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Part One: Gyles
Gyles Karagianes...his hair is black, and not just your ordinary black...we're talking midnight-under-a-mountain, black! The curls are tighter than Dylans', more controlled, but just as long.
His eyes are the startling blue-green of the Aegean Sea...
Between swimming, cycling, and weights... Oh yeah, the bod 'rocks'!
With his carefully maintained, tanning-booth tan and perfectly straight pearly whites, the look is... just plain devastating!
He takes very good care of the package...
The problem is whats in the package...
Gyles is too much the 'Goat'(he loved it the day he discovered what his name meant).
He loves the idea of that image entirely too much; the always 'hot', always ' ready', proverbial flirt.
If he sees something that looks good to him...
He goes after it...
Never mind who gets hurt, and heaven (or whatever) help anyone who gets in his way..
His motto is 'Mark-em, Make-em,Use-em, and Loose-em!'
He loves the athletic type, and freshmen; first time away from home, getting their first taste of freedom, and 'real' partying are his favorite 'Meat'!
They just can't wait to try all the exotic drinks and 'enhancements' he so casually mentions...
Sometimes he doesn't even bother giving them the choice,( if it's an especially 'dumb' one) just slipping a little something 'extra' into their drink when they aren't looking.
It can be really amazing, what they come up with/what happens when some of them really... cut loose!
His first task is to get them separated from their friends.
Well, they haven't been there long enough to make any have they? Oh yeah there was the American football player...Ooops!
So who knew he was dating the daughter of the coach?
Double oops!
That one had landed him in the hospital...
But he didn't go alone...they'd never try him one on one.
The taekwondo came in handy too.
A couple of visits to his 'favorite' club; member and one guest only, so he told them, set them up nicely for the next step if they were 'good ' little boys..
The club not only served a lot more than rare drinks, they offered all sorts of live entertainment, and offered a variety of types of massages...
So did Gyles...
The ones who thought of themselves as 'rebels', or 'daredevils' were even easier...
Once he got them alone...
And the cuffs on...
He usually owned them... till he got tired of them...
Gyles' father had started taking the boy traveling with him when he(Gyles) was fourteen.
His father felt that it was time for the boys' 'real' education to begin.
Did he know his son was gay?
Sure.
Spiros 'Spike' Karangianes had other sons, and wasn't worried about passing on the family name or business.
He simply saw in Gyles a young man with the same appetite for pleasure that he had.
Spike's Arab partners were some of the most sexually open men,( at least in private) he'd ever met.
It was mostly with them that he'd discovered 'clubs' that catered to a depth of sexual variety(never darkness of course) he'd never imagined existed.
Money, it seemed could buy almost anything!
He sought out these types of places in every city he visited, and in some several...
By the time Gyles was seventeen, he'd taken the boy to all of them.
Did he love his wife and family?
Of course!
But that didn't have any thing to do with ...
Having a little fun.
'All- work- and- no- play, ' you know...
Gyles is now twenty, speaks five languages and has sampled a few different schools, (and students) on more than one continent.
Male athletes are still his favorite...
Were they all gay?
Well, not in the beginning...
By the time he was finished with them, quite a few...just don't know anymore...
Most of his 'rejects' have one thing in common...
Silence.
Most didn't want to talk about it.
They just wanted to get over it and forget.
The sooner the better!
Every now and then he slipped..
Got too close.
Saw it happening, but...
It was like he couldn't stop...
Till it was almost too late...
The first time he saw Dylan was the day he (Dylan) gave up and put up an add for a math tutor.
Dylan was standing at a bulletin board in the student union, trying to pick a place to put his 'Tutor Needed', notice
You know the type, message on top, bottom cut into strips with the phone number on them.
There was some about how straight, yet relaxed he was standing, even with the heavy bag of hockey gear hanging from his shoulder.
Dylan pinned up the note, put his hands in his pockets, shrugged, and just walked away.
Those long legs, and that strawberry-blond hair bouncing lightly on those wide shoulders...
