Queer as folk

Keep a date with Bobby Palm and his five brothers

Chapter Three: A knight to remember.

How much can you tell about people? At a sight? You'd be attracted by a face, by a stare, by a well shaped body, by a smile. There's so much ways to pass emotions, messages to others. Colours are important, Emmett knew it, and this is why tonight for his date he was wearing tight pants, red like blood, red is a colour appealing to men, it awakes aggressiveness, asks for action and gives a sensation of warmness and black shirt, because it looks cool and classy.

Emmett was staring at the alley his mysterious stranger would take to join him at his table, feeling great anticipations and anxiousness, but excitement and curiosity also. That's the deal with blind dates, you don't know, we say what you don't know won't kill you, well it happens to be wrong to time to time. Give me the man of my dreams; give me the man I desire, anything but a loser who'll end up cleaning toilets in rehab. Emmett was getting really nervous, that's what waiting do, it's not so much the result, it's all about the waiting. And when for the hundredth times you thought about leaving, someone approaches you. A beautiful person, in a black suit that shows is squared manly body and brings out the cutest white smile. Emmett was praying for him to come his way, where could he go anyway, it had to be there, it had to be! And it was…

Emmett would've screamed "yes!" but… he didn't. The man, mid-thirties, brown hair, 1.80m (5.9'), well shaped, brown eyes not a top model but close enough was slowly walking toward Emmett and with what appeared to be the sweetest awkwardness asked if Emmett was Emmett.

"Yes I'm me and I'm really" he watched feet to head the man front of him "really pleased to meet you" he finished inviting the man to sit at the table.

The man smiled and maybe even blushed lightly "me too" he said shyly. Emmett laughed silently and the man felt a little embarrassed "I'm not used to this" he said as proven.

"Well, I would love to be used to this" Emmett said flirting.

After the meal and what had been a delightful moment it was time to go, and even so Emmett really wanted to bring his stranger at his apartment to check out the accessories he preferred to go slow, because even if the waiting part can be in situations something horrible full of expectations it could also be something exciting full of, expectations. Well, after careful consideration our boy decided to skip the part of the waiting to slip at the part of the fucking. After all expectations brought most of the time deception so to avoid deception you have to avoid expectations.

Ah, the night was warm and the sky studded with shining stars, a little walk in the streets with a fresh breeze caressing their faces, perfect vision. Emmett brought his man, Denison called Denis by the way, at Mel and Linds', the two ladies out for the evening gone celebrate the new baby boy they were bearing. Hopefully they would stay out late like Emmett had gently but vigorously asked them.

Emmett opened the door of that suburbs house and led the brown hair man toward the living room. Of course for a single man the picture was odd and Emmett had soon to tell him that this house was his lesbian friends' house, the ones who kept giggling and eavesdropping while they were talking on the phone the other night.

Emmett sat first on the couch then Denis sat on it and didn't really know what to do with himself, so here goes the it's a nice house, at that point Emmett slightly bent over him and brushed his lips on the man's.

"Nice lips" the man whispered. Emmett gently covered the man's body by his own as he cornered him in the bottom of the couch. He went for another kiss a lot less pee shy than the first undoing the buttons of the man's jacket. The man rushed to throw the jacket away, and as the temperature was going up Emmett was going down, he traced a moist line to the man's neck and there kissed the flesh pumping as the blood was running faster, he transported his hand over the fabric touching on its way a nipple erected and engulfed his long fingers under the shirt. The man had his head jerked backward and was just enjoying the ride. As sexy as tight pants could be they were a pain in that kind of situation, as his length was growing pressed against the walls of his pants. And as he began to undo the buttons of the man's shirt he felt the large knee between his legs rubbing against his encaged groin. Emmett sucked on the man's Adam apple and licked his way down the man's now nude chest. He opened the man's pants and gave him one of those blow jobs he had the secret. After some minutes the man at his turn cornered Emmett on the other side of the couch, he kissed him undoing his pants and when all clothing were out of the way, the man gently put his 6,7 inches right up Emmett's welcoming dot.

Emmett was more than happy, as his stud was pitching him strongly into the couch. He was moaning with delectation and so didn't hear the door being opened.

"Oh my God!" here Lindsay, and the one chuckling was Mel. Emmett and Denis watched them blankly having stopped all movements, Lindsay stayed astounded during a second or two and apologizing she took Mel's wrist and led her outside.

"We'll come back later!" she threw before closing the door.

Emmett looked at his etalon checking the expend of the damages and was relieved when the man appeared to be amused.

On the other side of the door it was another story. Mel and Linds were still under the shock of what they had just witnessed. Lindsay had a big smile on her face and her eyes were wide with surprise.

