I... I started cutting." He admitted. "It was a stupid thing to
do. I realized that after I started treatment and I stopped, but it was
hard to stop. And yeah, I did try to kill myself during a low, but I
don't do that anymore. I haven't done that since... that first
"Are you on any
medication and if you are, are you taking them regularly?"
“Hang on, I have a
list of meds, I just have to get them out of my wallet.” The boy answered.
Heath did a quick
scan of the young man's torso confirming that he was telling the truth about
not cutting his self again.
Lexapro... antidepressants and mood stabilizers mostly. That should all
be on my medical history...and...well..." He hesitated as he handed the
card to the doctor. "I almost always take my meds on time.
Sometimes I'm rushing or just forget, but I'm ok going without a day or two.
Oh, and Seroquel to help me sleep."
"It's important that you do take them regularly, Tris."
Heath handed the card back to the boy.
"I don't forget
very often. It's not that big a deal." Tristan replied a little
"Did you take
them this morning?" Heath asked, noticing the tremors in Tristan's hands.
Tristan had the
grace to look embarrassed. "No, I didn't. I was rushing and I
forgot to take them."
understand you forgetting today, Tris. New job and all." Heath
Tris glanced at the
doctor, "I can go take them now."
"How about I
walk you back to your place and you can talk them now?" Heath said.
"And then you can show me where you keep your meds in case there is ever a
time you need help with them."
"All right." He led Heath to his assigned bungalow and into the
bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. "Here's where I keep 'em."
The doctor looked
over the bottles of pills. Most would need refilled soon.
"I'll contact the local pharmacy and get the prescriptions transferred
there. Go ahead and get the pills you missed, Tris."
Tristan gave Heath a
look that was just this side of dirty and began to open his pill bottles,
taking out the recommended dosages and putting them into his hand.
"I'll need a glass to drink them down with." He said a little
"Would it help
you remember to take your meds if we set up a schedule. Maybe I can call
you to remind you to take them." Heath suggested. "We want you
to be happy here."
'I'd be happy if
people would just leave me alone.' Tristan thought. Aloud he said,
"I suppose if I had one of those pill dispensers, I could fill it at the
beginning of every week and take them every day." He didn't want to
admit that he needed help of any sort, though privately he thought that having
Heath check on him or even dispense the meds daily would be helpful.
"That's a great
idea. We use one at our house." Heath agreed smiling. "We
can pick a couple up at the pharmacy.
"Kay then, I
guess that's settled." Tristan said, happy that he was off the hook.
He felt the pills getting soggy in his hand and considered tossing them as soon
as Heath wasn't looking. After all, he felt fine.
"Let’s see how
things go and if you find yourself forgetting I can still set a schedule to
remind you to take them." Heath stood watching Tristan.
slightly. He could feel the anger building in his chest but he didn't
want to let on to Heath that he was right. "Would you get me a glass
so I can take my pills now?" He asked quietly, still thinking of flushing
them as soon as Heath was gone.
chuckled, "Those pills aren't going to do you any good in your hand, young
man. Let's go in the kitchen and find that glass.
unsuccessfully not to blush again at being seen through so easily. He led
Heath into the kitchen and got himself a glass of water. Seeing that
Heath was watching him, he grudgingly took the pills and swallowed them,
showing Heath his empty mouth as he'd done at the hospital.
Tristan." Heath said. "I'm not trying to be a hard ass but as a
doctor I know that keeping to your schedule will insure that you don't
Tristan didn't want
to admit that Heath was right but he didn't want to start off on the wrong foot
with anyone here, especially since his job might depend on it.
"Thanks." He muttered.
The doctor leaned
against the counter. "We like you, Tris and we think once you get
settled you will love TLR."
Tristan felt a
little guilty for thinking the way he'd been, especially since Heath had been
so kind to him. "I already love it here." He replied
softly. "I'm sorry if I was being a jerk." He knew that
as soon as his meds kicked in he'd be on a more even keel, and began to
appreciate Heath's insistence that he take them.
accepted, young man." Heath grinned. “I wouldn't say you were
being a jerk. Just unsure of your surroundings and the people here."
he explained. "It's not all going to fit in place the first
despite himself. "Thanks, doc."
Heath watch this
young man. He had instantly liked him when they first met. Paul had told
him about Tristan's history with Brendon and he hoped they could work something
out. Paul also said Tristan needed a
is better, Tris, looks like the pills are kicking in."
The young man
blushed slightly but smiled at the doctor. "I feel better,
thanks. I don't realize how much they do for me until I haven't taken
them for a couple of days.”
"And yet you
still fight taking them." Heath laughed.
“I guess having
someone remind me wouldn't be such a bad idea." He admitted.
"I can and will
help you in that department. Give me your schedule and I’ll work something out.”
sheepishly. "Thanks again, Doc. I appreciate that."
