THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Chayanne

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

ONE

The Spence clan was one for wanderlust. They were notorious for
it. Unlike his more famous cousin Sebastian, though, Theodore
Spence lived the life more sedate. He loved good wine, good food,
and good hotel rooms, his love put to good use by his stint as a
holiday destination writer and critic for various TV shows,
magazines, and newspapers.

He smiled as he walked down the arrivals hall of the privately
owned airport of Gull Isle. This was the largest holiday resort in
Eden - and the most expensive as well as popular. And ever since
the new guy Christian Bale took over and made his critics pause
and wonder with his so far decent track record, there were also
some genuine attempts at setting up some ecological preservation
programs. Christian had resisted his board members' demands that
he opened his private share of the island as well as the rest of
the ecologically diverse island to tourists in his own smug, don't-
fuck-me way. As a mad Machiavelli who knew just when to stop being
a dictator and to start being democratic, Bale was becoming a more
fascinating figure for the media than when he was a washed-up
playboy.

Teddy was angling for an interview with that guy, although he
preferred to work incognito as a mere tourist to avoid the resort
owners throwing favors his way. And as luck would have it, he had
the perfect chance: the guy he chatted with during his plane trip
happened to turn out to be Christian Bale's significant other.

James LeGros was a quiet man, but when he was prompted subtly, he
talked his head off. Teddy could chat up a lampshade if he wanted
to. And LeGros - as he preferred to be called - was on his way to
meet Christian after almost three months' separation. On the
plane, LeGros had told Teddy that he and Christian had their own
lives, and it was impossible for him to pull up his roots and
follow Christian to Gull Isle. An accountant with enough
assignments into next year, LeGros had told Christian that he
would take a week's leave to join him later - now - for some quiet
R&R.

"Actually, I half expect him to end this," LeGros said. "Gull
Isle, you know, all those cute guys always around, I thought he
would find someone new and forget about me. I told myself it's
best to be prepared for the worst, you know?" For a silent type of
guy, LeGros was on a roll: it was obvious he needed to tell
somebody really badly his pent-up feelings. "But he kept calling
every night, weird huh?"

"I think that's sweet of him," Teddy said.

"Yeah. And well. hey, why not you take the limo Christian is
sending me as well? The fares here are exorbitant."

Teddy smiled. "Thanks, I'd love to."

So here they were, in one of the most beautiful tropical resorts
in the world. Teddy was looking forward to this job. Man, he loved
this job. Good food, great relaxation at first star hotels, and he
got paid for enjoying life. What could he ask for? Okay, except
for a guy. Teddy stopped wishing for his Mr Right the same day he
decided to stop stepping on the scales. He had outgrown his
childhood taunts of "Fatty Teddy", and while he was still chubby
Uncle Teddy to his nephews and nieces, he didn't really have his
old hang-ups much anymore. After all, he was successful,
reasonably well off, and best of all, he discovered that his high
school enemy Kevin Shapiro was stuck in used car dealership hell.
Guess life, unlike high school, really counted brains more than
brawns.

So what if his love life wasn't as varied or happening like his
skinnier buddies? He couldn't get laid that often, hell, at least
he got to eat enough European cuisine to last three lifetimes. How
many people could boast that? Other people can bang their brains
out in drunken one-night stands. Teddy had Gull Isle. Hello,
Paradise.

A surprise greeted him when they reached the arrivals gate.
Christian Bale himself was standing there, waiting for them, or
more specifically, LeGros. Teddy recognized the man from those
photos in the society as well as finance magazines. The man was
quite a sight - loud, garish unbuttoned Aloha shirt and knee-
length baggy pants, so unlike the smart suit and tie fellow Teddy
expected to meet. The man pulled off those tacky shades he was
wearing when he saw LeGros.

"LeGros." Ignoring cool and decorum, Christian vaulted over the
knee-high metal fencing barrier separating them. "About time you
got here."

Ignoring Teddy, he pulled LeGros into his arms and silenced the
man's laughing protests with his mouth. And despite LeGros'
attempt at nonchalance, his arms tightened around Christian's neck
to deepen the kiss, damn whoever was watching and disapproving.
Teddy looked away, his eyes burning and his ears stinging from the
soft laughter and whisper sweet nothings of two men standing near
him.

