Castle Roland

Somerset Farm

by Jamie Haze

In Progress

Chapter 18

Published: 1 Jan 15


Jamie Haze

Doug and Buck sprawled comfortably in chairs in front of Bucky's desk. Bucky unrolled a finely scaled plan, for such a large building. Doug recognized the title block upside down, as his fathers'. "He said he couldn't sleep so he threw this together for me to look at. He said to make notes, changes we want, and get it back to him as soon as possible. He'll put his whole office on it until the working drawings are finished, then if we like those, construction can start the next day." Bucky turned the plan around so the boys could see it right side up. "He sent these with his check for the school."

"Holy shit, that's really detailed." Buck studied the plan. "I need to get that software."

"That's a really expensive program." Doug advised without thinking of whom he was talking to. Father and son giggled with each other.

The top sheet showed elevations, the sides of the building. Doug flipped it to the left to study the floor plan, the second sheet. He looked up at Buck, who stood up, looking over his shoulder, "Damn, he even remembered the skating rink. That was the last thing you mentioned before the shit hit the fan. Do you really want a rink?"

Buck shook his head, "Not unless they figured out how to make warm ice. I just thought maybe you liked to skate, we can cross that out I guess."

Bucky offered Doug a pen. "Here, you do the honors." Doug made a neat 'X' in the middle of the skating rink. Bucky sighed, "That little 'X' just saved us a couple of million I imagine." He laughed and looked at his son, "I'm glad you aren't like your mother, she'd let them finish it, then think about how cold the ice was and," Bucky made a slashing motion across his neck. "Do you really want this basketball court?" They agreed that they didn't. As far as Doug was concerned the season conflicted with the swimming season, and Buck couldn't remember ever owning a basketball, getting a basket, or even hitting the backboard very often in physical education.

"Anything else?" Bucky asked.

Doug looked up a Buck speculatively. "What?" Buck asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Doug grinned, "Well I was just thinking. We all know you'll do all right swimming competitively in the preppy circuit, but college is a whole other ball game when you go up against all the team scholarship guys."

"So? I can still try." Buck looked pained. "We'll still be on the same team, if we need to build them a new wing on the library or a pool, I WILL be on the squad," he promised.

Bucky frowned at Doug, wondering out loud why he would suddenly bring up the subject of height relative to success in swimming competitively. Doug shook his head vehemently, "That's not where I was going. I was just thinking about you diving. Have you ever thought about diving? You could hold your own there. Size doesn't matter that much. We could," Doug hesitated, startled by realizing that he just said we, as if he was a part of the Trenton family, "well, we could add boards and platforms to one end of the pool and you could get into diving." His voice trailed off when he saw Bucky sit up and lean forward over the plan and frown at him again. "It was just a thought," he added lamely. Bucky's frowns were disconcerting.

"Yeah! I could, couldn't I!" Buck leaned down and hugged Doug's neck. "I have a whole year to practice too."

"A year?" Doug blinked, "What happens in a year?"

"DAH! The Olympics! Fool! Remember? I could make the Olympic diving team, then we could room together there too!" Buck giggled, "We'd even let the old guy down the lake join us now and then, the three of us, you, Paul and I. We'll haul home so much gold together George will have to send extra guards."

Bucky clapped his hands, leaned back and laughed with his son at Doug's befuddled look. "Doug that idea is brilliant. But instead of adding diving boards to the pool we'll add a separate diving tank. Then you both can practice together, but not get into each other's way," he looked at the ceiling in mock consternation, "There goes our savings from the rink," he laughed.

Doug protested that he knew very little about diving, and when he mentioned it, hadn't thought about coaching. Bucky waved his concerns away saying that he'd look around and find one, a good one somewhere. He picked up the pen and added a messy square at one end of the pool and scrawled, 'DIVING POOL' on the side of the plan, then a bold arrow into the pool area.

When they were finished marking up the plan, Doug sat back. "If Dad," he hesitated, realizing he'd used the familiar word when he swore he wouldn't. "If Dad had working drawings finished now, you'd still need to get permits from the County wouldn't you?" He looked at Bucky for an answer.

Bucky shrugged and grinned, "Details, minor details. If they were finished, you'd be hearing equipment working out there now."

Doug giggled as he and Buck walked the hall to Buck's apartment. "Details, minor details. I believe I've heard someone else say that." He hugged Buck closer and didn't resist Buck's little hand as it slipped into his unzipped fly."

"I think it's our family motto," Buck agreed with a laugh, then lost interest in the subject as he worked Doug's stiffening cock through the opening. "Wow, it looks like our cock is all ready for bed."

Doug looked down at himself, and slipped his open hand inside the back of Buck's shorts until he palmed the tight little crack he found there. "Is our ass ready too?"