"He's fucking on our couch!" Mel said. Even if Emmett had told them he might get back with his Dom Juan, find them in the middle of action had suddenly enlighten both girls of the situation, they had a bachelor under their roof.

"It's not a big deal" said Lindsay with her compromising spirit.

"We sit our baby on this couch, we take our breakfast on this couch, we cuddle front of a movie on this couch!"

Lindsay squeezed her lips together and stared at Mel clueless.

A couple of days had passed by, and when life was perfect for some it was hell for others. Since Justin was active his girl friend, Daphne, and him had been a little apart, each having different ways and lives, but recently Daphne had been surprised to see Justin more and more at the apartment. Since the episode of the "possy" tension had filled the air but now everything was returning to normal slowly but surely, so Daphne could enjoy herself swimming in the nostalgia of those years gone by.

The truth was, as unflattering as it was that the blond boy was avoiding Brian as much as his loving heart could. Brian had a more intense relation with his cell phone than with his partner these days and since it seemed like his future success was being kept from drowning by a thin thread that was getting thinner and thinner, the man was a little tensed if not cranky to no end.

The diner where Debbie worked was a place where, despite the décor out of the seventies or so, the youth liked to go, well the gay youth for the most part. Michael, Justin, Ted and Mel were sitting on the benches at a table of that diner. Justin was waiting for Brian, which he hadn't seen all morning and had barely talked to the day before. Mel and Michael were talking baby and Ted was listening sipping his coffee. Justin sighed when he saw Brian stepping in but his face twitched when noticing the strict features the older man was wearing.

Brian went to the counter and asked Debbie a coffee before joining the others sitting where there was place, meaning next to Ted, he pushed the other man a little in the process but it was the least of his worries. Justin sighed again and with a constricted expression asked:

"What's the problem again? They painted the wrong colour in the toilets; they forgot the knobs on the doors?"

Brian watched him sternly. Michael greeted Brian and he and Mel turned their attention toward him.

"Oh, I could tell you every single problem but it would take hours" he said grabbing his served coffee.

"It's always the same thing when you use different societies, there's no communication. You should've used one single company to do all the work. You're victim of your own snobbism." Came Ted wise words.

Brian smiled crisped: "Thank you Theodore, I can see that your group therapy is bringing that spiritual side of yours"

"So what's the problem this time?" Justin threw interrupting the little eye contact between the two men.


The little blond was a small spot in the large empty streets of Liberty Avenue. He was wearing tight black denim pants with an orange chibi cat sewed on the butt, he wasn't wearing any jacket. In the warm breeze of spring the long sleeves shirt he wore was necessary, it was a yellow long sleeves shirt under a blue short sleeve shirt, the dark blue bringing out the bright yellow as the black tight pants brought out the cute orange on his bubble butt. He was watching a piece of paper in his hand through his sunglasses, metal bland and golden large goggles hiding his cold metallic blue eyes from the sun.

The man he had met at the station gave him the paper, on he had written, front the address where Jamie was likely to find who he was looking for and on the back the guy had written his phone number. Jamie never thought of himself as obvious but after being hit on by a guy who probably had the age of his father, well maybe not but he had the physical anyway, made him wonder. It was probably the clothes, or that attitude he had, like the whole world owed him something.

Took him sometimes to find the place, after asking to each person he was crossing in the streets, getting with the information some smiles and eye checking, he finally arrived at that diner. He pushed the door and scanned the room. Tables, a counter, some people here and there. He walked to the counter and threw a 'hi' toward the back of the person behind it. A large woman turned around, she was dressed colourfully, with a green large shirt saying 'keep a date with Bobby Palm and his five brothers' and red tight pants. When she saw Jamie she sent a flashy frank smile.

"Hi Sweetie, what can I do for you? Do you want to order something?"

Jamie glared at her and took off his sunglasses revealing his transcendent look.

"No, I'm searching for someone actually, I was told he might be known here"

Debbie smiled at him sweetened by the boyish voice. How many times had she heard that same sentence, too many to count.

"Aren't we all" she retorted like she had before "and who would that be?"

He took a breath as his face reminded of one of a boy going to recite a lesson he was proud to know by heart.

"Brian Kinney" he said all smile out. Debbie rolled her eyes and her face took the shape of annoyance. "Do you know him?" the boy asked irritated by her silence. Debbie would've been bothered if not angry with that haughty tone if it weren't for those big round eyes oozing innocence like those of small children.

"I know him well, my son he's his best friend" she said returning to smile mode.