Heath said hugging Tris's shoulder. "I guess I'll head back to the
infirmary and you can get settled."
happily. It had been a long time since anyone had shown him affection of
any sort, or had been supportive. "Ok. Thanks again.
I'll do better."
"I know you
will." Heath assured him. "You can call me or James and Jeff if
you need help with anything."
Wednesday came all too soon
and found a small group in the lodge just finishing the last meal they would
share together for at least 6 months.
Stephen pushed back from the table and looked around at the circle of friends
surrounding it. He and Billy had spent a little more than a month at the
resort. Granted, with his accident, they hadn’t gotten to do everything
they had planned but because of his fall they did have time to really relax
and reconnect. Coming together for their farewell lunch was almost a
Suddenly James’s cell rang.
“Harrington,” He crisply answered. The other men continued eating
and talking as the resort owner stood and took a few steps for them.
“It sure was great meeting
you, Jaxon,” Stephen said to get the young man’s attention off of his older
Jax blushed. “Yeah,
it was,” He agreed. “I’m gunna miss my therapy session with you Billy.”
The young therapist
laughed. “I think we played more than we worked, but, I did enjoy
it. I’m hoping you are going to continue with the exercises.”
“Oh, he will continue them,
Bill,” Heath interrupted. “James and I will make sure of that.”
“And I’ll help him too,”
“And I’ll make sure of
that,” Jeff laughed as he finished the last bite of his lunch.
James came back to the
table. “Sorry, guys but I have to go over to the office.” He stepped
around the table to shake Stephen’s hand. “Always look forward to your
visits Stephen. Have a safe trip home.” He turned to Billy, “You
take care of your man, Bill, and come back soon.”
“I will, James,” the young
man said standing up and hugging the big man. “Thanks for having us here
“My pleasure, little
one.” James said returning the hug.
“See you two later,” he
said leaning over to kiss first Jax then Heath. He turned and left the
lodge heading back to his office.
“I wish you could stay a couple more days,” Mutt said.
“We do too, Mutt, but we’ve been here longer than we planned, what
with my accident,” Stephen explained, “we need a few days to get back to
normal. And speaking of that, we better get going so we can get there before
“Yeah, Stephen’s letting me drive home and he’s afraid I’ll turn
into a pumpkin or something if I drive in the dark.”
They all laughed and Billy’s husband tussled his hair. “Come on Billy boy, let’s get going.”
“Let us know that you made it home safely, my friend,” Jeff ordered
with a grin as he and Mutt walked their friends to their truck.
Sawyer and Jenson
waited until the doctor came in to let them both know what the blood test
An hour later Sawyer
and Jenson walked out with a pamphlet on ADHD and what kind medicines that will
Heath had suggested
that they make an appointment to see Dr. Davis when we get home as soon as possible.
“Yes Jenson, is
there something you want to say?” Sawyer answered.
“I, ah, I'm sorry
“And?” Sawyer said.
“And that you be
with me and help me deal with my disorder.”
“And?” Sawyer asked
as he raised his left eyebrow and folded his arms.
Jenson thought about
telling Sawyer that he hated doctors.
“I, ah,” Jenson
shrugging is shoulders. “I, um, I don't remember.”
Ok, since you can't
remember, when we get back to our bungalow I want you find a corner and maybe
that thought will come to you.”
As soon as Jenson
was about to protest Sawyer's hand came crashing down with a hard swat to
Jenson’s backside lifting him off the ground.
Arriving at home,
Jenson knew by the look on Sawyer's face he was none to happy.
“Corner and hands on
your head and stand still. I'm going to make our flight reservations for Friday
for home while I cool off then we'll talk.” Sawyer ordered.
Meanwhile in the
corner Jenson was thinking and feeling bad about how the day started as the
tears started to fall.
“Jenson, come and
sit. Jenson, you ready to talk? We need
to talk.” Sawyer asked his brat.
Nodding his head
Jenson answered, “Yes, I'm ready. I’m
“Alright here's what
you’re going to do. When we arrive home you will make an appointment with Dr.
Davis and you'll keep the appointment.”
If I find out you cancelled, I'll make sure you won't be able to sit
when you do go to see the doctor. Is
Jenson started to
fidget and asked the question he dreaded to ask. “Umm, are you going to
“What do you
think?” Sawyer asked while never taking
his eyes off Jenson.
stand the look Sawyer was giving him.
His head bent down looking at his feet and he wished the floor would
open up and swallow him.
Getting up Jenson
moved in front of Sawyer and looked up. With Jenson’s tears returning his hand
went to his zipper.
Sawyer's eyes became
softer and his hand went up to Jenson's and stopped him, and said, “Wise choice
you made,” he said then moved Jenson’s hand away and pilled his zipper the rest
of the way down. Yanking down his jean
shorts and underwear he pulled the younger man over his knee.