"I'm not sure about our ass, but our pussy will be as soon as we get it out of the shower."

Doug and Buck were temporarily exhausted and sleeping. The lights on the boat bed were still on, and the plasma screen pictured them spooned together, with Doug's arms wrapped tightly around Buck. The phone buzzed. They both reached for it at the same time, dislodging Doug from Buck.

Buck moaned when he felt Doug's limpness slide away. "This better be fucking important, or I'll roll someone's head in the morning," he mumbled. "Hello? Yes, okay. Thanks I guess." He dropped the phone on their pillow.

"What?" Doug asked, sitting up and hugging his knees.

"That was security. We're being invaded. Four jet skis just hit our beach and five naked guys are sneaking up to the house to our back door." Buck yawned then grinned, his eyes snapped open fully. He grabbed the phone again. "You still there? Good," he giggled. "Let's make this a drill. Light us up! Give 'em everything, just don't shoot them. I don't imagine Will and Joe are back yet? Great wake them up, wake everyone up. Of course my father too." At that moment a klaxon horn started to blare and light poured in the room from the open windows. Doug and Buck scampered to the nearest window and started laughing at the surprised figures below them, fifty feet from the house, impaled by harsh mercury vapor light.

Morgan flopped on the sofa in Buck's apartment, still laughing at Marc, Paul, Peter and Dylan. "I fucking told you what was going to happen." He was looking at Marc. Marc's expression was pouty and only slightly apologetic. He winced when his brother smacked him on the back of the head for the fifth time. "I told you those cameras all are switched to infrared at night. The guy on the monitors can take a nap and the motion sensor alarm would wake him up if the audio didn't." Morgan added.

Marc stepped out of Paul's reach and grinned. "Well it was worth a try, but those goons didn't have to throw us down face first into the bushes and dirt to cuff us," he brushed at muddy spots on his chest, then picked individual leaves and dead grass clippings from his pubes then rubbed his wrists.

Will put his arm around Marc's shoulders. "If we were alone down there, I would have cavity searched you to take your mind off the dirt you were getting all over your pretty hide."

A smile split Marc's face. "Really?" He looked up at Will hopefully, "Well all righty then, how about now?" His hand dropped to Will's cock. He patted it affectionately and watched it grow, and grow.

Joe shook his head and grinned. "Now you are truly playing with fire," he warned. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Will's cock. First it lengthened to eleven inches then it slowly rose and thickened until it bobbed at just under perpendicular to his body. "OOPS! Too late, just never say I didn't warn you."

"Is it all right if I try it? I mean you guys are married and all, and you're always on top." Marc looked hopefully at Joe, asking permission to use his lovers cock.

Joe grinned, "Not always, just most of the time, but before you do anything, you best take a long shower and get yourself really clean."

Peter sat down heavily in a chair by himself and groaned. "Hey come on guys, I'm doing the best I can. Remember I'm new at this," he tore his eyes away from Will and settled them on Buck and Doug. "I kind of need to work my way up the size ladder, and I was thinking of getting to know my new roommates better tonight. That's why I suggested we come over here tonight." Will walked slowly toward him, proceeded by his monster, which swung from side to side ponderously as if it was looking for trouble.

Peter turned pale. His eyes crossed when Will stopped in front of him and patted him on the top of the head. "Don't worry Pete, you won't get this until you ask for it," Will tossed his thumb in Marc's general direction. "He's been asking for it," he looked back at Marc, "and if he doesn't get his ass in the shower pretty quickly he's going to be constipated for a month."

Marc took off running down the hall to the bedroom that he used the previous evening. He giggled excitedly, "Wait! Don't do anything," he called over his shoulder, "I'll be back!" he promised after switching to a good imitation of Arnold's accent.

Peter paled visibly. Will knelt down in front of him quickly and rubbed Peter's shoulder. "Excuse that, he wasn't thinking. He won't be. We scared the shit out of him this afternoon. I doubt if you'll ever see him again, so forget him." To take Peter's mind off Walter, Will nodded to Doug and Buck and grinned. "You might want to catch a quick shower yourself before you get to know your two eight inch roommates any better, both of them look kind of habit forming to me."

Peter smiled and looked down at himself. Buck and Doug grinned at him before they each took one of his arms, pulled him to his feet and led him to Buck's bedroom. Peter froze just inside the door after Buck closed it. Doug was watching Peter's face and giggled.

"Holy shit!" Peter mumbled. "Your house is bigger than some mid-town hotels, you fly around in a big chopper like it was just a car and now your bed is a goddamn boat."

