by eXtasy Books
“The guy paid me plenty of money, Mingo. He told me Francois was a bad guy and he wanted to know what he was doing. I believed him at first.”
“You believed I fell for a bad guy?”
“Hey, you fell for me, remember?”
Don’t remind me…
“I ended up following you and the kid.”
“You hate me this much that you wanted my lover killed?”
“Oh, Mingo.” His hand moved up my arm.
I shook it off.
“I love you, Mingo. Don’t you see? I wanted to believe you picked a bad guy. With him out of the way, and money in my pocket, we could make a go of it again.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. I can’t…I would never get back with you. Not for anything. Didn’t you think this through? You set up a murder for hire, Kaolin.”
“No, no.” He swayed a little on his stool. “He never said that. I only heard about the carjacking from Benny.”
“You talk to Benny?”
“Sure I do. Benny still loves me.” He swigged his fresh rum. “Benny’s a schmuck. But don’t tell him I said that.” He put a finger to his lips. “Shhh…” he sprayed me with spittle and blast of foul breath. “You gotta believe me, Mingo. I just thought Francois would go to prison. Not die.”
“A Mafiaso pays you a shitload of money and you don’t think the end result might be murder?” I asked.
“I wanted to be your hero,” he whined.
“Oh, my God.”
“I really didn’t think about it until I saw his face.”
“What? Who’s face?”
“Fancetti.”
“I don’t get it,” I said, trying to follow his drunken thoughts.
“Louie Fancetti was at the wedding with Benny. Ain’t that a pip? He got himself some plastic fucking surgery and he looks like me! And he’s fucking Benny! Benny has no idea who this guy is!”
Holy shit! What had Benny called his new boyfriend? Martin. I wanted to race back to Francois. I hoped they could hear all of this.
Kaolin burped. “I think I was next on his list of guys to bump off. That’s why I came here. I figured he never thought I’d go to Hartford in a million years. Not with you and Francois at the wedding.” He grinned. “Benny thinks he’s so smart. He thinks I’m the worst guy he’s ever met. I’m a choirboy next to his hot new boyfriend.”
“You followed us from Hawaii?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Believe it or not…I wanted to try and talk to you, to warn you that Francois was in danger, but I got pulled off by security before I could even get on the plane. I couldn’t believe it.”
I got up from my seat when I saw Sage and another man approach us.
“I’m going now, Kaolin.”
“Don’t go, stay. You haven’t finished your drink.”
“I’ve had plenty,” I said and walked off to find Francois waiting for me. He held me in his arms.
“Any idea where Benny is?” I asked him.
“We’re checking, but I think they’re back in Hawaii. Are you okay?”
“Yes. Francois, I’m sorry.”
“No, baby, I’m the one who’s sorry. I brought this mess into our lives. From now on, no more shady guys. Even if it’s as boring as bat shit, I’ll take the jobs that keep me out of trouble.”
“Francois, I know you mean that now, sweetheart, but I really don’t think you could ever, really stay out of trouble.”
“That’s not nice,” he said, but he grinned at me.
We rode home in the back of a police car, Francois’ arm around me.
“Sage wants another roll in the hay with us,” he said as we got out of the vehicle.
“Oh, he does, huh?”
“Think about it. It’s up to you.”
Up to me? Right now, Sage was the last thing on my mind.
I wanted to check on Ferric and Mom, then I wanted some hot sack time with Francois.
When I mentioned this, he grinned.
“No arguments from me, babe.”
Ferric and Mom were waiting for us. They came out to greet us and it was a wonderful feeling knowing we were all together and everybody was safe. They’d made dinner with all kinds of local seafood delicacies and we even had dessert. Coconut ice cream and island fruit.
We talked about what we’d do the following day.
“I don’t want to move from the lap pool,” Mom said. We may have to take it home with us.
“It’s good, but when are we going home?” Ferric said. “I really miss our house.”
I smiled at him.
