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Crown Vic to a Parallel World: Stolen Love The third and final installment of the ongoing adventures of Church Philips
51 A Long Overdue Party: The Thank Yous
For several hours after that encounter, Shawn and I socialized separately and together. Right after Ars herded Shawn away, the Dux family surrounded me so Cy could reintroduce me to his kids and show off their growth and career successes. I spent several minutes catching up with the brothers and their extended family. They were great people and I always enjoyed seeing them.
As I finished with them and went to greet more of the guests, I took a moment for myself as I intended to refresh my horniness with another hit of musk from Shawn's briefs. I pulled his briefs from my pocket and turned my eyes to where I knew Shawn was. I wanted to watch him react to the shared experience. I saw him by the buffet. He was picking at a plate of finger food with his mother while he laughed with her and Paul.
Shawn looked so happy. I focused on our emotional link and felt his pleasure in socializing with the people who he enjoyed so much. That's when I realized I'd gone too far with my plan to fill Shawn with lust. `Everything has a time and place.' I reminded myself. I said a mental apology to Shawn with the internal promise to give him a real one when we had a private moment later on. I returned Shawn's briefs to my pocket and admonished myself to let him enjoy his fun without a head full of sex.
I almost reduced my magic output back to regular `idle' levels, but I decided to leave it increased. Shawn was having a good time and so was I. There was no reason not to share that at a heightened level. I also still planned rile Shawn up, but I figured I'd save my antics for the end of the party, when most of the socializing was finished.
With my new course of action decided upon, I made the rounds through the party and the crowd of our friends. When Shawn and Cellarius and me had planned the party, we decided to keep things light and informal. We had a big spread of food in the dining room, but no formal sit-down dinner and no speeches. The party itself was the thank you I offered my friends and family. I didn't want the embarrassment of a big production of speeches and formal thank yous, like the event was some kind of awards dinner.
As I moved through the crowd of revelers, I made it a point to say individual thank yous where I thought they were deserved. I caught up with Neb and Calidi to thank Neb for her direct participation in the rescue effort and Calidi for lending his wife to that effort. I thanked Andy and Comet for their roles. I thanked Paul and Lenis in the very few minutes they gave me to speak before they went back to being completely distracted by each other. I thanked Joe and Primis. I thanked Cass for taking my side when I badly needed it.
I even made it a point to corner Cellarius and thank him. The old man dismissed my praise and tried to tell me it was `in the line of duty' or some such nonsense. I refused to allow him off the hook. I wanted the butler to accept my thanks and praise.
"I know how much you love him." I insisted. "You were the one who first brought the whole thing to my attention. If not for your vigilance, we might not have even known he was gone, not for hours anyway. You kept it together and did your job and let the others do theirs all while I'm certain you were every bit as knotted up inside as the rest of us, probably more so."
"Sir," Cellarius insisted, "it is unbecoming for the master of the household to thank a servant."
I pointed my exasperated finger in the old man's face. "You can either accept my verbal thanks, or I can hug you. What's it gonna be?" I demanded.
Cellarius glared at finger I'd pointed at him. I jerked it back to my side. "Given just those options," he said with his normal reserved tone, "I will accept the verbal gratitude you have offered, though I reiterate it is unbecoming. As to your other assertion...as to that," Cellarius dropped his voice low, "I admit that I care very deeply for that young man. I care for him like he was my own. I want the very best for him."
The butler's dignity cracked, and he smiled at me. "Imagine my relief to find that he has acquired it. Congratulations to both of you. Thank you for permitting me a place in your household. It does my heart well indeed to see the life he has built with you."
I found the old man's words moving and almost hugged him anyway. I restrained myself because I assumed he'd be horrified by the public display of affection. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just stood there for too long. Cellarius broke the stalemate. "If there's nothing else, sir, there are many guests to see to."
I shook my head as the old man put his dignity back on. "No, Cellarius, that's all. Thank you for indulging me."
"Sir." He nodded and hurried off about his business.
I watched him go and shrugged at the futility of trying to do something nice for the man. I consoled myself that I had reached passed his frosty dignity long enough to get a smile out of him. I figured that had to be enough because it was all I was likely to get. I went on to thank more people.