Doug laughed and got Peter moving toward the bathroom. "Yup, all this shit blew my mind too at first, but you'll get used to it I guess, I did." Doug threw his arm over Peter's shoulders. "Before I met Buck here, I always thought my family lived well, you know, nice house, country day school, the Oaks Academy, but we're just paupers compared to the way he lives."

Buck pushed them apart in the shower, got between them, then put his arms around their backs. "Hey guys, you know living like this isn't all that easy. I don't remember the last time I sat down at dinner alone with just my parents, and there's always someone watching me to keep me safe. Before I started at Oaks, I had tutors. My playmates arrived in limos by fucking appointment only. Has either of you ever tried to make a friend of a kid between the hours of two and four on a Saturday afternoon? I have. Believe me it's impossible, especially when it's clear he was forced into meeting me by his parents. They hate me to start with, they're afraid of me, or they're ass kissers, or any combination you want to pick." Buck looked up at Doug and giggled. "You ass hole, you were probably the only guy in the whole fucking school who didn't know my name." Buck swung his attention to Peter, "And you, you new ass hole, I picked you, or we did, so I know you aren't an ass kisser."

Peter shook his head and grinned while he palmed Buck's ass, "So give me a break already, there hasn't been time. I hope to get around to that tonight." He eyed the hose Doug held. "If you don't mind seconds or thirds, or whatever, Marc showed me how that works already," he turned scarlet, "and if you don't, I sort of like the feeling of carrying some of them around inside me and you two can join them."

Doug dropped the hose and pulled Peter's lips to his. Buck intervened using his head until his lips joined theirs. He leaned back so he could see them and giggled. "We need to work on three way kissing, but in the meanwhile, so much for foreplay." He pushed both guys from the shower and tossed them towels. "Now I think its only fair that Douggie and I contribute to your collection before we show you what great ass kissers we really are."

There was a light tap on the bathroom door. Dylan, Paul and Morgan stood in the doorway grinning at them. "Do you guys want some company?" Dylan asked, "We want to see if your bed will sleep six."

Doug giggled, "Say what? Sleep? No way, Buck and I had a snooze before you crashed the place, now we were just planning to party with some in depth ass kissing lessons for our roomie Pete here. Marc of course is otherwise occupied, but we have it on the highest authority that he left us a little present," he patted Peter's ass affectionately, "in here somewhere."

Dylan turned around, bent over slightly and wiggled his butt seductively, before he looked at them up side down under his arm. "Well I'm packing some Pete, come to think of it, lots of Pete. I'll share him with you if you promise to replace everything, before, or after, or both if you want, there's always plenty of room for new depositors."

Doug and Paul were busy pawing through a twenty-quart cooler containing their lunch. Earlier when Buck was on the phone relaying breakfast orders for everyone to the Trenton cook, Paul quietly told Buck that Doug needed a lunch, but doubted that he'd ask for one. Buck grinned and ordered a lunch for four. The result was a cooler full of food, soft drinks and a jug of iced tea. The surface of the pool was still in the process of settling itself into glassy smoothness from their very quick noon time swim. Quick for Doug because Buck was picking him up after work and they were going to the Oaks Academy for a long late afternoon practice for the first time.

Water still ran from their hair and drops sparkled on their respective freckled and tanned hides. They were laughing together while they discussed the merits of eating the roast beef versus ham sandwiches first and Marc's apparent good condition after his first encounter with Will's monster. Neither heard the gate lock click or see it open.

"Top o' the mornin' to ye Douglas me lad!" Patrick shouted, intending to frighten and surprise Doug. He succeeded. Both boys jumped to their feet. Paul assumed a crouched defensive stance while Doug recognized the Irish lilt.

Doug burst into a fit of laughing at Paul's reaction and Patrick's response of backing through the gate and pulling it closed behind him. "And the rest o' the day to you Sir Patrick! Where are you going? Come on back in here and meet my friend and our fellow employee too, I guess."

Patrick pushed the gate open and peeked around it playfully. "Are ye sure I'm not intrudin?" He asked while his eyes traveled quickly up and down Paul's body. Then stayed fixed on it while he walked toward Doug with his hand extended and managed to crack his shins on the corner of a lounge. He reverted to Gaelic to curse the offending furniture then attempted to kick it in retaliation. He missed badly, was thrown off balance and was about to topple backward into the pool until Paul's lightening reaction time saved him. He ended up laying in Paul's arms squinting up into Paul's smile.

Paul lifted him back onto his feet. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Okay? Okay is it? Aye, that I am. I'm feelin' so okay, I was wonderin' if ye'd be prepared to catch me again so as I might continue where my wanderin' hand left off when ye set me on me feet so quickly!" He giggled and looked at Doug with one bushy eyebrow fully arched. "Didn't I tell you to take your time and pick wisely?" He paused to look at Paul again, "Glory be, an' what a rare fine stallion ye picked! Is this then your Mr. Right, Douglas?"

