Fine
Things
(A
Piercing Desire)
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Intro:
The sudden disappearance of a prominent member of New York society mystified the
city and angered the father who was one of two reasons Pierce had left
unexpectedly. The other reason Pierce had left was to escape a wife whose
thirst for the material could never be quenched, a woman who was having an
affair with his father. Wondering how he had become part of such a mixed up
world, and more importantly, wondering if he could ever find his way back to
himself and to the man he had once loved, Pierce builds a new life for himself
on the other side of the country. While he is gone, Pierce not only discovers
that his wife has become pregnant by his own father, but also discovers an
unexpected love. Pierce is now uncertain if the man from his past truly is the
man he once loved, or if the unexpected was meant to be.
Excerpt:
One last brief glance at Sutton Place and
the upscale life he was leaving by choice, the only life he had known, and he
was on his way. He was on his way to a new life, a life he had dreamed about
for a very long time, a life that would now be realized. A taxi was taking him
speedily to John F. Kennedy International Airport, an unfamiliar site to the
residents of New York’s prestigious Sutton Place, who were much more accustomed
to limousines coming and going from their picture perfect lives. He smiled and
almost laughed. A cross country flight would find him in a seemingly entirely
different world from the one he had been planning in great detail to leave for
the past three years. It seemed only minutes away until he would be secure in
his window seat of the Boeing 747 that would deliver him from his life of
emptiness and solitude amidst the very large extended family he had acquired
over the years. From his window seat he could see the vast, seemingly endless
pool of water that was the Atlantic Ocean. As the plane made its turn to begin
its long journey to the west coast, he watched the gentle waves spreading out
below him and thought of how it was the perfect metaphor for his life thus far,
a continual sea of sameness for as long as he could remember.
The younger of two boys, Pierce was unlike his older brother, Brian, who had
perfected the facsimile of a meaningful and successful life. Brian had
graduated from Brown University with the expectation of entering medical school,
only to fall more than just a little short of the required admittance
requirements. Instead, he had had to settle for the career of a physician’s
assistant, although was pompous enough to convince himself, as well as some
others, that his status equaled that of a physician. As long as Brian worked
for the dear sweet unassuming physician who cared for the elderly as if each was
his own parent, he was free to strut around as a true physician as much as he
chose. The mistake the old physician had made was giving Brian too long a leash
by allowing him to serve in his stead, a role of which Brian took full
advantage. Brian began his day not one minute before 9:00 a.m. and was on the
golf course by noon. He cared little for the elderly, and took full advantage
of his boss’ trust in him. Oh well, thought Pierce. I can’t change Brian, but
I certainly don’t have to be like him either. Their father, likewise,
considered Brian a physician. In fact, he had convinced himself that Brian had
completed medical school, unwilling to admit that Brian had screwed up during
his undergraduate days, and also unwilling to admit that his power and position
weren’t enough to buy Brian a place in Brown’s medical school. The college
would not compromise its standards by which it had become known the world over,
although its president had mysteriously died of food poisoning just six months
following Brian’s denied admittance. Pierce’s father hadn’t even attended the
funeral though he, too, was a Brown alum, and a wealthy one at that.
********
Pierce loved the morning at the inn. His room boasted an east wall that was all
one window. From this window he could watch the sun rise over the mountains
like a big bright smile encouraging him to leave yesterday in the past and greet
the new day with open arms, and an open mind to its yet to be realized
possibilities. Pierce would lie in bed and watch this magnificence, and would
then begin the day by ensuring everything was in order for the current guests as
well as for those who would be new to the island that day.
The coffee was always ready in the sitting room, with its regular, lattes, and
cappuccinos laid out in perfect order. He had no idea when it was delivered,
but new that it was always before he was up. This morning, however, the
complimentary array was being set up as Pierce walked into the room. “Oh, hi,
I’m Pierce. You make the best coffee I’ve ever tasted.” The man turned and
looked at Pierce. “Thanks. I’m Mitch. I own a coffee shop which doubles as a
wine shop. It’s good to finally meet you.” Pierce shook his hand. “Likewise.
Can you join me for my first cup of the day?” Mitch agreed, and poured them
both a steaming cup of regular. Mitch couldn’t take his eyes off of Pierce.
His body was perfect, not too thin, not too thick, and his face was also
perfect, with patrician features, jet black hair, and the bluest eyes Mitch had
ever seen. So beautiful, and so nice, he thought. Mitch was in awe of this
unassuming man. Does he not know how good looking he is? Has he not seen his
reflection? “You make great coffee for us. The guests love your brews.”
Pierce said this as he smiled at Mitch. Mitch, very self-assured, could not
help but be a little intimidated by the striking physical beauty of Pierce.