“Do you know why
you’re getting a spanking? Sawyer demanded as he rubbed small circles on
Jenson's back as to calm him and to let him know he is loved.
“Good. You want to
“Sorry I gave you a
hard time about going to the doctors and being a smart butt.” Jenson
Jenson. Now I'm going to give you six.”
With that said Sawyer laid the first swat hard enough that Jenson felt it
and his hand went back to protect his behind. Sawyer didn't wait for
Jenson to move his hand and swatted a little harder than the first hitting his hand,
butt until he moved his hand and continued spank until Jenson went limp. That’s
when I knew he's learned his lesson.
He kept rubbing
circles on his back until he was calm enough to lift him up to a sitting
position. Jenson leaned in to Sawyer’s chest wiping tears and snot on his
“Jenson, do you
understand why you got a spanking?”
“Yes sir, I do. I
should be careful and take better care in my health.” He answered.
“Thank you babe,”
Sawyer said giving his tired young man a hug and a kiss on his sweet lips, he
turned him laying a softer swat to his behind.
“Go and wash up we're going to enjoy the last few days we have here on
Jenson didn't have
to say a word it was all in his red eyes when he turned back around and gave
Sawyer a crushing hug and smiled up at him.
“Go on my boy, get
The day before
Tristan was to begin work, there was a knock at his door. He was happy to
see Mutt and let the man in. "Come on in and have a seat." He
said with a smile.
"I'm not sure you're going to want me to hang around, so I'll stand
for now, Ok?"
Did I do something wrong?”
Mutt knew what the
problem was and couldn't avoid the subject any more.
"How well did
you know Paul?"
"I hung around
with him and his fiancé at the local bars. We'd hang out at my place
sometimes." Tristan responded, slightly confused.
"How did you
"He saw my last
boyfriend pushing me around. Being verbally abusive. He and Theo stopped
him, they told him to go take a hike. If it had just been Paul I'm pretty
sure Frank would have slugged him and then me, but since it was the two of them
he backed off. He said to me, 'I'll deal with you later.', and Paul said
that he and Theo were going to go home with me and that if he was still there
he'd call the cops on him. When I got home Frank and all of his things
were gone. He'd trashed the place and taken everything of value, my
stereo, CDs, the TV and DVD player I'd bought. He and Theo helped me
clean up. They helped me track Frank down and were with me in court when
I sued him for the damages and the theft of my stuff."
"So you got to
be pretty good friends with them."
"And Paul told
you about the resort?"
"What he could,
"Did he ever
mention the head baker to you when he told you about the job?"
Tristan, who had
been becoming a little more nervous as the questioning went on, sat down at his
kitchen table, swallowed hard and began to pick at an invisible spot on the
"From what I
understand, you and Brendon knew each other." Mutt pursued the issue.
"I figured from his attitude that whatever happened didn't end well
between the two of you."
"How did you
know? Did he say something?" Tristan asked worriedly.
didn't say a word. It was what he didn't say that caught my
Tristan said, nearing tears.
"You knew who
you were going to be working for. I'm just guessing that if you didn't
want to work with him you wouldn't have put your résumé in."
Tristan looked at
Mutt, searching for some understanding. "Yeah, I knew who I'd be
working for. I thought about not applying but..." he felt his
irritation wearing off, "People change in ten years, you know? I
mean, are you the same person you were ten years ago?"
"No, no I'm
not." Mutt admitted.
"Neither am I.
I just hoped that if I could show that to Brendon... well... I
"That you'd get
back together again?" Mutt asked kindly.
Tristan looked at
Mutt uncertainly. "I don't know. Maybe. Is... is he
seeing anyone? Is he married? I didn't... there was no way for me to know
for sure unless I came here."
Mutt shook his head.
"No, he's not involved or married. I've never seen him in a
serious relationship with anyone."
"See, even if
we don't get back together again... even if he has no interest in me like that
anymore... I'd like to make things up to him, and if all we end up being is
friends, then that's fine with me too... but I needed the chance... to
apologize, if he'll accept it... to explain things, perhaps. But I don't
know how receptive he'll be to anything that comes out of my mouth." He
Mutt finally sat
down across from the distraught young man. "Just take your time.
Don't make any waves, you know? Let him grow to trust you as a coworker,
and then you can work on becoming friends. If anything more than that
happens, great, but you're going to have to go slow at first. Got
tears spilling down his cheeks despite his best efforts. "Do you
believe in second chances? Do you believe that people deserve them?"
He asked sadly.
"I do, to both
questions." Mutt replied quietly. "Just don't try to rush
anything. If you push he'll push you away."
understand." Tristan replied with a watery smile.
"So... are we
cool?" Mutt asked uncertainly. He had to admit to himself that
he'd been more than nosy in this instance but he didn't want Brendon hurt and
couldn't sit by while a relative stranger caused him problems.