From his collection of American slang, Gyles picked a phrase that expressed exactly what he was feeling: "Gotta get me some a that!"
Chapter 9 Part II
Who Am I?
Couples counseling is usually done on Thursdays at Marcos' church.
He'd never given the why of that much thought, until father 'Mo suggested it might help him and Dylan.
Now, he thinks the reason might be that it helps the couples have better weekends.
Since Dylan was in school and the drive there and back would interfere with his study time, they'd been allowed to do their sessions on Saturday mornings, right after Mass.
This meant Dylan had to go right back to school afterwards to be ready for his games...
Dylan hadn't been too crazy about the arrangement... but he was willing to do anything to get Marco back, so ...
The first few times, he'd gone back alone...
Then, at father 'Mo's suggestion, Marco went with him, but Paige and Spinner came with them.
Father 'Mo said that they should take things slowly; not try to just pretend that nothing had happened.
Try to give each other more space than maybe they did before, and work on their style of communicating.
Oh yeah...and no 'serious' touching for a little while...
He knew Marco wasn't ready to let him that close again yet, so that was really no problem.
He didn't know how long he'd be able to deal with never being alone with him though.
Always having someone else there, hearing everything, seeing his every glance or anything that showed on their faces...
That might drive him a little crazy if it lasted much longer...
He talked to Paige about it, not quite having the nerve to say anything to Marco...
If he mentioned it and Marco said... Well... that it wasn't bothering him...
Dylan really did love Marco, and seeing him again, being able to talk to him again, but not even being allowed to hold his hand or touch his face, much less kiss him...especially when he smiled...
They'd done the 'couples questionnaire'; that had kinda made his stomach turn, but they had already known they were opposites, but they fit together, just seeming to have just what the other needed ...like there was any doubt...
He'd never ...just clicked with anybody like that before.
Paige had suggested they see a movie, but no Zombies, she wasn't crazy about those, and much to her surprise neither did Spinner.
He told her she could pick the movie, but no 'tear-jerker', he didn't think his stomach could handle that!
She and Spinner met them at the church, as usual that Saturday, but when they got to the parking lot, Marco followed him, smiling shyly when he stopped by the passenger side of Dylan's convertible.
Dylan's heart almost stopped, then began to alternately stutter or thud.
The look of dazed wonder on the older boy's face making Marco roll his eyes, but the blush that came with that eye-roll stole any words that might have been forming in Dylan's gear-locked brain.
Marco got in.
Dylan still couldn't think of a thing to say...
He licked his lips, as he sat down and finally closed the door.
Paige, grinning like the Cheshire cat, told him which movie they'd agreed on , and that they'd have to follow
her and Spinner to where it was playing...
She'd had to yell the last part, as Spinner was already pulling away.
Turning back to Marco, Dylan could still only manage to stare ...his eyes glowing with warmth at the thought of having his love all to himself for the entire drive...
Marco chuckled, and turning to look at him through his lashes..."Hey, Michalchuk, you gonna drive...or just sit there tryin to catch flies?"
Oh yeah, that got him a poke in the ribs... and the tickle-fight was on.
The sensations flowing through Dylan's system right then left booze in the dust.
The buzz he got from just being with Marco again...
And now the light touches, and the completely delicious sound of that happy laughter...
He hadn't realized how much he had missed this...
And father 'Mo hadn't given him the slightest clue..
He must've known, Marco would've talked to him about this first.
Father 'Mo...
Dylan still didn't really know what to think of him.
He knew that Marco and this guy had been friends since his young boyfriend had been a little kid.
He really cared about Marco a lot; enough to be dealing with all of this and seeming not to care what anybody thought.
That said a lot.
That, and the fact that he hadn't tried to make Dylan feel like he'd committed a cardinal sin by cheating were just amazing!
He had listened to Dylan's very abbreviated version of his first few months at university; with all the drinking, class skipping, and lack of communication with Marco and his own family.
He let Dylan tell what he felt like telling without any sign of condemnation or...