“Thanks. I opened my coffee house and wine shop on the island a couple of years
ago.” Mitch relaxed. He never felt intimidated for long.
********
“Or perhaps, you truly
loved each other.” Mitch took Pierce’s hand and held it in his as he said
this. Then he took Pierce’s empty glass and set both back on the nightstand.
He leaned over Pierce and held his face in his hands. Pierce closed his eyes,
and offered his mouth to Mitch. Mitch gently touched his lips to Pierce’s and
kissed him softly, opening Pierce’s mouth with his own. Then he kissed the side
of Pierce’s mouth, then Pierce’s cheek, kissing his neck down to Pierce’s shirt
collar, and gently pushing it open to kiss his shoulder. Then he looked at
Pierce. His eyes were still shut, and his head was leaned back into the comfort
of the pillows. Mitch placed one hand on Pierce’s neck and with the other one
he held Pierce’s hand. “Did Jeff kiss you like that, Pierce?” Pierce opened
his eyes. He was at a loss for words. His heart was beating faster and with
the touch of Mitch’s lips on his, he had begun to feel again. Mitch didn’t need
an answer. He kissed Pierce again, this time lingering a little longer, and
this time holding him in a loving embrace. Pierce placed his arms around Mitch
somewhat hesitantly at first, but then holding him tightly. It had been a very
long time since Pierce had felt this way. Mitch moved closer to Pierce until
their chests were touching. Each could feel the pounding of the other’s heart.
The gentleness of Mitch’s kisses was arousing to Pierce. He could feel his
jeans tighten in a way he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He had begun to
think he might be impotent. His hard-on was pushing against his zipper so hard
now that it was beginning to hurt. He shifted to try to adjust for this
burgeoning entity refusing to be ignored. Mitch broke his kiss, afraid he had
gone too far. “You okay, buddy?” Then he realized why Pierce was squirming.
Mitch slowly guided the zipper of Pierce’s jeans downward, with his hand
outlining what was eagerly awaiting its release as he went.
********
The pool was beautiful in the
moonlight. With darkness all around, it shared the spotlight with nothing. It
was a star in its own right. Mitch stripped off his clothes and was in the pool
in no time. Pierce didn’t feel as comfortable with open nudity as Mitch.
Although it was dark, there was enough light from the pool lights, as well as
from the moon, to allow Mitch the pleasure of seeing Pierce completely naked.
Pierce would have much rather preferred to be in a completely dark area than
here in the light of the moon. “I’ve just got to do a couple laps to loosen
up. I like to swim underwater, so see you in a bit,” Mitch said hurriedly. It
was true that he liked to swim underwater, but he also could sense Pierce’s
discomfort with stripping with someone watching.
While Mitch was doing laps, Pierce quickly took his clothes off and allowed the
warmth of the water to swirl around him as he slowly made his way in to where it
reached him mid chest. The feel of the water was exhilarating, Mitch was right
about that. The swirling water combined with the sweet wine he had had were
also very arousing. He could see Mitch’s silhouette as he swam from one end of
the pool to the other, and what Pierce saw he liked. Mitch’s nakedness was a
definite turn-on for Pierce. The roundness of his supple ass as it just barely
reached the water’s surface before disappearing beneath again and again made
Pierce dizzy with desire. He liked Mitch’s body. He had some meat on his
bones, and wasn’t caught up in his looks as so many in Pierce’s former world had
been.
With the warm water swirling
about him and lost in his own thoughts, Pierce didn’t notice Mitch swimming
toward him. He popped up out of the water and pulled Pierce to him, kissing him
as the water dripped onto Pierce’s face. Mitch’s hands moved to Pierce’s face
allowing him to kiss Pierce with a full open mouth.
********
On Friday afternoon, just as promised, the young democratic hopeful arrived at
the inn. Registered as Matthew James, he checked in and a staff member went to
get Pierce. Pierce came to the front, all smiles, and held his hand out to the
man. When they shook hands, however, and looked at each other, a look of shock
covered both of their faces. It was Jeff, Jeff from college. Pierce was sure
of it. But why had he changed his name? The man looked at Pierce, and knew it
was him. Pierce, with his brilliant blue eyes, could not be mistaken. Pierce
didn’t want to make a scene in front of the other guests, so invited the man to
see his paintings. He followed Pierce into his room. “Jeff?” “Pierce?”
Neither could believe his eyes. They hugged a usual “guy hug” and stepped back
and looked at each other. “I wondered what happened to you, Pierce. Thought
you were working for your dad.” These words cut deep, but Pierce tried not to
let it show.
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