Saviours and Lovers – Chapter 4
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"I'll cook us some dinner, if you like," Brett said as he surveyed the old range in the farmhouse kitchen.
"You're not here to skivvy for us lot!" Bryn answered, "This is your mini-break too, you know!"
"Oooh, get you, 'mini-break' now, is it; how gay!" Mason teased his older brother.
"Shut up!" Bryn playfully punched Mason's arm.
"Ow!" Mason made out that he was in agony!
"Come on you two!" Jackson was grinning broadly at the brothers, "Why don't we head down to that small hotel in the village? Your parents said they do nice food there!"
The six of them managed to fit into Brett's Range Rover and they headed down to the local village. They piled into the hotel restaurant and were greeted by a middle-aged man at the entrance, "Good evening gentlemen, do you have a reservation?" he said, smiling.
Bryn took charge, "No...but do you have a table for six?"
The man caught sight of Brett, who always 'stood out' on account of his red hair!
"It's Mr Frost, isn't it? Off the TV?"
"That's right!" Brett was getting used to being recognised.
The man smiled even more broadly, especially when he clapped eyes on Jackson, "...and Mr Livesy-Walsh too! Why, of course we have a table, we'd be honoured to have such distinguished guests! Please, this way, gentlemen!"
The lads were directed to a table near the window. When they were all seated, the man spoke again, "I'm Emlyn Jones, the proprietor of this establishment; can I get you anything to drink?"
The six lads ordered their drinks and Emlyn went to the bar where a pretty, dark-haired girl was serving. He returned with a tray of drinks and began handing them around, "I hope you don't mind, Mr Frost; Mr Livesy-Walsh, but my daughter Blodwyn would like your autographs!" He pointed at the barmaid, who smiled at them.
"Sure, no problem!" Brett replied.
"I'd be delighted!" Jackson beamed.
Just then, a tall, dark-haired waiter appeared from the kitchen. He was smartly-dressed and had a slim, athletic build and handsome features; a square jaw with a hint of neat stubble.
"Ah!" Emlyn announced the young man's arrival, "This is my son, Rhodri. You know Mr Frost and Mr Livesy-Walsh, from the TV, don't you Rhodri?"
"Yes, of course!" Rhodri smiled, he had a lovely set of perfect white teeth, "I'll be serving you gentlemen this evening, if I can get you anything, you just let me know!" Rhodri looked at Mitch as he was speaking and Mitch was sure that Rhodri winked at him!
"Thanks Rhodri!" Bryn answered, as Emlyn excused himself to greet some other diners who had just arrived.
"Please, call me Rhod!" the young man said, "My dad is the only one who uses my full first name!"
"OK Rhod! We'll have a look at the menu and order when we've decided. Do you have any recommendations?" Bryn asked.
"The Welsh lamb is very nice; really succulent and tender!" Rhod said with a twinkle in his dark brown eyes, Mitch was certain that Rhod was looking at him again and thought that he might be a bit of a flirt!
The lads all decided to order the lamb and found it mouth watering. When they had finished, Brett called Rhod over to the table, "That was delicious; my compliments to the chef!"
"Thank you, Mr Frost, Nigel, our chef, will be thrilled to get praise from you!"
"Call me Brett, please, why don't you bring your chef out here for a minute so we can thank him personally?"
"OK...er, Brett!" Rhod giggled, "He'd be pleased to meet you!"
Rhod disappeared into the kitchen again and then reappeared with Nigel, the chef. It struck Aaron how much Nigel reminded him of Marlon back in the village, but he thought that it may be the outfit that did it, although Nigel was tall, slim and lanky, just like Marlon!
"That lamb was superb, Nigel, we all thoroughly enjoyed it!" Brett smiled at the young chef.
"Thank you very much," Nigel seemed a bit bashful, he was obviously not used to appearing 'in public', "but I'm sure my efforts are not up to your standards!"
"Don't put yourself down!" Brett replied, "Anyway, this is a treat for me; for someone else to do all the hard work!"
After their dessert, the six lads sat in the bar for their after-dinner drinks. Emlyn served up some complimentary sweets and the lads felt right at home. Rhod appeared, having finished serving his guests for the evening; all the other patrons had left the restaurant.
Mitch still had a feeling that Rhod was eyeing him up, so he spoke to the handsome young waiter, "Why don't you join us for a quick drink?" he asked.
Rhod looked over at his father, who had heard the invitation to his son. Emlyn nodded his approval and so Rhod sat at the table in the bar with the other lads.
"So!" Bryn looked at Rhod, "What do you do for entertainment around here?"
"It's pretty dead round these parts!" Rhod replied, "When I get a night off, I usually go into Cardiff for a good night out!"
"Have you always worked in your father's hotel?" asked Jackson.
"No, I was in the navy until recently," Rhod said, "I would have signed up again for another stint, but my dad needed another pair of hands to help in the hotel. Since our mum died, it's just my dad, my sister Blodwyn and me; oh, and Nigel the chef, of course!"
"He's not part of the family then?" asked Aaron.
"No! He lives in the village with his wife and little boy."
"I don't suppose you get much time to go to pubs and clubs; with having to work here in the evenings!" Bryn said.
"Actually, I was thinking of going into Cardiff tomorrow; it's my night off you see!" Rhod smiled at the thought of getting some free time, "If any of you lads fancy it, you'd be welcome to tag along!"
"Well, those four are booked tomorrow," Bryn gesticulated towards Aaron, Jackson, Brett and Mason, "But me and Mitch don't have any plans, do we?"
"Oh, where are you four going?" Rhod asked.
"We've got tickets for a concert at the Millennium Stadium," Jackson replied.
"But, us two might be up for a night on the town!" Mitch said, nodding towards Bryn.