One of the more amusing thank yous I issued was when I approached Altus and the twins. I moved up behind them, and their matching glitter-washed heads, while they were picking finger foods from the sideboard buffet. I poked Altus' shoulder. He turned to see my enormous height looming over him and he reacted with wide-eyed fear.
"Altus." I said.
"Sir?" He pleaded.
I realized too late that I'd scared him but didn't know what to do about it. I thought it would look ridiculous for me to take a knee in front of the boy. Instead, I opted for a temporary retreat. I took a half-step back to loom a little less over the boy and made a suggestion. "Get some food. Then join me at the table. I want a quick word with you. Won't take a minute."
Hannah, always the spoke person for the group, invaded my brain with her mind voice. "Uncle Church, what are you doing?"
"Just relax." I thought back at her.
She didn't relax, but she didn't harangue me either. I took that as a small win.
The young people got some food, chicken fingers and fries with honey mustard and bar-be-que sauce, and they joined me at the table. Their food choice amused the hell out of me. I figured that kids were kids no matter what world they were on. The three twenty-year-olds were not `kids,' but I didn't see them as adults either. I had to constantly remind myself that these three young people were well-trained warriors who, in just another month or two, would be responsible for public safety in the capital city.
I used my telekinesis to steal a chicken finger from one of my nieces and opened the discussion. "I want to thank you. I want to thank all three of you for what you did. Hannah, you and Altus went to a strange place, separated yourselves from each other, and ate up your vacation time to help me and Shawn. Leah, you endured the same separation and pushed yourself harder than I wish you would have to help us find Shawn. I owe you all.
"What you did for me and Shawn was no small thing. All three of you took time from your lives and risked your safety to help me find the man that I love. Nothing I could ever say could truly express how grateful I am. You've earned my thanks, my respect, and my admiration. If there's anything I can do for you, ever, name it and it's yours."
I concluded what had turned into a speech without me intending it to be a speech and realized I hadn't addressed Altus directly. I decided I owed him my thanks just as much as I owed the girls. "Altus, I still think you're an insolent little fuck, but you're an insolent little fuck that has earned the same respect as my nieces. I solemnly swear, that no matter how insolent you are in the future, I will NEVER make you eat your dick."
Altus goggled at me, and the twins scowled. They didn't approve of my humor. I lowered my tone to be serious and confidential and told the three what I really meant to say all along. "Seriously, though, you three, what you did was huge. Thanks. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. He's everything to me and you helped bring him back. Thank you."
The twins were gracious. They even used their voices to say, "you're welcome, Uncle Church. We love Uncle Shawn too. We wouldn't let anything bad happen to him, not if we could help it."
"Thanks, girls."
"Sir." Altus entered the conversation carefully.
"Yeah?" I asked.
Altus seemed to dig some bravery from somewhere. He puffed himself up like he had after he'd insulted Paul. I braced myself because I suspected we were getting ready for another face off. That's not what happened though.
"May I, may I...Hannah and Leah, they seem to really love you, and respect you. I thought, when we met, I didn't know what to think. Then we disagreed. Then later, you asked for help, and I figured, you know, you just needed help and it didn't matter where you got it. Just now though, that meant a lot. I'd like to, if I could, could I call you Uncle Church too?"
I grinned at the young man and offered my hand across the table. "Sure, Altus. You can call me Uncle Church. I'll even take back what I said about you being a fuck."
"Thanks, Uncle Church." Altus grinned at me.
I stood from the table and figured we were all friends. I strolled away, toward the ballroom, and felt magnanimous. I felt that everything was right with the world. I felt incredible. I went to find my husband. I had the urge to dance.
The band decided to take a break. Shawn and I parted on the dance floor and moved in opposite directions. We'd been dancing a long time. The band had been doing some pandering to the crowd. They had played dance music and coached the partiers in the finer points of dances from Earth from the nineteen sixties and seventies.
It seems that the CD collection I'd bought from the South Street second-hand music store when I was on Earth in 2025 had also come with some DVDs. These DVDs were collections of old dance shows like Soul Train, Hit Parade, and the like. The inclusion of those DVDs meant that, not only did Divided Light learn Earth music, but they also learned the dance moves that went with some of the more popular tunes from that era.