Paul answered, "We're just very good friends, and I'm just a gymnast. I'm Paul, Paul Wilcott and I work here on the farm this summer," he offered his hand, "and you must be Patrick. Doug's told me about you, it's a pleasure to meet you Sir."

Patrick shook Paul's hand then was reluctant to let go so Paul guided him to the table where they had the sandwiches stacked. Doug pulled out a chair and Paul pushed Patrick backward into it before he rescued his hand. Doug laughed his pleasure at seeing his mentor unexpectedly. "So why are you back so soon? Did you notice the neat pattern I cut in the lawn yesterday? Does everything look okay? Here, have something to eat, we have plenty," he pushed some food toward Patrick, then filled a cup with tea.

"Slow down lad, your questions are makin' me head ache again to be sure. It's a tale of woe I have to tell, though in truth, I'm sharin' the blame with the foockin' airoplane. I got to the airport in good time, only to discover that me flight was delayed an hour. Since jest gettin' on one of those munsters takes me some deal o' courage, off I went to stock up since I had the time to think about it. One drink led to several, an' when the hour was past, I was somewhat off the ground wi' out the benefit o' wings. I got to the gate only to find that there was to be yet another hour o' waitin'. I decided the Almighty was tryin' to tell me that I shouldn't go, so I didn't. I just went back into the city, found me a room in a grand hotel an' there I mostly stayed." Patrick winked at Doug. "As luck would have it, the same bellhop kept deliverin' me supplies like ice and full bottles, an' after his third trip an' generous tip, he agreed that it would be wise to spend his free time between shifts with me the weekend long." Patrick sighed deeply, "All in all, it was a glorious weekend if ye get my meanin'."

Doug nodded and giggled. "So you just canceled your trip and came home early. Bummer, but at least you had a great weekend, so did I, mostly." Doug frowned and explained that he told his parents and managed to get kicked out of his house, before he brightened and told Patrick about Paul, Marc the other guys, then blushed when he mentioned that he was staying with Buck and his family."

"So this lad Buck is your Mr. Right then?" Patrick prodded gently while he ate. "Glory be, I leave you with no friends to speak of, and return a few days later, an' you be fairly well surrounded with them." He punched Doug in the shoulder and looked at Paul. "Tell me Douglas, satisfy an old man's curiosity, do the rest look like this rare fine stallion? An' what of your boyfriend? Surely he must be one o' the gods come to earth for sport."

Doug blushed beet red. "I guess the guys are all good looking. You must have seen Dylan in one of his movies even if you don't go to see them in theaters. He's made so many they're on television all the time. As for the others, well you can judge for yourself. Buck and some of the others will be on the chopper when it comes to pick up Paul and I this afternoon after work." He looked worried suddenly, "It's all right if it lands on the side lawn isn't it? It's big but it doesn't seem to leave dents in the lawn at Paul's."

Patrick dropped his sandwich, and nearly choked trying to swallow what he was chewing on. "Dylan, Dylan Brockway? The Irish lad, the movie star, that Dylan?" Doug nodded. "When ye say chopper I assume ye be referrin' to one of them helicopter things an' one is comin' here to get you?" Patrick's amazement was genuine.

Doug and Paul nodded and laughed at Patrick's reaction. "Yup," they said together, then laughed harder.

"I'll be out there to be sure, but why are you flyin' anywhere, why not drive? This Buck lives too far away then?"

"No, but I have to practice and I can't use my pool at home, so we're going to the school we go to and swim there, after we drop Paul off at his house so he can get his practice in too." Doug grinned and raised an eyebrow, "Want to come along with us, if you aren't busy? We can drop you off here on the way back," he nodded encouragingly, so Patrick would agree. "You can even help, you can start us and run the timer. We won't be fooling around though, like we do here, the Olympics are less than a year away and I really need to bust some ass if I'm going to make the team. And I've decided that I am going to make the team," he said each word distinctly, "to show my father that being queer doesn't matter."

"The Olympics? You're off to the Olympics?" Patrick asked, wide eyed with amazement.

"I most certainly am, Paul is too. We aren't planning to come out to the world or anything, but we aren't hiding in the fucking closet either."

Paul nodded his agreement. "We know there'll be rumors about us. We just thought we'd kind of grin and shrug, you know, kind of, don't ask, don't tell."

Patrick frowned and looked at Doug first then swung his eyes to Paul. "If ye plan to go, then why are ye wastin' time workin' here, either of you? Tell me that," he demanded with a tone of voice that verged on nasty.