"Hey, Christian, meet Teddy," LeGros said, finally dragging
Christian to meet the man. "Met him on the plane, and he's
spending a week here."

"Nice to meet you." Christian's handshake was firm. "Friends of
LeGros are automatic VIPs here. You staying at the resort or at
one of the beach houses?"

"The resort," Teddy said.

"The Platinum Suite?"

"Of course not!" The Platinum Suites were reserved for those with
really deep pockets. Teddy had a budget to adhere to. "I'm staying
at the - "

"Anything but the Platinum Suite are lousy. Stick with me, and
I'll get you a Platinum Suite. Don't worry, you'll pay the rates
of whichever room you first booked in, and all drinks and room
service are on the house."

"You're always this generous?" LeGros teased him.

"Hmm, only today, and that's because I'm in a very good mood,"
Christian murmured, playfully rubbing the tip of LeGros' nose.
"That, and I recognize Teddy Spence when I see him."

"Good one," Teddy said sheepishly. "How did you - I mean, my
pictures are never put up on papers or anywhere."

"When I do something, I make sure I know as much as I can learn
about the matter." Christian pointed a finger at Teddy, mocking
the action of firing a gun. "But hey, no problem. Like I said,
LeGros knows you and he likes you, so you deserve top
hospitality." Immediately forgetting Teddy now that he had said
what he wanted to say to him, Christian turned to the man his arm
was deceptively casually encircling around the waist. "I miss you,
LeGros. You have no idea how much things I have to tell you later
tonight."

"I'm surprised there's no one here to keep you company while I'm
away," LeGros teased him. But his voice had a slight tremor: he
wasn't unaffected by Christian's unabashed show of emotions.

"No. Seriously, I'm glad you're here. I could use your dry insults
and teases, and it's not the same when I try to have my assistant
call me `dunderhead' the way you do it. I." He caught himself as
he cast Teddy a glance. "I'll tell you later, okay, when we are
alone."

"Okay, I'll be listening," LeGros said.

Christian laughed, breaking the maudlin spell, and urged LeGros to
come with him to the awaiting limo. Christian held the man as if
he was afraid that LeGros would break free and fly away, and
LeGros leaned slightly against the man, as if he didn't want to
break free. Teddy, forgotten, sighed and walked after them,
feeling like the loneliest man on earth at that very instant.



TWO

His room was amazing. When the chambermaid told him that the
Sultan of Brunei slept here was, oh, Teddy could believe that.
Wide, clean, and filled with sophisticated amenities that scared
him - now these were a given in a room that cost $6,500 a night.
But the view - oh, the view! Teddy pushed aside the curtains of
the wide glass panel that led to the balcony and gasped in delight
at the seemingly unending sea of greenery that greeted his eyes.
The sky was clear, a perfect greeting card clich‚, but fuck, the
sky was clear and the scenery was picturesque.

I love this, he decided. If he died of food poisoning after this
trip, hell, there would be no regrets. With a reluctant sigh, he
turned away from the view. A shower, and then he would have to get
down to snooping around for his review. Now, all he needed to do
was to figure out how the Jacuzzi device worked.



Ah, the beach. Teddy had only one real use for the beach - eye
candy. Tanned, tight-assed hunks in skimpy Speedos were his
favorite type of eye candy, and one couldn't find better eye
candies than on a holiday resort. He soon learned, however, that
an expensive resort like Gull Isle phased out the local gigolos,
beach boys, and fishermen that would be the main source of hard
muscular bodies to watch. What was left was rich celebrities and
bored millionaires and mostly tight aerobicized bodies in lieu of
some well-done cosmetic surgeries or people like him who would
just love to work out and lose weight, but baby, first pass the
hamburger please.

Oh well. There was always that Patricia Cornwell novel he had been
trying to finish for months, and now was a good time as any. In
his baggy khakis and loose Aloha shirt (Teddy didn't believe in
showing unnecessary skin unless by popular demand), he sat on the
beach provided for beach visitors and tried to read. But he kept
getting distracted by a particularly luscious view before him.
Teddy hated to stereotype, but that cabana boy serving guest
drinks was gorgeous and delightfully Latino. A strong, square jaw,
a face with patrician, strong nose, striking eyes, and sensually
formed lips were just starters. That white shirt and tennis shorts
in the cool breeze mould to a well-muscled form. Not surprisingly,
Cabana Boy here was being called to and fro to serve various
guests. Most particularly, he was often called to perform tasks
that required his bending over to display those tight buttocks to
the world.

