Welcome to the 4th installment of the Gay Host Chronicles, this chapter was made partly because I had already been planning to write it and partly because a lovely reviewer requested it. This story is dedicated to you.
I would also like to point out that this story takes place two years in the past and Total Drama Island has not happened yet. Also remember I know nothing about Canada or air travel.
Disclaimer: I own Scott and I think that's better than owning TDI.
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"And how old are my sisters again?" a blond man asked, quizzing the man across from him as they sat on a plane traveling from Alberta to Quebec.
The blond studied the sky out the small window, waiting for his partner's answer and frowned when the wait extended longer than it should have. He looked over at his lover and rolled his eyes.
"Chris!"
I looked up from the mirror in my hand, focusing my eyes on my boyfriend and raised an eyebrow.
"What Scotty?"
"I was asking you questions about my family, pay attention. And don't call me Scotty," I smirked, remembering full well the last time I had tried calling him Scotty, a cockroach in my cereal was enough of a warning.
"Alright, but why do I have to know all these things about your family?" I asked, not really caring, I knew their names…sortof, wasn't that enough?
Scott smirked sexily, damn him.
"Punishment for the rude awakening."
I chuckled, thoughts going back to this morning.
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I smirked as I pulled a bullhorn out of my bag, my newest toy, I couldn't wait to test out on people, especially looking forward to the day when I could hopefully use it on innocent teenagers. But for now, the first contestant would have to be my boyfriend and owner of the apartment I currently stood in.
I looked around the cramped space, we got together in December, and it was August, 8 months we'd been dating then? Maybe I should ask him to move in with me soon, his place was crap and I had just gotten a brand new luxurious loft courtesy of my high-paying producers.
I grinned and focused on my mission, turning on the horn and striding over to the bed which had a tuft of blond hair sticking out from under the comforter. I jumped onto the bed, straddling its occupant and yelling into the bullhorn.
"Good Morning Scott!"
Instantly my lover jumped a foot in the air or would have if I wasn't sitting on him and stared at me in disbelief with wide angry eyes.
"Can you ever wake me up normally?" he asked, raising a hand that was shaking from shock. I smirked.
"Can you ever not put cayenne pepper in my coffee?" Scott blinked.
"Point taken," the blond said and leaned forward to give me a peck on the lips.
I moved off of him and perched on the side of the bed while he rubbed his sleep-filled eyes, smirking as he took in the sight of me wearing his boxers although he stole my boxers and my shirt! So it was only fair to return the favor. Scott's smirk deepened.
"I like your hair like this; I hear the bird's nest look is very in right now." I scowled, wanting to sprint to the bathroom to perfect the do.
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I ran my fingers through my hair subconsciously, but no worries, it was flawless as usual.
"So because I woke you up on time this morning, I suddenly get to be a game show contestant?" I asked, not liking the thought of roles being reversed, I was the host; I was in charge of torture thank you!
"Yes," Scott simply nodded, "Now what are my sister's names and ages?"
I leaned back in my seat and looked out the plane window, wondering how soon we would reach our destination. My brow scrunched in concentration, his parents and sisters names had something to do with the alphabet and monosyllables…oh right!
"Paul, Quinn, Ruth, Scott, Tess," I listed happily, getting a smile from Scott.
"And their ages?" I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose, Scott was the middle child and he was 22. That meant his sisters…
"Ruth is 28 and Tess is 19?" I guessed and Scott giggled, clapping as he grinned.
"That's right!" God, he was so cute. I leaned over, pushing some of his hair behind his ear as I kissed him.
"Quizzing can wait," Scott whispered before deepening the kiss, moving across the space between our seats so he could straddle my lap. Hell yeah.
My arms wrapped around his waist while his encircled my neck loosely, his tongue lightly playing with mine. One hand started moving to cup his almost perfect ass (second only to mine of course) when a crackly voice broke over our heads.
"We are now approaching Quebec City Airport, please get ready for landing."
I tried to continue the kiss but Scott broke away and went back to his seat, sending me a heated glance that told me the session we had started would continue later. The thought made my pout disappear and I buckled my seat belt, preparing for our landing and for meeting Scott's family.
Not to sound cliché, but this was actually my first time going to meet the parents. In the past I didn't have relationships, I had flings, unimportant little affairs with faceless people I couldn't even begin to remember the names of but then the cliché happened. I met Scott, time stopped, new feelings were felt, blah blah blah and eight months later, here we were, Scott seeing his family for the first time since February and me, like his little dog on a leash, following him wherever he asked.
A role I for once didn't mind filling, with his looks that rivaled mine, who wouldn't follow Scott like a whipped puppy?
I shook my head as I noticed people moving around me to get off the plane, I followed their example and stood, grabbing my overhead bag and looked back to see Scott doing the same.
He smiled and grabbed my hand, following the other passengers out into the crowded airport.
I smiled as I let Scott lead me through me the throng towards the baggage carousel, his grip on my hand tightening, crowds always freaked him out. I squeezed back and let my gaze travel up and down my lover's body, taking in the purple cargo capris that hugged his legs and ass in all the right places and the black t-shirt with pink arm warmers.
