Now that we knew where Stockwell was likely to go looking for a blow job (the abandoned warehouse on Green Street), we no longer needed people following him around. And from the few nights of surveillance we had already done, we knew that he wasn't pulling hustlers (or anyone else) off the street and "interrogating" them (at least not at night). So we simply set watches (on Green Street).

Justin had an early class, and Brian had a presentation to give that morning, so I was scheduled to watch Jon. I walked into the loft, but I felt like I had walked straight into the twilight zone. Justin, Brian, and Jon were all sitting at the dining room table. Brian was eating dry wheat toast and cantaloupe; Justin, bacon and eggs, and Jon, cereal (Special K, Fruit and Yogurt; Brian and Justin must have compromised on that one). Brian was reading the front page of the newspaper; Justin, the arts section; and Jon, the comics.

I just kind of stood there for a moment, bemused by this domestic scene. And even more so when Brian looked up from his reading to brush a piece of cantaloupe, which was on the end of his fork, against Justin's lips and declared, "You should eat more fruit. Lately your cum's been tasting…" Jon didn't even look up. But he complained loudly, "That's WAY too much information." Justin giggled and then smiled, his eyes twinkling, and opened his mouth. Brian smiled a little, too (watching Justin sucking and then chewing on the piece of cantaloupe). I think he even growled, though the sound was so low I wasn't sure. Jon pushed the comics away in disgust. "The comics are so lame nowadays! Can't we turn the TV on?"

Brian quickly replied, "Nope."

"But…"

"I'm not watching Transformers again."

"It's Transformers: Armada, and it's cool."

"No fucking way. I get enough of that shit with Mikey."

Justin interjected, "It was kind of cool, Brian. And you seemed to like it last time."

"I was high."

Jon grinned and then suggested, "So let's get high!"

"I have to work, Justin has school, and my pot's off limits to you."

Jon took a bite of his cereal, chewing mournfully, until he glanced back over at Brian and Justin. They were kissing now, Justin sitting sideways in Brian's lap. "Oh, come on! You've already done it twice this morning! How many times can you two get it on in a day?"

They broke apart, Justin looking back at Jon. He was panting a little and flushed. He just smiled, while Brian tilted his head thoughtfully, an amused expression on his face. He appeared to be counting. That's when they noticed me.

Justin waved. "Hey, Em!"

Brian stuffed the last bite of dry toast in his mouth, stood (carefully moving Justin to a standing position), drank his last sip of coffee, and then grabbed his briefcase with one hand and Justin with the other. "Great. You can watch the boy while I uh drive Justin to school."

Jon lamented, "I have to ride in that car, too!"

"It's not a car. It's a jeep."

"Whatever."

Brian made a break for the door, pulling Justin along with him. Justin cried out, "Wait…my bag," but Brian didn't even slow down. I picked it up off of the floor and rushed to hand it to Justin. A second after Justin grabbed it, Brian yanked him out the door and slammed it closed.

I sat down. I helped myself to a piece of bacon from a plate sitting in the center of the table and exclaimed, "What a difference a couple of days makes!"

Jon looked up from his cereal and smiled kind of shyly. "Yeah." After a minute, he added excitedly, "Brian said he's gonna get me a tutor. At least until after the election. Starting tomorrow. What are the chances that he'll be gay and hot?"

I laughed. "Pretty high actually."

Jon grinned. After a few more bites of cereal, he asked, "Does the food you eat really change the way your…uh…stuff tastes?"

I nodded. "Most definitely."

TBC…later today