"I made a commitment to work here and I'm sticking with it." Doug answered. Then added, "Plus before I met Paul it was all a distant dream I don't think I was as serious about it. Now after I've seen him busting his ass to keep up, before and after work, he's got me pumped up," Doug giggled suddenly, "in more than one way." He added and leaned to the side and patted his ass so Patrick had no doubts about the other pumping.

Paul blushed and nodded. "I kind of think that we draw on each other. I got this job because I thought I could keep up, but now I'm not so sure since Doug has gotten so hard ass about practice over night because of his father, plus Buck and his father aren't planning to let him slide."

Patrick grinned at them both. "If it's more time ye need, then that's easily fixed. I hereby am givin' ye both the boot in Herself's name. Ye be fired, and off the clock as of noon today."

Both guys blinked in shock at Patrick, Doug argued for them both. "You can't fire us, but thank you for trying."

Patrick leaned back in his chair and laughed. "Ah, but I can. I've worked here long enough to have the Madam's ear and full confidence in her absence. I can do as I please as best serves her interests. If you doubt what I say, we'll call her in Scotland. After I tell her that like as not either of you'd miss out on the Olympics because of workin' here," he grinned maliciously, "can you doubt the outcome of this pissin' contest?"

Doug grinned, "No I guess not, but I don't like the idea of getting the boot as you call it."

"So I'll accept your resignations. Now, as to helpin' ye reach your goals, I'm your man there. I'd be honored if ye'd let me help ye anyway I can all summer as I am officially on holiday like the rest of the household. Now I'll just be off to the greenhouses and kick some serious ass as you kids call bustin' heads." Patrick stood up and headed for the gate. "What time can we expect your helicopter?" He asked over his shoulder, suddenly very business like.

Doug and Paul both pawed the small pile of their combined meager collection of clothing looking for their phones. Doug won and voice dialed Buck, while Paul gave him a giggling finger. "Hi.Surprise, it's me. Guess what. I just got fired, Paul too." He quickly explained, then said, "Anyway, we can start practice early, as soon as you can get here, then to the pool. Okay, half an hour, we'll be ready." Doug blushed suddenly, turned away and answered, "Me too. Bye."

Doug turned back to Paul and Patrick to find them grinning at him. "Did he tell you he loved you, or give you a big smooch?" Paul asked knowingly.

"Actually both, you nosy cock sucker." Doug giggled. "Boy that's kind of embarrassing if it shows. With Buck though, I guess I better get used to it."

"In a wee five minutes I'll have the useless pricks in the greenhouse stirrin' their stumps or when next ye see them, they'll be bruised and bloodied and or unemployed like you two lads. God there's nothin' finer than a good fist fight, and the odds are only four to one!" They heard Patrick's laughter through the wall, while he walked to the house.

Forty-five minutes later, the chopper touched down. They had to climb over a pile of scuba equipment and two heavy nylon cases containing Marc's new camera equipment to get to their seats. Doug sat down next to Buck and Buck immediately claimed his lap, pulled his head down and gave him a kiss which turned passionate after Buck used his tongue to pry Doug's lips apart. A busy hand between them reached into the waistband of his old running shorts to straighten his cock. Patrick sat across the isle from them and watched in fascination as Doug returned the kiss with one hand behind Buck's head, while he attempted to dislodge Buck's hand with his other one.

Patrick's seatmate tapped him on the arm. "Excuse me, we haven't met." Patrick pulled his eyes away to introduce himself and ended up speechless when he found himself staring into a pair of startling blue eyes surrounded by obscenely long lashes and highly arched eyebrows. One of the brows lifted further when he grinned. "I'm Dylan Brockway, you must be friends with Doug and Paul."

Doug heard Dylan introduce himself and pulled away from Buck. "Hey everyone, I forgot my manners. This is Patrick Fitzmorris. I worked for him at Somerset Farm. He's the guy that just fired Paul and me so we could work out more," he giggled. "He's really cool, and he's going to help out around the pool for the rest of the summer." Doug stood up after dumping Buck back into his seat. The two old guys up front are Will and Joe, they're our goon squad." For which they acknowledged the introduction with four fingers over their seat backs. "The two dick heads across from them are Peter and Marc. They're our other two roommates this fall. The goofy looking one, Marc is Paul's brother and owns all this shit in the isle." Doug lowered his voice, "And this is Buck. You can probably tell, he's Mr. Right, and he's going to be Mr. Dead if he doesn't get his hand out of my shorts." Doug sat back down holding Buck's wrist with one hand and tickling Buck with the other. "Oh, and I guess you've already met Dylan."

"It's a pleasure to meet ye all." Patrick waved absently while his attention remained on Dylan. He started cranking Dylan's arm, "Most especially you young Sir."

Buck looked around Doug. "Hi Pat! You have a strange accent, are you Jewish, or Scottish?"