Anything.
He didn't try to 'guilt' him.
That had been their second session.
The first one was just spent talking about the reason for counseling, and what he hoped to help them accomplish. Things like better communication; a way of discussing things that actually got them somewhere, instead of just arguing and getting angry, fewer arguments.
They would also learn how to express themselves honestly, and thoughtfully, and probably with fewer words. For some reason he smiled and nodded at Marco while he said this last part, though Dylan didn't mind the soft color that tinted the younger boy's cheeks at all...
They talked about the play that Marco was producing and acting in for Drama Class, and whether or not he'd given any thought to what he would study for when it was his turn at university.
With Dylan, he talked about Hockey, and who he t ought he might like to play for. He seemed surprised that Dylan had no thoughts on what he might like to be besides a Hockey player, but said they could discuss this at another time.
Which reminded Dylan that this was more than just a friendly chat.
He almost forgot to give them their questionnaires till they were ready to leave...almost out the door in fact.
When Dylan talked to his father about this later he said that Father 'Mo was trying to diffuse the tension most people(read males) feel about such things.
At their next session, the priest had taken the completed booklets( each one was four pages long) and glancing through them to be sure all the questions had been answered, put them into a folder.
He then got up, taking the folder with him, saying he'd be back in a few minutes.
Dylan turned to Marco, opened his mouth...then closed it again and just smiled at him...staring.
"What?" Marco asked.
"Nothin." Dylan said shaking his head, still smiling.
He(Dylan) got up, turning the straight-back chair he'd chosen round so he could lean his arm on the back of it. He sat there looking from Marco's hair, which was now longer and curling to the new running shoes...smiling.
Marco stared back, seeing a look of speculation seem to flicker across his boyfriends face, but it was gone just as quickly...leaving just the smile.
Marco started to blush a little.
That caused the older boy to glance away for a second. He seemed to be having a problem swallowing...
When he looked back at Marco his lips slowly stretched into a grin.
Marco, deciding he'd had enough of this, reached over and punched the older boy in the arm.
Dylan only grinned harder.
"Stop it!" Marco said through clenched teeth. "What are you staring at?"
Dylan just raised his eyebrows and shrugged like he had no idea what Marco meant.
Marco threw his hands up in a 'whatever' gesture, and turned away.
He looked around the room; seeming to ignore Dylan completely while trying to imagine what this could be about.
Dylan carefully reached over and took a lock of the dark curling hair between his fingers.
'Yep, just as unbelievably soft as ever...' he thought.
Father 'Mo chose that moment to come back into the room.
Dylan snatched his hand back, accidentally pulling Marco's hair.
"Ouch! what!"
Marco grabbed his head, turned towards Dylan, about to punch him again and realized the door had opened all at the same time!
Watching Marco get flustered trying to decide what to do had Dylan too captivated to notice that Father 'Mo was watching him...
This and a lot more would come out when they finally talked one on one...
Dylan thought about all this as he drove over to the church.
He'd called earlier to see if the priest could see him; hoping he wouldn't , so this could be put off a little longer.
No such luck!
There'd been couple of cancellations.
Of course he had time to talk with him about anything he felt he needed help with, how about this afternoon?
Just great...
So, after lunch, he dropped Marco off at the hospital, making him promise to call him when he was ready to leave.
Dylan's mom had called, she'd talked to Marco as well.
Marco had called his own mother after that, hardly able to believe it...
When Dylan got off the phone with his mom, looking over at Marco he found him smiling softly and staring off into the trees...
Dylan trailed his fingertips lightly down his boyfriends cheek.
"Hey, what do you want to do for lunch?" He asked, smiling delightedly.
Marco turned to him; placing a hand on Dylan's cheek he reached over and entwined the fingers of his right hand with those his lovers left.
Looking into the now glowing cerulean-blue eyes, he said " I want to go to The Dot. I want to get burgers and fries...to go...
Then...
I want sit in the park, by the fountain and feed you fries, and kiss you...
In front of the whole world..."
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