A woman caught Teddy staring and winked back as she asked CB here
to adjust her seat (bend down first, darling). And Teddy couldn't
help but to laugh. Oh sure, he knew what it was like to be teased
and pulled along because of how you looked, since he was a victim
of his overweight appearance since high school, but really, this
was funny. He couldn't help his laughter.

His laughter died a quick unnatural death when CB turned towards
him. Oh, damn. He knew one day his laugh would get him in trouble.
Well, what else could he do but to wave timidly at CB - no harm
done, just a fat silly idiot here, look away. But CB just walked
over, and Teddy's heart started pounding. Oh God, oh God, oh God.
his heart was pitter-pattering too loudly and his mind was
steaming into a pile of melted goo because damn it, CB was more
gorgeous to the eyes the closer he came towards Teddy. Oh God,
this was going to like he and that football captain in high school
all over again, and look where that one led to - lots of pain and
humiliation. Remember Teddy, he told himself, this pretty CB here
was that high school bastard.

Not that CB here was a boy. He was probably around Teddy's age.
And when he lowered himself on one knee and looked at Teddy that
way, Teddy didn't care how old CB was, as long as he looked at
Teddy that way in those deep, soulful brown eyes, and as long as
CB flashed that killer smile of his.

"Can I get you anything?" the CB said.

You in my bed, Teddy thought. Aloud, "Uh, nothing, thanks."

"You sure?" Oh, that husky, chocolaty voice. "The bartender's
special pina colada will be perfect for a cool day like this."

"Okay, I'll have one then," Teddy said, fascinated by the man's
deep, striking eyes. He shivered involuntarily with desire, and
hoped CB didn't notice. CB had a way of looking at him as if he
was all that mattered to CB in this very moment and time. "Uh,
okay," he said again when the man just stayed there, looking at
him.

Teddy peeked a look. No, there was no way CB here was looking at
him that way. Teddy had been in the sun too long and he was now
delusional. Because surely there was no way CB was looking at him
as if CB was struck dumb by fascination. Attraction? Hah! Men like
CB here didn't see Teddy as sexual beings. Best buddies,
confidantes, party pals, maybe, but at the end of the day, that
was that. Teddy had a few relationships, yes, but most of them
were with average people with average looks. It was like a natural
cosmic law, Teddy had decided - Thou Shalt Not Covet Fatties or
something in that vein.

Hence, his brain couldn't accept the possibility that CB here was
getting the hots for him. Even as his libido gave a big "Yeah!" at
the same time and his heart was torn between joy and fear of
rejection.

"Uh, my pina colada?" Teddy prodded CB gently. He hoped CB would
go. He wished CB would stay and look at him that way.

CB shook his head, as if he was fighting Teddy's attempts to snap
him out of whatever funk he was experiencing. But he knew his
place in the scheme of the guest-staff hierarchy. "I'll get it,"
he said quietly, gracefully standing up.

"Thanks." Teddy swallowed, but the lump in his throat wouldn't be
dislodged this easily. He watched CB walk away, this time his mind
not even registering CB's tight ass, only the intense, sharp ache
in his chest. For a moment there, he actually believed. He tried
to tell himself that he was being foolish. Snap out of it, Teddy!
He knew beauty was only skin deep, et cetera, so he owed it to
himself not to mix up with pretty faces and get hurt in the end.
CB probably wouldn't be any different from other pretty faces
around.

He'd believed that easier if he hadn't caught the glimpse of what
he thought resembled desire in CB's eyes. And at that moment, he
felt as if he wanted to cry for no clear reason.

Much to his relief - and disappointment - another CB came to
deliver his drink. This one was handsome, great body and all, but
Teddy felt nothing for this one. Damn that first CB, he'd spoiled
Teddy for everyone else. Teddy sipped at the drink, not actually
tasting it, and wondered how he would survive the rest of this
week.