Patrick blinked, recoiled like he'd been slapped and started to stand up. "WHAT?" He shouted, trying to hide his laughter and a wink at Doug.

Dylan pulled Patrick back down into his seat. "Excuse the little twerp for now, I'll help you kill him after we land."

Patrick grinned, "Aye, that's prudent I'm thinkin' since I'm told he owns this aircraft. By then we might forgive him his woeful ignorance of Ireland and the origin of me very slight accent." He offered Buck his hand, "But makin' jokes like that could result in most severe brusin' to his wee beautiful body not to mention a crimp on his love life, if it continues."

Buck shook Patrick's hand. "You're cool, just like Doug said. Welcome to the club."

"How come you were late?" Doug asked, after they dropped Paul and Morgan off in front of the field house, and they were airborne again.

Buck cupped his hands around his mouth to direct his voice forward to Marc. "We were late because the dildo photographer forgot about diving gear so he could operate his new underwater cameras, UNDER WATER!" His gravelly adult voice boomed around the cabin.

Marc raised his hands over his head and extended both middle fingers. "So sue me. I thought I had all day," he answered without looking back.

Patrick looked at Buck strangely. "Ye know Master Buck, if you was to be talkin' to me on the phone and I couldn't see ye, if ye spoke in a threatenin' tone, I'd like as not shit me breeches."

Buck giggled, "I'm a professional actor now, I think I can do that." Buck took a deep breath and closed his eyes, ignoring Dylan's giggle. They watched his face change somehow, his lips tightened and pulled down at the corners. When he opened his eyes again they were slitted and hard. He put his hand to the side of his face holding an imaginary telephone. When he spoke his voice was cold and casual, deep and rocks instead of gravel, he shrugged, "Make him an offer he can't refuse." He placed the receiver in Doug's lap and grinned, then suddenly dropped his Godfather persona. "How was that?" He asked happily.

Doug smiled and shook his head. "That was a piss poor Brando."

"That was his line sure, but that was Dad kind of. It was just the way I'd say it if some piss ant annoyed me and we couldn't reason together." Buck saw Dylan and Patrick frowning at him. He giggled again. "You don't think all the ethnic types you read about all the time in the newspapers really run things do you? Those guys are front men, throwaways. Organized Crime, with a capital 'O' and 'C' is a WASP Corporation with a capital 'C', closed end. There are only a few stockholders, and they're all untouchable. Think about it. If a Mafia dude gets caught doing something illegal he goes to jail, but if a Stockholder, that would be with a capital 'S', gets caught, say stealing a billion dollars, what happens? He gets investigated and investigated. He gets subpoenaed and he testifies," Buck snapped his fingers. "If he doesn't take the Fifth, he just doesn't remember anything about the billion dollars, and it can't be found by all the accountants in the world.

Buck bounced around in his seat, laughing as he built his scenario. "The other Stockholders are pissed off because one of them was stupid, so this dude gets fired from his CEO job, but the golden parachute in his contract kicks in and he gets another twenty million from the company he just stole the billion from. But the twenty is really to buy his shares back. He exposed himself, so he's out of the Corporation with a capital 'C'." Buck snapped his fingers, "Just like that." He frowned, "Actually if the guy was any kind of threat to me and I was a Stockholder, I think I'd wait until the heat died, then arrange for the him to have an accident or heart attack, anything as untraceable as the billion dollars. Of course I know where the money is, since I'm a Stockholder with a capital 'S', so I spread it around within the Corporation, and everyone's happy."

"Buck, you are the weirdest little fucker I've ever met," Marc commented from his seat. "You better stick to acting." He sat up suddenly, looked back at Dylan and started to giggle, "Hey Dylan, does Buck have a love scene in your movie? I want to be there for that. I love good comedies."

Buck frowned at him. "I could kiss a girl if I had to. If Dylan can do it, I can too. Dylan goes on dates all the time don't you?"

"Yeah, it's good publicity. I've banged a couple of them," he blushed with the admission. "Some of them sort of expect it. I use my imagination," he grinned, "and everything comes out all right in the end." The general laughter rocked the cabin as the chopper settled on the Oaks Academy heli-pad near the sports fields.

Joe and Will sat together quietly, slightly shocked, but relieved that the conversation turned to sex. Joe shrugged, "Bucky did say he was too smart for his own good. Maybe that was all just a lucky guess."

"Maybe, but he outlined an organization we think we work for. Maybe Bucky is grooming him and has told him some shit."

Joe smiled and shook his head. "No way. If there is a corporation and Bucky was a stockholder or the Chairman like we think; if he told Buck anything, that kid would never say what he just said, even joking around."

Will nodded, "Should we call Bucky?"

