Thank you so much for reviewing my story, Mistress of Mordor, horselover95831, and DarkKrystal! I do think that at least one of you (maybe horselover?) gets what this story is about at another level, and if not, email me and I'll tell you what the 'level' is. Thanks guys, and review again! I have two new chapters for you to review! ;)
Later on in the afternoon, Frenkie sat in the living room taking a few drags from a cigarette and cuddling with his favorite cat, Samson, when Jim entered.
"Well, hello there, dear," the singer said. Jim smiled, and took a seat next to Frenkie, noting his return to the bad habit.
"What happened earlier between us, Frenkie, did that mean anything to you?" Jim blurted out; he hoped that Frenkie felt the same way for him as he felt for the singer.
"Pardon?" He turned to Jim, and then glanced at his cigarette, immediately extinguishing it with a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, it's a bad habit, a horrid habit, of mine. I'm what you could call a chain smok—"
"Oh, that's not what I was referring to," Jim said, laughing and lightly smacking Frenkie across the back. "I was referring to—last night."
"What was the question again? I'm sorry, I've been awfully absent-minded lately."
"Did it m—well, did the experience mean anything to you?" Jim stuttered.
"They always mean something to me, dear," he said, winking at the man. "I'm not quite sure what you are getting at."
Jim ignored the lack of what he'd consider a suitable response. Frenkie was obviously avoiding the question, but that was alright at the moment. He knew his own feelings on the experience, and that was all that mattered right now.
"Well—what I wanted to say—I don't know how you are going to feel about this—but I'll go ahead and—"
"Spit it out, boy," Frenkie said, grinning playfully.
"Can I—can I stay here, and work for you? I'm a barber by trade, and a decent cook, and I just wa—"
"Oh dear, aren't you mercurial…. Aren't you engaged, dearie?"
"Yes, but… I'm going to cancel that…. I mean, how could I even think of being engaged any more," he murmured, laughing nervously.
"Was last night your first time with a man?" he asked the mustached man.
"Well, yes, but—"
"That's always the case the first time around. You think you've found the love of your life, but then you become jaded and cynical and thirsting and wanting more and more and never feeling satiated—"
"No, I re—I real—I really think I am. I want to be by your side."
Without warning, Frenkie leaned over and kissed Jim firmly, quickly advancing to his tongue being inserted in Jim's mouth, and eventually to the men removing each other's shirts in a lusty fury.
It was then that Jim noticed a large purple bruise across Frenkie's back, seemingly in the same spot he had made light contact with it earlier. Surrounding it were little violet flecks of various shapes and sizes. What had he done?
"Frenkie," he happened to say between kisses, "there's a rather large bruise on your back, I think where I touched you before."
"Oh, it's probably from something else. It's not your fault." He clutched Jim's hand in his own. "Shall we retire to the bedroom?"
"Sounds fine, but we better put our shirts back on; someone might see us."
"Nonsense. I have a private elevator that goes directly to my bedroom."
Jim was puzzled. Frenkie was a young enough man, probably in his mid forties, and he needed a personal elevator?
"May I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead," Frenkie said, picking up both shirts from the floor.
"Why do you have a personal elevator? You're so young and strong; it seems like a waste that you should have an elevator…."
"To tell you the truth, dear Jim," he said. "Lately I find that I can't get my legs moving without help. It's the strangest bloody thing, a true mystery. You can imagine it would truly be a fiasco if I would have to descend that staircase every day. I had the elevator installed a month or so ago."
After Frenkie proceeded to lift a book on a nearby bookshelf to activate a revolving wall, the cagelike elevator was revealed in all its hidden glory. Whispering excitedly to themselves, the men ascended the elevator and proceeded to the bedroom, where Jim experienced a physical relationship with Frenkie for the second time.
I'm sorry this chapter was so short, but I am going to submit two chapters at one time to attempt to make it better for you, the reader. Again, please review, but no reading into this story in your review! Please review! I'm becoming discouraged and don't have the drive to finish the final one or two chapters of my story! Don't worry, though; there's still a few more to go until then. And did I mention, please review! Thanks again to the trio who reviewed! --Crystal