Shawn and I had done the Cool Jerk to the Capitol's tune of the same name. We'd Boogaloo'ed Down Broadway with The Fantastic Johnny C. We'd done the mashed potato and the twist as The Contours asked, `Do You Love Me?' We'd even shaken our tail feathers with the Five Du-Tones. We had an absolute blast.
As icing on the cake, Shawn had been doing his version of dirty dancing. I suspected his mood had shifted as we were getting near the end of the party. I guessed that Shawn was starting to think about the festivities we both had planned for later.
He and I had started dancing with a little space between us as we tried to match the moves the band suggested for us. The longer we danced, the closer Shawn got and the less interested he was in the `right' dance moves. By the time the band was ready for a break, Shawn had his whole body pressed to mine and his hands had started to roam.
When the music stopped, Shawn separated himself from me and went to get us drinks. I moved to the row of chairs at the edge of the ballroom to sit. I noticed Andy was seated by himself and went to join him. I parked myself and searched my pockets for something to wipe the sweat from my forehead.
My hand closed around a pair of Shawn's briefs. I had a momentary lapse and forgot what the fold of fabric was. I brought it from my pocket, realized what it was, and opted not to use it to mop my brow. The last thing I wanted was for that particular piece of fabric to smell like me.
I pushed my shirt up and wiped my face on the bottom of it, then smoothed it back down. I paused to look at the briefs I held in my hand and consider what I should do with them. I decided that since Shawn had been forward on the dancefloor, I would be a little forward myself.
I turned my face away from Andy's and jammed Shawn's briefs under my nose. I took a big hit of his scent. I breathed through my nose several times to fill my head with Shawn's rich musk. I did it until my cock started to inflate and my hole started to quiver, then I stuffed the underwear back into my pocket.
I felt Shawn's lust reply to my own across our link. I also felt some naughty amusement come with it. I wondered if I could take that as permission to start winding Shawn up again. I decided to gauge his reaction when he got back with the drinks.
I turned my face toward Andy to greet my nephew. When I did, I noticed a couple things. Andy was unique at the party because not only was his hair washed in glitter, but so was his close beard. The other thing I noticed was the huge grin Andy wore on his face. "That's filthy, Uncle Church." He accused me.
"What?" I asked with feigned innocence.
"What?" Andy mocked. "I know exactly what you're doing. As the responsible adult that I am, I want you to know that I'm ashamed of you." Andy leaned close to me to have a confidential word. "As a fellow musk lover, I'm inspired." Andy cast his eyes back and forth like he wanted to say something but didn't want to be overheard. He brought his gaze back to me and used his confidential tone some more.
"Tell you a secret." Andy breathed, then he reached into his pocket to draw out a small fold of black fabric. He held the cloth under his nose and sniffed it, then he put it away. "I always have a pair of Com's. He knows about it. It embarrasses him, but it makes him hot too. When he takes them off at the end of the day, he presents them to me like a trophy. It's kind of a game between us." Andy leaned away from me and grinned a proud smile all over his face.
I laughed at my nephew and reveled in his admission. "That's too funny." I said about Andy also having his partner's briefs in his pocket. "I have to thank you. The underwear you made for Shawn, they hold his scent so well, it's like he's sitting on my face."
I heard what I'd said to my nephew and realized to my dismay that my horniness had left me without a filter. I opened my mouth to apologize for my vulgarity, but Andy wouldn't have it. "I get it." Andy admitted. "Com and me...we're both that way. I mean, we're pigs about it. `Clean sweat,' is what I call it. I don't like unwashed stink, but we'll get up in the morning and shower, then climb for a couple hours. When we're soaked in sweat, we'll go back to the apartment and wallow in each other."
Andy finished his confession and then stared wide-eyed at me. "I can't believe I told you that." He said with surprise in his voice. "Why did I do that?"
I considered that Andy's reaction was similar to what Bem's had been much earlier in the evening. I had a flash of understanding. I suspected the unfiltered lusty reactions from both men were the result of my broadcasted lust. I admitted what I suspected. "It's my fault." I explained to the boy. "How do you feel right now?" I asked him.