"No way, we'd be attaching too much significance to it. Let's just wait until we see him face to face and then just mention it casually, you know, like laugh about it." Joe got up and opened the hatch. He jumped to the ground and looked around before he unfolded the steps.

A small group of students collected to look at the chopper from the edge of the pad. Helicopters landing at the school were not unusual, that's why the pad was built, but the size of the Trenton aircraft was. The guys formed a chain to hand all of Marc's equipment out and pile it neatly near the steps, then, with a lot of snickers, they walked away from him and the equipment.

He looked at their retreating backs, then at his stuff. "Hey, you mother fuckers, aren't you guys going to give me a hand?" He asked almost pitifully.

"Nope. Not after you called us a name. Carry it yourself." Doug called without looking back so Marc wouldn't see him laughing.

Marc looked at Joe, Will and Patrick hopefully. They were standing near him grinning. Will shrugged, "Don't look at us we're just the goon squad, not porters, and Patrick is a guest."

Patrick frowned and went into action. "Hold it! Get back here the lot o' you. We're wastin' time. Anyone who can't carry a bit o' this junk today won't be comin' to watch practice again. This is serious business." He looked at Doug standing behind Buck. "You there, Douglas, take these two cases so you be balanced. These will serve as a proper warm up for ye."

Doug balked when he hefted the two cases. "Ah come on Patrick, the pool is on the other side of the campus. My arms will fall off."

Patrick grinned, turned Doug and patted his butt. "Doubtful lad, but they might stretch a bit and perhaps get stronger. Lead the way, off ye go and no more complainin' or you'll be doin' laps in your sleep."

"Yes Sir." Doug surrendered and started to walk away slowly.

Patrick frowned at Doug's back. "Are ye goin' to a funeral then? I had in mind a fast jog for you to build up them skinny legs as well. Now move!" he barked.

Buck giggled at the exchange and started running to catch up. Patrick blocked him with his body and handed him an air tank. "There you go lad, just wrap your arms about that like it was Douglas the fair himself. Then you be off the catch him, and run to stay with him." Buck looked like he was about to argue. Patrick stopped him. "I brook no smart mouths, run or sit in your fine aircraft until we're done wi' practice."

"Yes Sir." Buck mumbled and took off to catch up with Doug.

"And when I be gettin' there," Patrick shouted, "I'll be expectin' to see asses and splashes!" He turned to Peter, Dylan and Marc. "Well? Surely you three brawny lads can manage the rest o' this?" The three of them rushed to obey, except they were walking. "Runnin' won't hurt you three either." He nodded happily when they picked up they're pace, then started racing each other. Patrick clapped his hands and grinned at Will and Joe.

"I'll be goddamned." Will said, amazed that Patrick was able to obtain discipline in the group so effortlessly.

Patrick shrugged, "'Tis my experience that the children o' wealth are spoilt beyond reason and they'll tromp you or each other with their jokin' an' foolishness. They be kids in need o' a heavy hand when needful. Even a swift kick in the arse don't hurt more 'an their pride and then it's temporary. Come on lads young Douglas is goin' to the Olympics else ye can call me English." He hockered loudly.

They had no trouble finding the building that housed the pool because of the echoing curses that poured from the open double doors. "Shit, now what?" Will asked the sky before he and Joe started running. Patrick shrugged his ignorance and continued walking.

The summer school students, about a dozen were arguing that they didn't have to leave the pool until four o'clock, so they weren't leaving, period. Buck, Marc, Peter and Dylan insisted that the pool was leased for the summer, also period. A passing instructor, with Joe and Will, and a fast phone call to the Headmaster's office, gradually cleared and quieted the area.

All the lane markers except two had been pulled to the side so a major area was available for open swimming and two of the three diving boards could be used. Patrick leaned against a wall and just watched the negotiations and quick settlement. He saw Doug sitting on a starting block watching two swimmers doing laps in the two remaining lanes. Both wore caps and goggles and were more intent on swimming than arguing. They gradually increased their speed as their fellow recreational swimmers left the building until they were alone in the water. They touched the wall under Doug together, then vaulted up and out. Both wore matching speed suits. Their height, weight, coloration and physical development were identical.

They removed their goggles and caps simultaneously with the swipe of one hand, then frowned at Doug before they started walking slowly away. Patrick grinned when he heard Doug giggle. "Identical twins! Hey, hi. Are you guys new? You must be. Are you going out for the swim team in the fall? You must be. I'm Doug Henderson, hi," he offered them his hand as he walked with them to the doors.

Both twins continued to frown at Doug. They very reluctantly shook his hand, as if meeting him was distasteful since he was a part of the group causing them to be evicted from the pool. "Toby Fair," the first mumbled.

"Terry Fair," the second said.

