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Seanday Shorts: Something to Share, pt4

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I rolled Tay onto his front, and pulled his arms above his head; his broad back expanded. "We'll start off with the easy stuff," I told him.

"Start with something easy," Chris repeated. "It's not easy then?"

"Not to begin with," I said. "Who knows, you might be a natural."

He looked at Tay, then at me nervously. He was bigger than both of us, well Grant and Chris. If I wasn't inside Grant, we'd be about the same size.

"He's not going to wake up," I reassured Chris and gave Tay a slap to the ass. "See."

"OK, so what do I do?"

"Put your hand on his shoulder," I told him. He cautiously touched Tay, then looked back at me. "Gently push against him. Think about his body, imagine that his skin is just like the surface of water." He frowned, a confused look on his face. "Just try."

He pushed on the big man's back. His fingers causing little indentations--nothing happened. Moving his hand to another place he tried again. "It's not working, nothing's happening," he moaned.

"Give it time, let me show you." I placed my hand on Tay's back and gently pushed. His body relaxed and the tips of my fingers disappeared inside. I pulled my hand free, "Try again." Chris tried again, I noticed he was pressing hard. "Gently," I said again.

He was still having trouble, so I took his hand. He snatched it away, "No-homo," I muttered and took it again. Chris' hand was on Tay's back with mine on top. "Do it slowly to begin with," I explained, "later you'll be able to do it real quick."

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Guest Post: Legion and Lover (6/6)

by Seuzz

The prickle of cool air on his face brought Vincent back into full consciousness. But he kept his eyes closed even after the towel had come off. "You get rid of those nurses," he murmured.

"It's just us," said the technician.

"'Cos this is off the books, you know."

"I know. And I'm erasing the data the moment you're out. No one will know it's you under your new face."

"Good. You hear from my man Trevon?"

"He'll pick you up at four."

"We'll be done by then?"

"It's not yet midnight now."

"Mm. I thought I drifted off longer than that. How's everything look below the neck?"

"Good. Are you ready for me to start working on your face?"

Vincent only smiled in reply, and smiled more widely at the dabs of alcohol to his jaw, chin and temple. Even the needles -- usually the part that bothered him -- prickled with promise.

Seanday Shorts: Something to Share, pt3

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"Hey! Ready for a road trip?" I exclaimed as I found him curling some weights in his bedroom.

Chris looked surprised, "What?"

"Chris, my man, I've got it all planned. We're heading for Vegas! We can head over there today, hit the casino tonight and party on Saturday!"

"Bro', I've only got $80--tops."

I unrolled the bills, "And this," I said with a laugh.

"Shit! Where did you get that?"

"Been saving, dad stumped up some cash he owed me for chores," I lied.

"Damn, you are one lucky son of a bitch."

I tipped my chin. "What can I say? Who can refuse a cutie like me?"

Chris gave me a friendly punch, then hugged me. "Weekend to remember bro'."

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Guest Post: Legion and Lover (5/6)

by Seuzz

"Ryan? Baby?" Vincent stood in the living room and called. "I got back from Toronto early, and I don't gotta go back in for a new sculpt until -- " He padded through the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom. "Honey? My man here -- " He slapped his chest proudly. "Played college football, kept in shape. Hung like a -- "

He broke off. The house was empty. Empty? It felt abandoned. Sterile beneath the faded floral scents.

Floral scents. Vincent tried to do what Tito had once suggested he do: Try to think more than three steps ahead.

The service came on Mondays, and this was Friday. Ryan was constitutionally incapable of not reducing a house to a pig sty in the space of four days. Ergo, he was out of town or at least on vacation from the house. But he had left no message for Vincent on where to find him. Ergo, Ryan was expecting to be back home before Vincent was scheduled to get back on Sunday. Ergo, Ryan was taking a vacation that he expected Vincent would not notice, and probably would not want his boyfriend noticing he had taken.

An ache opened up in Vincent's chest. His legs turned numb from the knees down as he went into the bedroom and began to methodically search the dressers, bureaus, and closets. The terrible thing was that even if he found nothing, that wouldn't prove a negative. But if he did find what he was afraid of finding --

And he found it. A box of condoms, something he and Ryan had never had in the house.

Worse, it was almost empty.

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Guest Post: Legion and Lover (4/6)

by Seuzz

Vincent thought his heart was about to crack. But with one last effort, he and Tito lofted the improvised body bag and its contents into the dumpster, where it landed with a resounding boom. "Jesus, that was one heavy mofo. You gonna tell me now how you managed to piss him off?"