Francois put his hand on Ferric’s shoulder. “Probably the day after tomorrow. The FBI has to pick up Benny’s boyfriend and we’re not going anywhere until that freak is back in custody. We’d told Mom and Ferric as much as we knew. They both took the news pretty much in stride.
We hadn’t wanted to tell Ferric we were waiting until Benny’s boyfriend had been captured and was back behind bars, but we had already agreed we wouldn’t keep secrets from him. Besides, the next time we saw Benny, he’d be blabbing the news himself.
“I feel sorry for Benny,” Ferric said. “I kinda think he liked that guy.”
Yeah, Benny was going to be a mess when the truth revealed itself.
“You know something?” Ferric asked. “You know why I don’t like talking to my mom?”
“Why?” Francois asked.
“Because she doesn’t tell me stuff and she’s mean about Mingo.”
That surprised me. I hardly knew the woman, but I also knew it pissed her off that Francois was now completely out of the closet and committed to me. According to Francois, she had no idea he was bisexual in the first place.
“She calls him your boy toy, Dad.”
Mom and Francois were indignant. Me, I shrugged it off. As far as I was concerned, there were worse things she could have called me.
“I don’t want her to know any of this,” Ferric said. “And that’s my decision.”
“We’ll talk about it later,” Francois said.
“No. She can’t find out. She’ll find some reason to blame you both and try and make me come home. She just wants a babysitter. I know her, Dad.”
Francois nodded.
“Okay, Ferric. Please don’t stress, sweetheart. We’ll just agree that unless she asks, we won’t say anything. And there’s no reason she will find out about any of this.”
“Cool.” A weight seemed to lift from Ferric’s shoulders.
“Sometimes I think she hates me and doesn’t want me to be happy. Now all of you on the other hand, are so much fun. Plus, you’re a bunch of weirdoes.” He picked up the last slice of mango on the fruit platter and sucked it.
“We’re weirdoes?” Mom asked, her head tilted in a questioning way.
“Yes, of course you are. And I belong with you because I’m a weirdo, too.” He picked up his plate and drifted off to the kitchen.
“Well, beautiful weirdo,” Francois said, looking at me, “Care for a little Jacuzzi?”
We went to our room, donned our shorts and walked to the back deck where the Jacuzzi waited. We turned it on and gave it a few minutes to warm up.
“Hey,” Francois said. “An inversion table.” He pointed into the sports room beside us. I’d never noticed it before because I hadn’t even gone over half the house.
I really didn’t feel like a workout, not one that didn’t involve my lover’s cock and getting frisky with it.
“Put these gravity boots on, baby.”
I slipped my feet into them and he picked me up as if I was the weight of a dust bunny and fitted me onto the table.
He snapped the boots into the holders on either side of the base, found the switch to hang me upside and grunted.
“Want the orgasm of your life?” he asked me.
“Ferric might find us,” I whispered as Francois undid my shorts.
“You’re my boy toy, bitch.”
“Oops. Sorry. I forgot.”
He bent h
is head as I hung, suspended upside down. He sucked my cock and the sensation was unbelievable. My orgasm came fast, crashing down on me like a hundred tons of beautiful waves upon waves of heightened bliss. My eyes closed in rapture. I was riding along a street on a Repco boys’ bicycle..
“How was that?” Francois asked against my ear.
“Unbelievable. Please…I want to do it to you.”
“Hell no, I want to come in your ass while you’re still riding this high.”
“How do you know about this?”
“Tried it once before.”
“Fuck. I had to ask.”
“It was with a woman. And she was not my toy.”
He unbuckled me from the machine and carried me to the Jacuzzi. He placed me at the edge. I opened my eyes to see that he was naked and hard, his face moving between my open legs and he began to lick my ass. I think I was still coming. Every tongue stroke sent ripples of pleasure through my body. Lord, I wanted him in me while I felt this way, responding to even the lightest caress.