"And fuck you too!" They said together in perfect unison. They turned together and moved faster toward the door like a two man drill team, but so close together they touched shoulders.

Doug blinked in surprise. "Hey wait a minute ass holes, I was going to ask you to stay if you want to practice with me." Doug looked hopefully at Patrick. "They can stay can't they?"

The twins froze in mid-step and wheeled to look at Doug, then Patrick, standing at Doug's side. Patrick hoisted one eyebrow and cupped his chin like the decision would decide the fate of the world. "I'm not certain sure you'd want them around Douglas. Such coarse language directed at possible new friends in anger indicates the need o' a most rapid attitude adjustment at the very least. Then there's the matter of their stroke. Is the doggie paddle new to competition this year?" Doug looked quickly at Patrick and saw the side of his eye crinkle, trying to keep from laughing at the twins' matching incredulous expressions.

"Couldn't they work on that? That's what practice is for after all." Doug said before he had to turn away, or burst out laughing. He judged their breaststrokes to be textbook perfect, and assumed that the other strokes would be as good.

The twins realigned their bodies, so one was slightly in from of the other with one shoulder overlapping, touching his brother behind him at their shoulders. The one in front became their spokesman. His question was brief, "HUH?"

Patrick allowed himself to smile. "On t'other hand, their names, which I assume are Terence and Tobias, the raven hair, brown eyes and fair complexions to match the last name 'o Fair would indicate a bit of fine Irish blood in their lineage." The twins nodded together cautiously. Patrick grinned. "As I thought. That bein' the case, good heritage outweighs their other shortcomins', so if ye want them to stay, they can."

A pair of radiant white tooth smiles greeted Patrick's decision. They almost ran to Doug and Patrick, still in formation. "Can we start over?" They asked together and offered their hands.

The front twin continued with a giggle. "We know talking together is disconcerting, that's why we do it all the time. I'm Toby by the way. When one of us talks we're really talking together. We think alike if we touch somewhere. If we don't touch we communicate anyway, and always know what we're doing or saying. We're sorry about telling you to get fucked by the way."

Patrick laughed, "Apology accepted. I'm sorry me self for the crack about doggie paddlin', but ye needed taken down a peg or three." Patrick clapped his hands and looked around quickly. "Enough bullshit, it's time to work. Add one more float line so we have three lanes." Doug quickly introduced the twins to everyone before they ran to the other end of the pool to move the floats.

Doug pushed his shorts down his legs, caught them with one foot before they got wet from the tiles, transferred them to one hand then hung them on a hook. The others got naked as quickly. Patrick watched them with his eyes bugging out. "Too much eye candy in here. This is fixin' to be a bitch of an afternoon," he mumbled to himself not knowing where to look first.

The twins walked back and looked around nervously, "You practice bare ass, all of you?" One asked.

Doug nodded and grinned, "Yup, but you don't have to, I mean it's not a rule or anything, just whatever floats your boat. Buck, the guy helping Marc figure out where the scuba shit goes was swimming, but he's switching to diving as soon as he finds a coach"

"Hey Doug, there is one thing you can teach me right now. Show me how you can always get into the water without splashing." Buck asked.

"Okay I'll try, but I'm not sure I can since I don't know how I do it myself." Doug stepped to the side of the pool, "First, try going in feet first, that might be easier."

"Can we do laps while you're doing that?" A twin asked.

"Sure, help yourself." Doug turned back to Buck. "Watch and think about the water liking you as much as you like it. You know nothing bad is going to happen because water is your friend." He stepped off the edge. By the time his toes touched the surface, his feet were together pointing down. His body was straight and his arms were over his body and head. He sank slowly, or seemed to, although Buck knew it only took a fraction of a second for him to disappear. The only sound Buck heard was a soft blop, like a drop of water joining a larger quantity. Again there was almost no splash. If the pool weren't still roiled from being used there would only be small rings of ripples emanating from where Doug disappeared.

When Doug rejoined Buck on the deck, Buck grinned and pointed to the lanes the twins were using, then at one of the starting platforms. Doug saw a small pile of wet Lycra the same colors as the twins' suits. He shrugged, "When in Rome, as they say, but don't be thinking nasty thoughts, not every guy we meet is gay." Doug's eyebrow shot up, "Come on Buck, I see the wheels turning. Just leave them alone. This is practice remember, 'Keep your eye on the ball'," he quoted.

Buck attempted to look innocent, and failed then gave up and giggled, "Yeah but Douggie, they're twins, not just two guys, but two bodies and apparently one mind. Just think about the possibilities."

Doug gave Buck a push, and when he surfaced, Doug grinned down on him. "Now Buck, that wasn't awful, awful good, you might want to try that again." He laughed and walked away listening to Buck sputter renewed protests of innocence.

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