Jamie watched around and threw a nasty: "Yeah, we'll see" between his teeth. As much as Debbie never wanted to face and comprehend why Brian Kinney, the man as cold as a dead body, was so much appreciated and desired if not loved by all those youngsters she always found cute the way they had to chase him around like little kids would run after the ice cream truck, but as for an ice cream truck, you can have only what you can afford.

"So where is he, like right now?" he asked showing impatience.

"I don't know. Michael might though"

The blond sighed as if his being here was a waste of his precious time and a lost of his splendid presence: "and where can I find that Michael?"

"Well that Michael owns the comic store on…"

"Yeah yeah, I passed front of it when coming here. This city is small but it's really hard to find your way, especially when people are so stupid and can't tell you the right way already" he sighed again but it sounded differently than the other time, even though it was the same affected shades, seemed like this boy had made of this a kind of art and knew a thousand ways to breathe out his displeasure. "So I guess I'll go check on that Michael"

He put his glasses back on and turned away with a little ungrateful "thank you" before leaving. Debbie shook her head watching him quit the room; some people were just spectacle all by themselves.

A comic store wasn't on his 'places to go' list, to him comics were associated with geeks, dorks and stupid jocks who just couldn't read books. Not that Jamie didn't like images or cartoon but if it wasn't porn it just wasn't worth it and still less one was to read porn for the more one could have the real thing. So it was quite understandable that when he pushed the store's front door he felt like a superjacent visiting those unworthy of second class.

He wasn't surprised when he saw the man he guessed being Michael. A little guy, nearly his size, with, for his taste, not an ounce of charisma, the average guy you wouldn't look twice in the streets, well Jamie wouldn't have even noticed him if he had crossed him in the streets. The man was arranging some display and filling them with comics wearing ridiculous covers of man flying with flashy tights and stupid villains terrorizing mortals with their masks and their absurd oversized musculature. Well, those set of muscles seemed ridiculous to Jamie, though he had seen lots of guys shaped that way after staying hours working out front of a mirror but those men weren't so much his type as he couldn't stand a guy who would rather watch himself during hours instead of watching the greatness that was please Jamie himself. So, all those big bodies seemed ludicrously erroneous when that hell of a guy walked in from a back room carrying boxes. He was shirtless and moist with sweat letting his hard muscles shine in the sunlight coming from the windows in shades of yellow. Jamie found his face extremely comforting and kind making a controversy between the sweetness of his features and the sharpness of his body, Jamie loved that kind and his eyes grew wide when he saw that dreamland man kissing the short no one.

Jamie wasn't into 'love', like we love each other for what's inside blah blah blah… so he put the irrationality of them being together on the back of stupidity and delusion. He sighed again and walked toward the two men. They just kept kissing not noticing the blond boy behind them who cleared his throat disdainfully. Michael and Ben broke apart slightly embarrassed but not enough if you asked Jamie.

"Oh sorry didn't see you there" Michael said apologetic. Jamie eyed him feet to head but with his glasses on Michael just saw it as a nod.

"Wonder how that could happen" the boy said indignant.

Michael put on his commercial smile and asked: "What can I do for you? Are you searching for something precise? We just got a new Outsiders"

Jamie smiled wryly: "No" he answered in a matter of fact "The big lady from the diner, your mother I presume, sent me here. She said you'd know where I can find Brian"

"Where do you wanna know where Brian is? I'll call him and tell him where he can reach you" Michael said suspicious. After Justin, Michael had learned how not to give out too much, we don't want another crazy stalker… Well not that he thought Justin as a crazy stalker even though he was, in the beginning, anyway that kid looked like a pain in the ass, the kind you could bear one night but not any others.

"No no no" he said threateningly "I don't want him to know" he continued still with a dark voice, then his smile shined suddenly digging two little dimples in his cheeks "I want it to be a surprise!" he burst happily.

Michael softened and began to think that maybe he should just give the boy the info and get rid of him as curious as he was to know how he knew Brian; well he could ask his friend later.

"See, it's been sometimes I haven't seen him and I think he'll be really happy to see me." He continued eagerly. He took of his glasses and talking to himself said "let's face it who wouldn't be" he laughed silently and re-fixed his glaze on Michael.

Ben was torn between an irresistible envy to smile with a mesmerized face. When Michael threw him a puzzled look he just gesture for him to just give the address to the boy. A sadistic curiosity took Ben and he was really disappointed knowing he wouldn't be there when the boy would make his big surprise. Michael went to the counter and wrote the address on a paper. He watched Jamie go away all happy to know about Brian new business and new office, saying things like 'he's so brilliant!' and 'I was sure he would be on his own one day!'. Michael had rolled his eyes praying for Justin to be there when the other blond was to step on his territory.