THREE

LeGros was not pleased that Teddy decided to cloister himself in
his room when the latter had spare time outside interviewing
people and exploring Gull Isle for his upcoming article. Teddy's
weak defense that he was researching the soft porn channel on
cable held no ground - LeGros brushed that aside ruthlessly and
insisted that Teddy accompanied he and Christian to the local gay
dance club that night.

Teddy didn't want to go. He had avoided that CB for two days now,
and he didn't want to bump into that guy. But he couldn't hide
forever, he conceded, and the soft porn was getting tiresome. He
told LeGros that the man need not have security drag him to the
club, he'd come along. Never mind that he avoided dance clubs and
discos and other hangouts for the fit and pretty like plague. He
had attended one prom night, thanks, and he didn't want any encore
of that disastrous, humiliating please-dance-with-me-anybody-
please-please-please evening. But hey, this one? No big deal.
Teddy's a big boy now. He could drink himself to oblivion if
nobody wanted to dance with him. He never liked dancing anyway.

He wore black loose shirt and baggy dark pants. LeGros surprised
him by eschewing his usual proper accountant-type suit for a mesh
shirt that exposed his gym rat physique and a pair of snug fitting
dark brown trousers that were actually see-through under strong
light. No doubt those pants were Christian's. And Christian,
looking smug as hell, was wearing an open leather jacket with
nothing underneath and surprisingly modest black jeans. Still,
Teddy felt as if he was a priest escorting two wayward Little Shop
of Horrors rejects to the ball. And he hoped his friends back home
never got wind of this day. Even though he genuinely liked LeGros
and maybe even that self-absorbed Christian Bale.

Fully prepared to be forgotten as soon as they entered the club -
how true, alas - and fully prepared to be ignored as well, Teddy
immediately planted his big, cute butt on the drinks bar and
ordered the strongest the bartender could whip up. This vacation
wasn't fun at all. It was reopening all of Teddy's old demons and
insecurities that he had kept neatly boxed up in his mind right
there in that corner marked `Repressed Memories'. Funny, really,
if Teddy wasn't pissed and depressed at the same time.

"Hello!" CB. Jumping onto the empty seat beside Teddy, shouting to
be heard above the music. "Enjoying yourself?"

"How?" Teddy had to ask. This was an exclusive club.

"Oh, I am one of the three owners of this place," CB answered. "So
how do you like this place?"

Teddy was glad to see him. He wanted to reach out and kiss the man
hard for noticing him in the crowd of people. "It's okay."

"You can say `loud', I don't mind," CB said, his grin infectious.
"I saw you and I thought I'd come over. Didn't see you around the
beach lately."

"Well, I guess I was busy. Glad you found me, though I'm sure it's
easy to see a big guy like me in this crowd."

"Ah, so that's your problem."

"What?" Teddy looked at the other man, disconcerted.

"You think I'll be put off by your size?" CB chuckled. Boy, how
did he get those teeth so pearly white and straight? Can Teddy
lick them? "I'm not," CB said. "I like big guys."

"Ah." Stupid, but that was all Teddy could say.

"People don't understand me, but I really like big guys. And your
laugh the other day. it's beautiful. Full of life and vigor."
Corny words from CB, but Teddy's heart was beating fast in
response to them. And Teddy jumped when CB's fingers grazed his
knuckles. "Dance with me?"

"Well."

"Come on, you want it. I know you do."

"Fucking hell, you're arrogant, aren't you?" Teddy allowed himself
to stand and his hand taken by CB's.

"I know I'm handsome, sexy, and good in bed. What's not to be
arrogant about?" CB teased. "But tonight, I'm all yours."

Teddy nodded stupidly. He couldn't dance. He couldn't tell CB he
couldn't dance. Hell, his brain had shut down. This was the prom
night he never had, and this was probably a dream - if so, he
didn't want to wake up, ever. Never mind what people say ("What
did that hunk see in that fatty?"), Teddy didn't want this end. He
was in CB's embrace, and CB actually pressed his flat stomach
against CB's rounded one, his muscular arms around Teddy, and they
danced to the wild salsa beat.