"That's good; shall we meet here tomorrow then? We can share a cab," Rhod smiled at his new found friends.
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The six lads had enjoyed a good night at Emlyn's restaurant. Later, back in the living room at the farmhouse, they continued to enjoy some banter between themselves.
Bryn thrust his hips towards Mitch, pouting provocatively, "My name's Rhod!" he said, "Can I get you anything...like excited?" His Welsh accent left a lot to be desired!
The other lads laughed at the joke.
"He's a nice lad!" Mitch replied; he was trying to defend Rhod; although he laughed along with the others.
"He fancies you something rotten!" Bryn would not let it go.
"Rubbish!" Mitch retorted, "You don't even know if he's gay; anyway, he was in the navy!"
That remark was met with howls of laughter from the others!
"You know what they say about sailors!" Jackson chuckled.
"Yeah," Mason joined in, "Hello sailor!" he adopted a camp, limp-wristed pose!
Once everyone had finished poking fun at Rhod, they all retired for the night. Aaron and Jackson climbed into bed and settled down together. Jackson put his arm around Aaron, as was his custom, "I think Mitch was quite taken with Rhod, did you notice the way he was looking at him?"
Aaron snuggled up to his husband, "Well, he's a good-looking lad!" he replied.
"Why, Mr Livesy-Walsh, I'll have to watch you! Sounds like you fancy him yourself!"
"Shut up!" Aaron grinned mischievously, "Anyway, dark hair; brown eyes; stubble...not my type at all!"
"You're a cheeky scamp, sometimes!" Jackson drew Aaron into a tight embrace and kissed him passionately.
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The following day, the lads split up to do their own thing. Aaron, Jackson, Brett and Mason headed off to the Millennium Stadium while Bryn, Mitch and Rhod met in the village and then took a cab into Cardiff city centre. Not surprisingly, they ended up in a gay bar. Bryn and Mitch could tell that Rhod was no stranger to the place as the bar staff chatted to him like an old friend!
The three lads had a great evening together, drinking, laughing and joking. Eventually, they took a cab back to the village and Rhod offered them a bed for the night! Bryn and Mitch expected to be put up in one of the hotel rooms, but Rhod had other plans! As they climbed the stairs; quietly so as not to disturb the other occupants, Rhod steered them into his own bedroom!
"As you can see," Rhod said, gesticulating towards his bed, "its king size! Easily enough room for three!"
Bryn and Mitch giggled, they were not really drunk but a little tipsy and still on a high from their very enjoyable night out.
"Who gets to be in the middle?" Mitch said with a chuckle in his voice.
"You can, if you want!" Rhod suddenly took hold of Mitch and kissed him; full on the lips. Mitch kissed him back!
Bryn looked on in amazement; he knew that Rhod was a tease but, even so, he had not expected this! He was even more surprised when Rhod broke off his kiss with Mitch and then lunged in his direction! Rhod was worming his tongue into Bryn's mouth as he kissed him wantonly!
Bryn was about to protest, but the kiss felt good! Rhod drew back a little and spoke in hushed tones, "I haven't had a bloody good shag since I left the navy three months ago!"
"What, on shore leave, you mean?" Mitch asked.
"Not always," Rhod wore an enigmatic smile, "In fact, more often than not, on board ship!"
"What, with other sailors?" Bryn was shocked.
"Lads get horny, being at sea for a long time!" Rhod groped both Bryn and Mitch's crotches at the same time, "A lot of skylarking goes on! Everybody knows about it but nothing is said!"
"Wow!" Bryn gasped.
They all stripped off, although Rhod and Mitch seemed keener on the idea than Bryn. As they fell onto the bed, Rhod and Mitch started making out with enthusiasm, while Bryn felt more like an onlooker than a participant; he felt a little awkward; as if he shouldn't be there at all! Rhod and Mitch tried to make Bryn feel included, fondling him and kissing him, but it was clear that Rhod and Mitch were really into each other and would have been perfectly happy to have the bed to themselves!
Bryn wondered if the whole 'threesome' thing was really a good idea!
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The next morning, Aaron, Jackson, Brett and Mason were having breakfast in the kitchen of the farmhouse when a taxi drew up outside. Bryn climbed out of the taxi alone and went into the house. As he entered the kitchen, Mason smiled at his brother, "Dirty stop out!" he teased him.
"I sent you a text!" Bryn protested, as if it explained everything.
"Yeah I know!" Mason chuckled, "Dirty stop out!" he repeated.
"Did you have a good time at the concert?" Bryn asked, seeming as if he was trying to change the subject.
The four lads, sitting at the table, all answered in the affirmative.
"How was your wild night out?" Mason asked.
Bryn sat down and put his head in his hands.
Mason was concerned, "What's up, bro?"
"It's Mitch!" Bryn said, as he looked around the table.
"Yeah," Jackson joined in the conversation, "Where is he? Is he OK?"
"He's more than OK!" Bryn sounded exasperated, "Him and Rhod got it on last night, back at the hotel!"
There was a stunned silence, and then Mason spoke again, "What? Did he tell you that?"
"Not exactly...I was there! Oh God! This is so embarrassing!" Bryn had turned as red as a beetroot!
"It's OK, we're all mates here!" Jackson's calm voice seemed to encourage Bryn to continue.
"Well, we all sort of went a bit wild in Rhod's room! But Mitch and Rhod were at it all night...well, almost!"
Mason was shocked, "Oh Bryn! You must be gutted! How could Mitch do that to you?"
Bryn looked his brother in the eye, "It's OK bro! We weren't serious about each other; we were only having fun...no strings!" But, the look in his eyes gave a lie to Bryn's words.
There was still a hush around the table; the other lads were trying to take it in Bryn's description of events!