“Francois, fuck me,” I moaned.
He took his face away from me and he helped me into the wonderful, warm Jacuzzi. Men get swift erections in Jacuzzis and the water in this one had a wonderful scent to it. It smelled citrusy and tropical all at the same time. Francois sat on one of the benches in the Jacuzzi, putting me on his lap. Facing away from him, I felt his cock poking at me, demanding entry. He moved into me with short, hard thrusts.
“Turn me around.”
He allowed me to get up and straddle him again, both of us holding our breaths until he was in me again.
“Oh, Francois…”
He fucked me hard, with long strokes as I used my feet to balance myself over his big, hard body. I rode his cock like a man possessed. He came inside me, my cock in his big grip, my mouth clamped to his left nipple.
Chapter Five
Benny Leonard was a mess.
“Mingo,” he said. “Help!”
My phone conversations with Benny frequently started this way.
Ensconced in an upgraded business class American Airlines seat waiting for our flight from Los Angeles to Honolulu to take off, I was in a pretty good mood. We were almost home. Home!
“The FBI arrested my boyfriend. Mingo, it was the best sex I ever had.”
“Oh, sorry, Benny.” Francois’ hand massaged my crotch underneath the airline blanket on my lap. It was a little difficult to concentrate.
“They say he’s a villain…a Mafiaso,” Benny continued. “Why can’t I meet a nice guy?”
Francois liberated my cock from my jeans and his thumb circled the head under the blanket.
“What’s wrong with you Mingo? Why don’t you say something?”
“Plane’s about to take off,” I managed. My cock leaked pre-come all over Francois’ hand. He removed his hand from my lap and licked his fingertips. He was such a bastard. He’d do this three or four times during the trip and relieve me once we got home. Until then I was at his mercy. I kept my eye on the prize—a rip-roaring orgasm once we were home.
“Benny, I’ll call you once we land,” I said, ready to end the call.
“I have a case for you,” he said. “You owe me, Mingo!”
Damn. He was right. “Okay, Benny, no problem.”
“And don’t forget. The kid’s playing golf with my dad tomorrow.” He dropped his voice. “And if he could let the old man win, there’s five bucks in it for him.”
Five bucks? Hoo-ee, Benny was the last of the big spenders. “I’ll call you as soon as we land,” I said again, just to shut him up.
“Liar, liar pants on fire,” Francois teased, his hand falling across the tent he’d made in my blanket.
“You’re really gonna make me wait?” I asked.
He grinned. “Yes, I’m really gonna make you wait.” He took his hand away again and reached across the aisle to Ferric.
“This new stopwatch you made is awesome. How’d you figure out how to create the password?”
They were off to techno-land. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift away. The plane started to taxi and I was mentally prioritizing the two current accounting cases I had. One was a medical malpractice case in which I had to assess how much money a young girl’s family would need to provide round-the-clock care for the rest of her life. It sounded dull on the surface, but the case had hit me hard and I was due in court in two weeks to testify on the child’s behalf.
Her own mother, an esteemed pediatrician, had poisoned the little girl with repeated doses of coolant in her breakfast cereal. The girl had survived, but was wheelchair bound and mentally disabled. Her extended family had assumed her care. It was an unusual case and one which I’d taken pro bono. I wanted to help and my target was the incarcerated mother’s medical malpractice insurance.
I also had another case on my hands for ‘Iolani Palace. This was a job I felt equally passionate about. Somebody had left an urn on my Aunty Alice’s doorstep with a note saying it had belonged to our former ruling monarch, Queen Lili’uokalani. Francois and I had agreed we would go to Kaui where we’d traced the origin of the urn to check its provenance since there was no photographic record of the urn ever belonging to our late queen.
“Mingo.”
“Humm?”I opened my eyes. Francois was kissing the top of my head.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.” I was sleepy. I was relaxed after a long soak in the Jacuzzi the night before and some long hours of passionate lovemaking. I needed my rest.