Teddy moved awkwardly, and he could only laugh, because it was
either laugh or babble stupidly, because Teddy didn't know what to
say or do. Because CB here genuinely didn't seem to care, he just
laughed and teased Teddy, urging him on, grounding his hips to
Teddy's, their sex pressed together so tightly that Teddy started.
His cock was hard, had been since he first saw CB, but to his
shock, so did CB's, now swelling fast against Teddy's tumescence.
Their erections ground together in heated intimacy as CB's hands
pressed on Teddy's buttocks, urging him to feel CB's lust, and now
CB was stimulating the rhythm of the fuck thrust with his hips.
Teddy let loose a soft moan, and CB took the opportunity to cover
Teddy's mouth with his.

Now this was the kiss. Really, the kiss Teddy's erotic dreams were
made of. No, this was a million times better. The taste of CB, the
feel of his tongue in Teddy's mouth, and their tongues mated,
explored, tasted each other in an explosion of sensations. Only
when CB broke off the kiss, Teddy wanted to cry. Why? Had CB came
to his senses?

"Let's get out of here," CB murmured.

"Okay," Teddy answered breathlessly. "Where?"



On Teddy's spread shirt on the now deserted beach, CB drunk
Teddy's muffled cry as he forged his cock slowly up Teddy's ass.
It wasn't easy, for CB was a very well endowed man and Teddy had
been too long without. But there was no denying the CB and Teddy
wanted it just as bad. Teddy spread his legs as wide as could,
welcoming CB's penetration. And then the pain was gone, to be
replaced by glorious, glorious sensations of being filled so whole
and utterly by CB. Teddy had only enough time to think - Was this
real? Was CB here really fucking me? Hell, yeah! Then CB was
screwing Teddy real hard and Teddy thought the world was coming to
a fiery end.

Later, when CB was spent, he touched Teddy. Not the urgent clawing
on Teddy's hips, buttocks, shoulders, or back, but the real, slow,
languid caresses of lips, fingers, and tongues on every inch of
Teddy's naked body. The same body that Teddy was ashamed to bare
before CB earlier until CB coaxed the clothes off him, the same
body which CB now worshipped like a genuine, ardent lover who
found every inch of his lover's body fascinating. The rounded
tummy, the rounded thighs, the ample buttocks - CB touched and
worshipped every inch of Teddy. And when he pinched Teddy's
nipples before suckling them slowly like a man enraptured with the
succulent feast in his mouth, when he slowly later kissed and took
Teddy's cock in his mouth as if he was utterly enraptured, he was
playful, teasing, and tender all at once. And Teddy wanted to weep
or laugh - he didn't know which - because here was CB touching and
loving his body, imperfections and all. When they lay there that
night, their legs entangled and their arms around each other, CB
didn't shy away from touching Teddy's thighs, tummy, buttocks, in
fact, he seemed to adore the abundant ampleness of Teddy's
buttocks.

This was definitely Eden, Teddy thought. He'd give this place a
fucking A+ in his review.




FOUR

"Where were you last night?" LeGros asked the next afternoon,
carelessly sitting down at Teddy's table. "You left without a
word."

"Went back to my room," Teddy said. He liked LeGros, but he didn't
know if LeGros would be one of those that would mock Teddy's
fascination with that CB. He was sure LeGros wouldn't, but he
didn't want to test the waters of their new friendship. "I had
some emailing to do."

"Liar. Hey, whatever you did, if you don't want to tell," LeGros
said, shrugging. "Anyway, sorry about last night. I wanted to be a
better company, but Christian and I, well."

"Oh, that's okay. I'd probably do the same if I were you," Teddy
said, shrugging it off. Really, it was okay.

"No you won't, and that's why I'm here to apologize. It is wrong
of me to invite you along and then ignore you like that."

"Christian can be a persuasive man I'm sure," Teddy told him.

"Yeah, right." LeGros made a sound of derision. "He thinks he
wears the pants in the house. I'm just happy to let him believe
that because he's much more amenable that way. What am I going to
say again? Oh yes, I'm bored. Want to go jungle trekking with me?
Christian will be caught up in his work until late tonight."

"God, LeGros, you know how I hate physical exertions," Teddy said.
"There are some exceptions, of course."