I wonder if he'll ever grow out of wearing bright and childish clothing. I hope not, cuz he looks fabulous in them…
I'd opted for simple jeans and a blue button up shirt, wanting to impress the parents but not be trying too hard.
"Do you see our bag?" Scott bit his bottom lip as he stared at the seemingly never-ending line of luggage on the conveyer belt. I looked at the bags passing us and smirked, pointing.
"You tied a green ribbon to ours remember?" Scott smiled and reached out to grab the suitcase that did, in fact have a green ribbon tied to the handle.
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"So, your dad is picking us up out front or are we taking a taxi?" I asked as we got through security and were heading through the packs of excited families and lost looking tourists, to the outside world.
"Unfortunately for you," Scott smirked and I almost had the urge to gulp, that was not a smirk that promised good things but very very evil things, "My dad is picking us up."
I barely had time to wonder how his dad meeting us could be a bad thing when I was pulled outside and Scott waved to a green jeep that was just pulling up to the curb.
An older, way less hot version of Scott got out of the jeep and made his way around the vehicle to us. He ran one hand through his thinning blondish-gray hair and held out the other hand to me which I shook cautiously since Scott was still smirking next to me.
"Hi, Paul Bennet, nice to finally meet you Chris MacLean, how was your trip? What's the weather like in Alberta? You can call me Paul, no Mr. Bennet stuff, I hear you're a TV host, we'll have to chat about that later, I'm very interested in television."
I blinked, waiting for more but the wind tunnel seemed to be done and I cracked a smile.
"Nice to meet you too dude, glad we could be here," I said, suddenly wishing we were back at my place in Alberta, preferably in bed.
Did Scott really come from the same gene pool as this man in a Hawaiian shirt and tan slacks?
"Here, let me get those bags in the trunk," Paul shook his head and hefted all three of our bags into his arms; I hope he didn't damage any of my hair gel or mirrors…
Scott chuckled at my shell-shocked look and pulled me into the back seat of the jeep.
"He gets excited easily but once he calms down, he's like any other dad," Scott reassured me and kissed my cheek as his dad got in the driver's seat and looked back at us with a smile before starting the car and driving out of the airport.
"So Chris, have you ever been to Quebec before?" Paul's endless list of questions started as we left the airport behind and began our hour-long drive to the small town outside Quebec City where Scott grew up.
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Scott was right though, after the first half hour, Paul settled down and saved the rest of his questions about producers and celebrities for later. I think I liked this quiet side of Paul; it gave me time to notice that his eyes were blue unlike Scott's which were a honey brown and that a dragon tattoo was just visible over the collar of that flamboyant flower-printed shirt. Paul had a tat? Interesting, I'd have to convince Scotty to get one soon but you'd never see me inking something into my skin for all eternity, no way José.
Scott cuddled against my side, whispering to me that we were close to his neighborhood and I met Paul's gaze in the rear view mirror, but he looked away before I could tell if the gaze was threatening or agreeable, I hoped for the latter.
I cuddled back against Scott, whispering back into his ear my will, since I had a feeling I might not make it through this trip. He giggled and pointed out landmarks like his old high school as we drew closer and closer to the Bennet household.
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It was normal looking, white with blue shutters, two stories and roses lining the front walk. I think Scott sensed my surprise because he smirked.
"What did you expect; it to be painted like a rainbow with my sisters jumping around a bonfire chanting evil voodoo spells?" I had to smile, I had expected a weird paintjob but the sisters and voodoo was a little over the top.
"Don't worry Chris, my sisters' only practice voodoo in their rooms, never in public," and with that my apparently crazy lover jumped out of the jeep to help his dad with the bags.
I laughed and stepped out of the car, grabbing my backpack and looking back up at the house, I saw movement in an upstairs window but who or whatever it was, was gone when I looked closer.
"Ready Christopher?" Scott grabbed my hand and looked at me with a grin, "You'll love my mom's cooking, she's making all my favorites!"
"Of course, not everyday our son turns twenty-two," Paul said, leading up the walk to the front door. Did I forget to mention it was Scott's birthday? Which gave Scott the perfect excuse to drag me to meet his family, I wondered yet again whether I would regret this but Scott gave me a shy smile and I forgot my nerves, taking a deep breath and trailed after my lover into the house.
The entryway was wide and open, blue walls with wood floors, a staircase to the left which led to the upstairs where I could just see a door, open a crack. To the right, was the living room, bright and airy with comfortable looking furniture and pearly white carpet. At the end of the hall was the kitchen, out of which a tall, wiry woman came. She had wavy brown hair and brown eyes the same shade as Scott's. She was wearing jeans and a yellow shirt, apparently the Bennet's were not a formal wear family…
"Bout time you got here, I had the chicken ready too early and I was worried it would be cold," she said to no one in particular and then seemed to notice her son and his boyfriend i.e. me, standing in the doorway waiting. She grinned.
"Scotty!" she rushed forward to give Scott a hug and Scott's grin was identical to hers.
"How come she can call you Scotty?" I asked, crossing my arms as they broke their hug fest, Scott stuck out his tongue at me and the woman's grin grew.