“Why didn’t your mom ever buy you the bicycle?”
Dang. He’d just spoiled my lovely, sleepy state.
I looked out the window at fluffy clouds.
“Money, I guess.”
“Well, that seemed like the reason, but she was a nurse, a senior nurse and you lived pretty well.” He paused, waiting for a response.
“She never said. She…” Man it was all so long ago.
“Tell me.”
“She thought it was something my dad should get for me.”
I felt my face flush. Francois’ hand fell across my lap again, but not in a sexual way.
“But he left you and your mom when you were a kid.”
“She thought he’d come back.”
“Jesus, Mingo.”
I could tell he was distressed.
“And you never heard from him?”
“Yeah, from time to time. He came back once, I remember, but I didn’t see him. They met up at some hotel and had sex. He gave her money for me. It wasn’t much. I felt awful for her because he admitted he’d married some other woman and lived on the mainland…he never contacted us again.”
“She should have bought you the bike.”
“Don’t you see, she couldn’t?” I kept my voice low so Mom couldn’t hear us even though she was across the aisle playing Scrabble with Ferric.
“No, I don’t see.” Francois was indignant on my behalf and I loved him for it.
“He disappeared on us, you know. I was very young. She wouldn’t get me a haircut because she had this belief it’s something my father should do with me. He should take me for my first haircut, teach me to ride a bicycle…you know. He was a bit like Santa Claus. I got Santa later than all the other kids. That’s how I feel about you, Francois.”
“Shit, Mingo.” He leaned down and kissed me.
His hand shot under the blanket.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too.”
He toyed with me again and I hoped the flight attendant wouldn’t lumber down the aisle with her drinks cart anytime soon.
“And then he died, right?”
I nodded. “Yep. We never saw him again, but I think she always hoped he’d come back.”
For a moment, he concentrated on building the pressure-pleasure in my cock and I let the ugly thoughts flee my mind.
“You want to come now or later?” Francois asked.
“Later, when I can come with
you inside me.”
He bent his head and kissed me again.
The following afternoon, I sat in a golf cart on the fourteenth hole of the Links of Kuilima. I watched my son beat the pants off Benny’s father. The old man got meaner and meaner and suddenly, he started to win.
“He’s such a sorehead,” Ferric said, when he came up to exchange his clubs.
“Is that why you’re letting him win?”
“I’m not letting him win.”
“Good for you.”
Ferric frowned. “He just got lucky, that’s all.” He stomped back to the course and I grinned. Ferric had his father’s competitive spirit.
I leaned back, enjoying the sunshine and the special scent that comes with my island home. It smells like crushed flowers and I couldn’t believe how much I’d missed the smell. I knew that Francois was working on a security system for one of the big, fancy hotels down on Lewers Street and that he’d be home in time for a barbecue with Mom, Leilani and Mele who’d just returned from their short honeymoon.
I thought about our family and how much I loved them all, even cranky Mr. Leonard who’d stupidly just bet a hundred bucks he’d beat Ferric on the next hole.
My cell phone rang. I was surprised. Way out here, it was hard to get reception sometimes.
“Hey,” Sage said. “I was wondering…you thought about you know, hooking up again? I really want you to fuck me, Mingo.”
I laughed. “I thought it was only Francois you wanted,” I said.
“Are you kidding? I cherish you both. Listen, I’m on island for two more days. I’m in the same room. You think about it and I’ll be naked. I’ll have champagne and condoms.”
“All right,” I said.
My phone rang again and I ended the call to switch over to my beautiful man.
“Hey, hot stuff,” he said. “I love you.”
“I love you, Francois. I miss you.”
“Babe, I can’t stand being away from you. Listen, I’m gonna be later than I thought. I was wondering…maybe you and Ferric can round up the troops and we can have dinner at Legend’s Seafood. That way, I have at least another two hours and by the time you’re down here, I’ll be finished.”