"Come on. I'm bored here. Everyone and everything's beautiful,
perfect, and fucking dull. I'll go mad if I don't do anything
soon."

"Okay," Teddy conceded. "Just be prepared to carry me if I faint
from exhaustion."

"Ha, ha, very funny. Now get your fat butt off that seat and come
jungle bopping with me, man."



It was hotel regulations that staff and clients were not to
indulge in extra-curricular activities outside professional
boundaries. Yet no one was na‹ve as to assume that the rule was
being obeyed. Still, Teddy didn't want his CB hunk - who asked
Teddy to call him Chayanne - to risk getting fired. But Chayanne
was persistent, and tonight, Teddy found himself lying on a towel
on the poolside, trying to tamper his self-consciousness at being
naked in the (closed) pool after closing hours. Chayanne was good
at bribing his colleagues, and he got this pool for them both with
so much ease that Teddy had a suspicion that he wasn't the first
guest - or last - to enjoy a rendezvous here with Chayanne.

Chayanne was swimming in the pool, in clear, fluid strokes. Teddy
sighed, still languid from their recent climax, and he happily
rubbed the insides of his thighs together, reveling in the feel of
Chayanne's come seeping out from his ass onto his skin.

Chayanne was a popular guy, no doubt about that. He had everybody
he knew in his pocket, and no doubt he'd gotten around too. He
might tell Teddy he liked big guys, but Teddy knew the man had
varied tastes in life, as evidenced by his delightful spontaneity
around Teddy. Teddy was too rational to be jealous, of course -
how could he be, when he was determined to enjoy this guy to the
max?

Chayanne pulled himself out of the pool, gloriously nude, and
sighed as he lay beside Teddy.

"Isabella told me you went jungle trekking with Mr LeGros today,"
Chayanne started to say.

"Oh yeah, worst trip of my life," Teddy said, chuckling. "Got
bitten by a large insect - see? The bite mark still itches."

Chayanne just had to reach down Teddy's thighs and rubbed the bite
mark soothingly. "Did Mr Bale come along?"

"No, he's busy. Good God, Chayanne, you're not jealous, are you?"
Teddy asked, genuinely baffled by the look on Chayanne's face.

"No," Chayanne said too vehemently. He closed his eyes and lay
back on the towel. "Yes," he admitted. "Sort of."

"What's there to be jealous about?" Teddy asked. "Have you seen
how LeGros looked at Christian? Have you seen me? To think that
LeGros would." He couldn't help it, he laughed in genuine mirth.
"Oh, wait until I tell LeGros this!"

"Don't laugh at me."

Chayanne's angry tone quieted Teddy almost immediately. "You're
taking this too seriously," Teddy told him. "Come on, we're having
fun, right?"

"Yeah." Chayanne didn't look placated however. "Fun. I can have
anyone what I want. I didn't have to go to you that night at the
club, you know that, don't you?"

"And this means, what? You want me to be grateful?" Teddy asked.

"No. But I want you to know that I can have fun with anyone, and
there's a reason why I choose to be with you. It sounds stupid,
but I like you. You're funny, you don't seem to let life take you
down, and you're cute." Chayanne reached out and touched Teddy's
stomach. "Is it so hard to believe that I really find you
attractive? Just touching you, feeling your curves, burying my
face in your plump ass cheeks. see? I'm getting hard just thinking
about it."

Teddy wondered if the world could hear his heart's ear-shattering
"Hallelujah!" "Oh, Chayanne," he could only say. "You're doing
wonders for my self-esteem."

"I'm lonely. I like this, talking to you," Chayanne said. "Most
people just want me to shut up and fuck them, but I think you
really like me, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Would you like me if I'm big and if I'm not good-looking?"
Chayanne asked.

"I'll marry you at once if you are big and not good-looking, as
you put it," Teddy told him. Really, he was half-serious.

"I wish."

"Don't say it. I'm leaving tomorrow." Teddy hated this feeling -
as if his heart was slowly shattering to pieces. "Chayanne, you
okay?"

"Yeah," the other man said quietly. "Then tonight, let's make
what's left of it special, yes?"

Teddy welcomed the man's attention, hungrily, desperately.
Tonight, let him remember tonight until his memory failed. Tonight
was theirs.