Andy blurted some more truth at me. "Like I want to be folded in half and mercilessly fucked."
"That's how I feel." I admitted. "Word for word. At the beginning of the party, when I first started with the briefs, I also ramped up my magic output. My goal was just to shove more magic at Shawn, so he'd feel my emotions even stronger than normal. I didn't think about the fact that my magic broadcasts to everyone. You're getting my overflow and it's made you horny enough to talk without thinking."
Andy shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe," he allowed, "or, it could just be that we're at a party, and I just got engaged, and I've been groping my fiancŽ on the dancefloor for the last hour."
"I'm so happy for you." I reminded Andy like I hadn't already told him a hundred times. "I mean, thrilled."
"Thanks."
My curiosity got the better of me and I asked Andy a question that I normally wouldn't have asked. I guess because he and I had just shared some rather intimate details, it seemed like an OK time to ask him what I wanted to know. "Would you...it's none of my fucking business, but would you tell me what it is about Comet that does it for you?"
Andy grinned. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest in a thoughtful pose. "I love him so much. He completes me, like Uncle Shawn completes you. He's sensitive and vulnerable. He's sweet. He worries about me. He thinks about all the little things that I don't. He makes sure that I eat when I'm at work. He tells me when I work too much. He takes care of me. He's actually a lot like you, Uncle Church."
"Me?" I asked.
"Yes, you." Andy confirmed. "I work in fashion. I'm around beautiful people all the time. I've had sex with a lot of them. I've been told that I could have anyone. Maybe that's true. I suspect that it is. Com is the only one who ever made me work for it. I had to work for his attention, then for his affection, then for his body. The work made it worth it. The work made me cherish it when he gave himself to me.
"Tell you another secret." Andy leaned into me again. "Before Com, I thought I was a top. I mean, I'd done it all, but I thought...I thought I liked dishing it out more than taking it. Com changed my mind on that."
I knew what Andy meant. I loved bottoming, especially for Shawn, but I'd never thought of myself as a top. I never thought of myself as anything before I met Shawn because he was the first man I ever had sex with. I wondered what Comet had done to Andy to `change his mind' about his position preference.
Andy answered me without my having to ask. I suspected he had his power engaged and read my thoughts. "Com is BIG, really BIG. For him, finding a willing bottom was always a challenge. What he's got, it's intimidating. I think because of that, he learned to use it for maximum pleasure. When he's inside...there isn't anything else."
Andy took a long shuddering breath, I assumed as he imagined the feeling of being stuffed full of his fiancŽ. "There's so much more than sex though. He loves me. He's the first one who ever loved me, and I love him. I can't wait to be married. I can't want to put the bracelet on his wrist and make him mine. I can't wait to feel the band on my wrist and know that I belong to him. I'm so excited." "I'm so happy for you." I said to Andy...again.
"Thank you, Uncle Church." Andy said. "Not just for the sentiment, for everything. I owe it all to you."
I waved Andy's thanks away. I dismissed it like I always dismiss praise. Andy insisted. "I'm living this incredible life, with a man that I love. I'm going to get married. One day, I'm going to have children, my own children, with my husband. I'm going to have a husband and children and an amazing life and it's all because of you."
"No." I objected. "Your father, he's the one to thank, not me. I just..."
Andy interrupted me. "Uncle Church, I love my father. I always will. He taught me right from wrong, gave me a moral compass to follow. He taught me to have faith in God. He taught me to do the right thing. I owe him gratitude for those things. HOWEVER, he wasn't ready to deal with me as a teenager or as a young man. He proved that. You were the one. You rescued me. You made this life possible for me. You did that, and I love you for it.
"You and Shawn...when you showed up at the house all those years ago, you were the first gay people I'd ever met. You're this big guy. You act like a man, not like the caricatures I'd seen on TV. Shawn...Shawn was...he is gorgeous. I was so attracted to him. I'm still attracted to him. You two, you're the ones who made it OK. You're the ones who taught me it was OK to be who I am. I can never thank you enough for that. I never had to feel like an outsider because of you. You even taught me that my kink was OK."