"Because I'm his mother that's why," she chuckled and held out a hand which instead of shaking, I bent low to kiss it.
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Bennet," Quinn blushed.
"I remember you mentioning he was a charming slime ball Scotty," Quinn smirked and turned to walk back to the kitchen. I looked at Scott with my jaw on the floor.
"Slime ball?!"
"A very sexy charming slime ball," Scott giggled and jumped up to kiss my cheek but it didn't alleviate my pout.
Scott winked at me and grabbed our bags, heading for the stairs but didn't get very far before another Bennet woman made an appearance.
She was a brunette like her mother, her hair in a long braid down her back. She was wearing a flowy purple top and a green paisley ankle-length skirt with a slit up the side to her thigh, showing off purple tights and ballerina flats.
Blue eyes blinked at us as she descended the stairs, she had a very graceful air about her.
"Hi Ruth!" Scott smiled and picked up his older sister as she reached the bottom stair, pulling her into a tight hug.
"Hey bro," she said, her voice featherlike and husky. Scott broke the embrace and pushed his sister lightly in my direction.
"Chris, this is Ruth, she lives in Quebec City and is a real estate agent," I shook Ruth's hand and decided it would be best to hold back my gypsy comment.
"I've heard a lot about you Chris," Ruth smiled and it was hard to think that she was four years my senior, she didn't look twenty-eight, although maybe it was the purple eye shadow and plum lipstick that made her look so young.
"I'll just take your bags to your room," Paul interrupted and took the bags at Scott's feet into his arms and was up the stairs in a flash.
"What does your dad do again?" I asked in confusion, Ruth giving me a smirk before she joined her mother in the kitchen, I did not like being me at this moment.
"He's the football coach at my old school," Scott smiled, stepping over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my shirt.
"How about we go see what my mom's making in the kitchen," I started to smile in return when a shriek erupted upstairs. Scott started giggling, letting go of me and I watched in awe as a petite blond came pelting towards the stairs, almost tripping but catching herself and sliding down the banister into Scott's waiting arms.
She looked like a female version of Scott, her blond hair in playful pigtails on top of her head, a tight red tank top and jean shorts were her wardrobe.
I smiled at the sight of the siblings, bouncing up and down and squealing.
"I think I'd be jealous if you didn't look so much alike," I said and the girl suddenly pushed Scott away, sending him against a wall as she leaped at me and hugged me tight.
"Hi! I'm Tess! It's so great to finally meet you!"
My feet moved to brace her attack and I was happy that I didn't topple over. She was strong, maybe it ran in the family?
"Hi, I'm Chris," I choked out as the girl's snake-like hold on me tightened.
"I know! I can't believe Scott is dating you! I've seen all the shows you've been on and then find out you're gay and with my own bro? So disappointing!"
She finally let go of me and stepped back with a grin and I felt myself grinning back.
"Heh, sorry, your brother was just too interesting to overlook, glad to meet a fan though," I noticed Scott rolling his eyes but decided to ignore him. Tess giggled.
"Well, I'm glad you're finally here," she gave one last bright smile before flouncing off into the kitchen where I instantly heard Tess get reprimanded for touching something she shouldn't.
"And that's the Bennet clan," Scott said with a smile, putting an arm around my waist, I smirked.
"I never would have guessed you were the normal one," Scott giggled.
"Oh please, I'm not normal, my mom is the most normal of all of us, you call being gay and feminine normal?" he kissed my cheek and tugged me towards the kitchen.
"By my standards, yeah," I said, giving his lips a quick peck before we were engulfed by the sweet smells of food.
"Ah! You made cornbread and pumpkin cookies?!" Scott squealed, letting go of me and leaving me in the dust as he raced to the counter where a delicious array of food was set up.
"Of course, anything for my boy on his birthday," Quinn smiled and Scott grinned, reaching out for a cookie when his hand was smacked by a spoon.
"Save room for the meal," Quinn's smile was gone, replaced by a mom glare, was there a class that every mom got that taught them that look?
"She got me too," Tess piped up from where she was perched on the island, holding up a red hand as proof. Scott chuckled and walked over to her; kissing her hand and putting his arm around her, making her giggle and cuddle against him. I smirked.
"As the birthday boy, shouldn't he get a cookie if he wants one?" I joked; leaning against the counter by Scott, Scott gave me a smile.
"Not right before supper," Quinn shot a glare at me over her shoulder before going back to stirring something in a big pot. I paled, scary woman.
"Mom," Scott said with a slight edge to his voice which made me think he had probably called his mom earlier to ask her to be nice to his boyfriend.
Yeah, I really didn't like being me right now…
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Okay, I know it's bad to stop right in the middle of the story but I think I'm gonna make this a two-parter because this is what I've written since Christmas and haven't touched it since late April. I'll update as soon as I get more inspiration for it but thought that I'd let you enjoy this tidbit because I've kept you waiting so long.
Please tell me how you like the Bennet's and give me ideas for the ensuing dinner between them and Chris.
Happy Reading and see you soon my lovelies,
Whirl