Chayanne held him for the rest of the night. His cock never left
Teddy's heated clasp until dawn, he just had Teddy in his arms,
fucking the man until he released his juices deep inside Teddy.
Then they would talk, sweet nothings or about each other's lives
and hopes and dreams until they both got frisky and started
fucking again. He told Teddy about his life of hustling the
tourists, screwing around, dreaming one day of having his own
house and luxury car. Teddy told him about his own fears,
insecurities, and the nightmare years known as high school. And
Chayanne convinced Teddy that Teddy was beautiful, gorgeous, the
sole reason why Chayanne, now seeing the early rays of the sun
dawning across the horizon, banged Teddy violently, pounding his
cock in and out of Teddy until they both came in a shuddering
climax. He spilled himself one last time in Teddy, his own
pleasure a loving tribute to Teddy, his beautiful Teddy.

He didn't say anything when they parted. He didn't have to. Teddy
kissed him with all the unspoken feelings he dared to pour in one
kiss, and Chayanne left only when he absolutely had to.




FIVE

Christian Bale looked as if he was at the verge of breaking into
tears. Impossibly suave Christian Bale about to cry? Shocking to
everyone who knew him. But he was about to lose LeGros to New York
for the foreseeable future, and he couldn't bear it. He told
LeGros this, loudly and first persuasively, then angrily when
LeGros refused to change his mind, and now, petulantly like a
child denied his treats. LeGros wanted to go back with Teddy,
because he would, in his own words, go fucking mad if he spent
another day lounging around. LeGros needed to work, to do
something. He needed his job back. Christian couldn't understand
that. To him, he had given LeGros all the luxuries he could buy as
well as all of himself. All he knew was that it wasn't enough for
LeGros, and he didn't understand why. He just knew it was,
somehow, his fault.

"I'll come over in a few weeks' time," Christian told LeGros at
the airport. "It'll take me some time to put my things in order,
and then - "

"You'll club me and drag me back here?" LeGros asked him wryly.
"Look, I can't stay here, Christian. I told you why."

"What is it? The food? The TV? I can make things right, LeGros. Me
spending too little time with you? I will hire another assistant.
I will make everything okay, LeGros, please. I'll put Mike in
charge, anything."

"It's not you, Christian. It's me. I need to do something useful,
I can't just sit around the pool every day reading some magazine
until you get off your workday. I miss my job. I miss New York."

"Why can't you love me as much I love you, damn it?" Christian
yelled, stunning everyone in the earshot. "LeGros," he tried to
say in a calmer voice, "why must it always be me who must change
for us. Stay with me here, we'll work things out, somehow."

"I love you, Christian. But damn it, someone has to be the
rational voice here and it is always me. You have a life here, and
I have mine in New York. I'm not leaving you. I'll just go back
and sort all the loose ends in my life, and then we'll talk, okay?
We need to find a way, but your way is not it."

Christian collapsed onto a seat, his hand instinctively pulling at
his top shirt button until LeGros' hand stilled his. "I'll miss
you," he told LeGros brokenly. "You take care, okay? And don't
worry about me. I won't go cheating on you, I swear, and I'll
call. I'll call every night like before."

"And I'll pick up the call," LeGros answered.

"You always do." Christian tried to smile, but failed. "Damn it,
fuck, fuck, fuck!" he cursed, and then pulled the man into his
arms, crushing the man in his embrace. Only Teddy could see the
sole stray tear falling down Christian's right cheek.

Teddy turned away, his face burning at having witnessed such
private exchange between those two. He was also envious, he
realized with a shock. While he thought Christian rather pathetic
in that show of emotion, he also wished that he had a Christian
Bale in his life, one who loved him so much that he didn't want to
let Teddy go, ever. He turned blindly away - and saw Chayanne.

Chayanne walked up the hallway, not caring if his boss saw him.

"Caught you in time," Chayanne said. "I just want to see you
leave." Because he couldn't believe it and would live in painful
denial unless he saw Teddy leaving with his own eyes.

"You did," Teddy said, but he couldn't smile or infuse some
cheerfulness that he didn't feel into his voice.

"I'll miss you."