I stared at Andy. "And how did I do that?"
Andy grinned at me with his confidential smile. "Uncle Church, I was a clairvoyant teenager around you and Shawn. It didn't take me long to figure out what you both liked. Shawn was the first man who's scent I noticed. When he taught me to climb, with that climbing suit on. He must have thought I was such a little perv.
"I used to stand so close to him when he would teach me something. He must have known why I did it. I used to wear double underwear when I climbed with Shawn because I was always hard. The way his body looked, the way he moved on the wall, and the way he smelled, I couldn't help it.
"I used to mess up on purpose so he would show me things again and again. I used to fall off the wall so Shawn would come help me off the inertia padding. When I would mess up, he'd take me to the wall and physically guide me through the right techniques. I would feel his heat and smell his body. I used to feel so filthy doing that. When I found out that you loved the way he smelled, that proved I wasn't a perv, or even if I was, I was a perv like my uncle.
"You taught me that I could be gay and still be a man. You taught me that I could be a man and still be sensitive. You taught me that I could love someone the way you love Shawn, and he loves you. You taught me that loving everything about that person, including the way they smell, didn't make me weird. You made it OK for me to be me.
"You're my uncle, but from the time you took me to the park to talk to me about being gay, you became my father too."
I great big lump of emotion filled my throat as Andy poured his heart out to me. I almost wept at the depth of feeling he exposed. I was so proud of him, and so happy at the emotions he'd shared with me, I thought my heart would burst from my chest. I stood up and opened my arms. Andy stood up and accepted my offer of a hug.
"You're a great kid, you know that?" I told Andy's ear as we embraced. "I'm proud of you, so proud. I wished...I wished so many times that you were mine, that you were my son. I'd love to have a son like you. I'm as happy for you, as happy and proud of you as if you were mine."
Andy hugged me tightly. "Thanks, Uncle Church."
We parted and stepped away from each other. As we did, we discovered that we had company. Comet was back from wherever he'd been. He moved up next to Andy. I looked at the man who was about to become my nephew by marriage. I looked to try to see the man who Andy said was so much like me. I struggled to see any similarities, but I did notice something.
The outfit Comet had on was shimmering silver with deep purple highlights. The shorts he wore had a pouch in front to create a bulge with Comet's anatomy. The pouch was empty and deflated. Next to it, and snaking down Comet's right pant leg, was literally inches of wrist-thick meat. The boy looked like he was smuggling a loaf of French bread. HOLY FUCK!' My mind shouted. That's a fucking monster!'
Andy must have still had his magic engaged because he scolded me for thinking about his fiancŽ's cock. "Uncle Church, I can't believe you."
In spite of our tender moment just seconds before, the opportunity to tease Andy was irresistible. I quickly thought up a slideshow of long, thick objects; loaves of bread, various lunchmeats, submarines, rockets, the leaning tower of Pisa, and finally a bullet train entering a mountain tunnel. Andy reacted the way I badly wanted him to. He reddened and averted his eyes. "Uncle Church...please."
Comet, who had no empathic powers, who was a telekinetic like me, wasn't privy to the images I was thinking at Andy. He wanted to know why his fiancŽ was embarrassed. He gripped Andy's wrist and asked. "Tell me."
Andy hedged, unwilling to come out with the complete truth. "Uncle Church, he noticed...uh...you know." Andy trailed off and tilted his head toward Comet's crotch several times before the well-endowed young man took the hint.
When Comet realized what we were talking about, he reddened to match Andy and tried to cover his erection with his hand. The attempt made the bulge in his shorts even more obvious because Comet had smallish hands that could nowhere near hide the whole of the problem. "It's your fault." Comet blamed Andy. "I told you what would happen if you kept feeling me up like that. I tried to make it go down, but it won't."
I felt bad for Comet's embarrassment. Andy deserved what he got for leaving that damn power of his engaged all the time, but Comet and I had a breakthrough recently and I didn't want to risk that by teasing him. "Nothing to be ashamed of, Com. I'm deeply impressed."