"I didn't," Tito said, and bent over to rest his hands on his knees as he gasped for breath. "He's my retirement package."

"Say what?"

"Yeah." Tito straightened up. Even in the early morning dark, in an unlit alley, Vincent could see the streaks of sweat on Tito's face. "That's my new face in there. My permanent one. His data file's waiting for me back at -- "

"That fuckin' ni -- ?  Tito." Vincent seized the hair at the top of his friend's head. "You're brown, but you ain't brown enough to pass for one of my peeps."

Tito slapped him away. "You don't listen closely, do you? I told you that sculpting into another race is hard. I didn't say it was impossible. That kind of radical sculpt is for one-time shots only, like final sculpts." Tito panted a couple of times. "So you understand what I'm saying, right?"

"That you got a bad result on your last test. I'm sorry, man."

"Don't be." Tito jerked his chin at the rusted-out dumpster. "I've been jonesing after that mofo's girl for a coupla years now, been hoping for a positive test so I could retire into her bed."

"Jesus. But now my question is, if this is Company business, why didn't you get a disposal team to handle this job? Why'd you call me out when I'm supposed to be on vacation?"

"Are you pissed at me?"

"No. I just want to know -- "

"But Ryan was pissed when you left to meet me, wasn't he? Oh, I bet he was, I bet he went into a sulk the minute you -- "

"Oh, fuck you, that isn't any of your business."

"I know it's not my business, I'm just saying. Christ, Vincent, I know he's adorable, but you spoil him, and you know it. I bet everyone he sleeps with spoils him."

Seanday Shorts: Something to Share, pt2

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I told Grant's parents I'd be staying at Chris' house for the weekend. As expected they didn't seem surprised and agreed to let me go.

In *my* bedroom I packed a duffle bag for the stay overnight. Along with my normal street clothes I carefully packed a nice shirt and black pants before heading back to my own house--although now looking like my son's best friend.

When I arrived, I knocked on the door and waited. My wife Claire answered the door.

"Hello Grant," she said and stepped back to call Chris.

I stared at her for a moment and grinned. She blushed for a moment and I asked if I could talk before I met Chris. She looked uneasy, but led me into the kitchen.

"What do you want to talk about Grant?" she asked.

"You know, you're a beautiful woman," I said, being only 5'6" I had to look up into her hazel eyes. I took a couple of breaths and looked away using Grant's own embarrassment. Straightening my back, I stuck my thumbs in my pockets, tightening my t-shirt against my torso and emphasising my shoulders, pecs and abs. Tipping my head I looked back, straight into her eyes.

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Guest Post: Legion and Lover (3/6)

by Seuzz

Vincent knocked patiently at the bathroom door. "Ryan? Please open the door. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

He heard a blast of water in the sink, and guessed that Ryan was either washing his face or trying to cover the sound of his crying. "If you'll give me a chance," Vincent said, "I'll make everything okay. We'll cuddle and I'll stroke away all the -- "

The water shut off. "If you're sorry, you'll take back what you said!"

"I take it back, Ryan," Vincent said patiently.

"All of it?"

"All of it, sweetheart. Every word. Only -- "

Vincent rested his forehead on the door. How did Ryan manage to do it? How did he manage to get himself in the right and Vincent in the wrong even when it was so obviously the other way around?

He got the answer when the door opened and he lifted his head. Ryan stared at him from eyes brimming with tears. Vincent felt his heart crack.

Ryan had always had doe-like eyes. There was nothing special about their color -- brown with a hint of hazel -- but they were large and glistened every day with the laughing, innocent malice of a child. His chestnut hair drooped in a way that begged to pushed back, and held back lest it droop again. His skin was soft and smooth, unflawed by any blemish. The lips were never still -- always trembling on the edge of a smile or laugh -- and always flushed with excitement.

Vincent knew that it actually took a lot of work to keep Ryan looking like a very wise fifteen-year-old boy. The shampoos and conditioners, the moisturizers, the razors and tweezers, and more bottles and tubes and instruments that baffled Vincent. Sometimes he thought the technicians at the Company's Plastics division didn't have as many tools as Ryan, for he had the rest of his body to take care of too, right down to the cuticles of his toes.

Vincent put his hand to Ryan's cheek, and with his thumb wiped away a trickling tear. "I take it all back. I'm sorry. I was only surprised -- "