"So will I." Teddy chuckled weakly. "Drop by sometime if you
happen to be in New York, okay?"

"I will."

The announcer called for the passengers to get ready for boarding.
Teddy sighed and turned to go.

"Hey," Chayanne said.

Teddy turned eagerly. "Yeah?"

"You're the best I ever had," Chayanne said, smiling
melancholically. "Take care in New York."

"You take care too. And goodbye." The hardest thing Teddy had ever
said.

He had to look one last time at the departure lane. Chayanne was
still standing where Teddy left him, those eyes never leaving
Teddy's. Teddy could still feel their weight on him as he patted
LeGros' hand comfortingly when their plane took off. Only when
LeGros handed him some tissues did he realize his tears were
starting to fall freely.



Enjoying life, come by sometime.

Teddy smiled to himself as he read the email sent to him by
LeGros. One month after they left Gull Isle, LeGros packed his
bags and moved back to the island, most likely for good.
Apparently Christian's accountant had a miraculous windfall at the
casino and decided to retire. Teddy would bet that Christian had a
hand in this. Apparently LeGros was worth a million American
dollars of Christian's personal wealth (the man was smart enough
not to use the resort funding for this purpose). Christian asked
LeGros to fill the now vacant spot, and LeGros said yes to that,
as well as to the next question Christian asked.

Teddy was happy for those two. As for himself, well. he opened his
bookmark and went to his favorite online air ticket-booking
agency. Chayanne? Well, he now only haunted Teddy in his dreams.
Those dozens of times when Teddy found himself staring after dark-
haired men he met, hoping that they were. well, that didn't count.
He was moving on well. If he felt miserable because he couldn't
help wondering if he was a moron to leave Chayanne, well, what
could he say? Fatties and handsome, muscular Adonis hunks didn't
mix well. But Teddy somehow wondered if being safe was worth it.

He reopened his email inbox and reread LeGros' email. Lucky
bastard. Damn the torpedoes, Teddy decided, and keyed in his
credit card number on the secure order page. He had to find out.
He was going back to Gull Isle. To Chayanne. And if Teddy caught
him cuddling up to someone else, well, Teddy would sit on that
someone tramp and yell at Chayanne's fickle affections. He
certainly hoped he wouldn't have to do that, really.

Fuck - who was at the door? Pizza? No, he didn't order any pizza.
He didn't even have much of an appetite lately, thanks to his
constant emotional turbulence.

He opened the door.

Chayanne.

Fancy that.

Teddy blinked. "Chayanne?" he asked.

"Yeah. Me. You said I can drop by when I come over to New York. Mr
Bale let me your address after I begged him like hell for it."

"I just bought a ticket to go back to you."

Chayanne just smiled that beautiful smile of his, and Teddy
realized how he'd missed those killer dimples. And that body. And
those eyes. And of course, Chayanne's personality - that was
important too. Oh, fuck personality, they could catch up on that
later. Much later.

"Can I come in?" Chayanne asked, a loaded question.

Teddy opened his door wide and stepped aside.

He would probably never understand what drew Chayanne to him. Not
now, not in twenty years, not in fifty, not even despite
Chayanne's daily and patient teasing reassurances that it was
Teddy, inside and outside, who captured him and made him a
willing, devoted lover until the very end of his life. But Teddy
didn't question, not now, not later. Fuck common sense, fuck his
insecurities - Chayanne was here, taking Teddy into his arms, and
later that night, kissing him and fucking him until they collapsed
in a sweaty heap, laughing, nuzzling, and teasing each other
before getting all serious and psychological. Chayanne would swear
in overblown, romanticized declarations of love, fidelity, and
romance, and Teddy would shiver like a shy and disbelieving
nitwit. Needless to say, he was less eloquent in his own responses
to Chayanne's bombastic speeches, but he did okay. Chayanne was
still asleep beside him in the morning.

Really, fuck all that. Chayanne was here - for him. Today,
tomorrow, and beyond that. Teddy didn't care if people would look
at them both and wonder what the hell Chayanne saw in him, or
whether Chayanne would one day leave him for someone thinner,
prettier, whatever. After all, Chayanne came here for him, and
that said more than a million pretty promises could. And that,
Teddy decided, was all that mattered.