As I said what I said to Comet, I thought some more at Andy. `Probably not as deeply as Andy is.' Andy didn't say anything, but his flush darkened. Comet accepted my compliment gracefully, though bashfully. "Thanks, Uncle Church." He said and gave up on hiding his member. He leaned against Andy and welcomed Andy's arm around him.
I was about to change the subject when I felt Shawn approaching from somewhere behind me. I took the opportunity to increase my teasing. I squared my posture, opened my shoulders to spread my broad back out. A wave of fiery lust slammed into me in response to my actions. I savored it and waited a second until Shawn appeared next to me.
Shawn drew level with the group and handed a sports drink to me. I accepted it and welcomed Shawn back with a quick kiss.
Shawn seemed worried that my emotions had been all over the place in the last minutes. "Everything good?" He asked.
"Yup." I confirmed.
Everything was good, except Comet had another question. "What did you just do?" He asked me directly. I guessed he meant my change of posture. I wasn't wild about the idea of explaining myself in front of Shawn, but figured I'd have to until Andy came to the rescue.
He squeezed Comet's far shoulder and drew the boy tighter against himself. "Tell you later." He said.
Comet didn't press and Andy didn't offer. I was relieved by both.
"What have you guys been discussing?" Shawn asked.
Andy answered that question. "I was thanking my other dad for all he did for me."
Comet smiled up at me from under Andy's arm. "He's quite a guy." Comet said.
Shawn nuzzled into my side and welcomed my arm around him. "That's what I keep telling him."
"He'll make a great dad when you guys have kids." Andy added.
"That's what I keep telling him." Shawn repeated.
"Yeah, yeah." I said to dismiss the topic. "Message received guys. I hear you. We'll see." I wanted to change the subject and scanned the crowd for something to talk about. My eyes landed on my brother and Shawn's brother.
Joe and Primis stood near the open outside wall on the opposite side of the room. Joe pointed into the dark at the climbing wall and seemed to narrate where he pointed. Primis hung on his every word. "What the fuck is with those two?" I asked. "Joe has been telling Primis about that wall mural for over a week now. They've climbed it every day. What could they still have to talk about?"
"Yeah...uh, ahem." Andy said to call our attention to him. I looked and noticed the boy was rubbing the back of his neck with the heel of his hand like I do when I'm nervous or upset about something. "What's up?" I asked.
Andy shook his head. "This is going to sound bizarre, but Dad is attracted to Primis."
"WHAT?" I asked.
Andy shrugged again. "No one is more surprised than me, but I'm telling you the truth as I know it. Dad is confused about it. He's attracted to Shawn's brother, but he doesn't know what to do about that. It's making him really uncomfortable, but he can't deny how he feels. Primis is attracted to Dad, and that doesn't bother him at all. He's waiting for dad to acknowledge him in some way before he exposes how he feels. They're both waiting for the other to make the first move, but they're both afraid of how they'll react if that happens."
I felt my hand rub my neck in response to the information Andy shared. "Are you telling me your father is gay?" I asked Andy.
"No," Andy shook his head, "near I can tell he's bisexual. I think he prefers women, but he's interested in Primis and he doesn't know what to do about that. He keeps thinking about a story Mister Paul told him and how that may hold lessons for him. I think he wants to talk to one of us about it, but he's embarrassed because of how he acted for so long."
I asked what I thought was an obvious question. "Are you telling me your father is one of those sanctimonious closet cases that hates himself for being gay, so he takes it out on the whole gay world?"
"Yeah." Andy admitted.
"I can't fucking believe it. Why didn't you see this before?" I asked Andy.
Andy shook his head at me again. "I think he had it buried pretty deep."
I dropped my face into my hands and rubbed it savagely. "NO!" I shouted to my palms. "No." I said as I lowered my hands and raised my head. I clapped my hands together. "Party! Party!" I said with forced joy. "I'm not dealing with this now. We're having a fun party. We'll deal with the nonsense tomorrow. Right, everyone?"
"Right!" Andy agreed.
"Right!" Comet agreed.
"Right!" Shawn agreed.
Just then, the band regained the stage and got ready to start the next set. I slugged down the sports drink Shawn had brought me, then I drew him onto the dance floor for round two. From that moment and for the rest of the night, we had a great time.