

Lee is a young man with nothing seriously good happening in his life. When Lee loses his apartment because he can't pay the rent, he looks to his friends, including his former girlfriends, for help.

Unfortunately, none of Lee's friends are able to help him.

The situation worsens when Lee loses his job too.

Lee has already met a young successful lawyer and, in a desperate attempt to get things sorted out, he turns to him for help.

However, what Lee doesn't realise is that his whole life is about to change drastically for ever... and in more ways than one!

Unexpectedly, events occur and their lives are changed forever.

So, sit snugly, relax and treat yourself by finding out what events take place, exactly how Lee's life changes in ways he could never have imagined _and_ yes, there's more ... whether or not Lee gets the help that he so desperately needs!

You never know, there may be an unexpected Lee in _your_ life...

Unexpected Lee

Part 1

by Robert Fenton

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Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2014 Robert Fenton

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents, including those based on the real world, are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual events, localities or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and purely coincidental.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 1

It was a bright and beautiful Monday morning and the light was shining through the curtains when Lee Walker woke up. He was lying totally naked in bed when he rubbed his eyes and tried to see what time it was.

It was 10 o'clock on the wall clock.

" _Oh shit!"_ he exclaimed with his deep, manly voice as he quickly got up and sat on the side of the bed and immediately glanced round for his clothes, still rubbing his eyes.

As he sat, Lee heard a noise and turned back to look.

Under the bed quilt was a gorgeous-looking woman with dip-dyed long, straight blonde hair, and she slowly popped her head out of the quilt, blinking her eyes and taking deep breaths as if remembering what had happened last night.

Lee's eyes widened wondering who the particular woman was.

"What time is it?" wondered the woman, who was also totally naked.

Staring at the woman curiously, Lee spoke. "Who are you?" he asked, "and what are _you_ doing here?"

"Me?" began the woman, baffled by the question. "I live here remember."

"Oh," said Lee as he swallowed. "In that case, I'd better get going – I'm already late for work as it is."

Lee quickly found his clothes, grabbed his faded denims from the bottom of the bed, jumped into them and slipped into his shirt; his substantially solid muscles bulged boldly under his shirt. Having put on his boots, Lee promptly stood up to leave, his well defined barrel chest clearly visible along with his totally terrific treasure trail, with a worried expression on his face.

Looking at Lee from any angle, he had a well built brawny body.

The woman gently grabbed Lee by his leg. "Oh, can't you stay?" she asked, as if still half asleep. "You were awesome last night!" she remarked taking a long, deep breath. "I've never had so much fun in my entire life," she continued, a gleeful grin gradually growing on her face as she rolled over on her bed and started staring at the ceiling thinking about last night. "We should do this again," the woman added, smiling.

"Listen," started Lee, "I had a great time, too, and as much as _I'd_ like to do it again, now ... _now_ I must really go – I have an angry boss waiting for me at work who'll be wondering where I am!" Lee explained.

Just then, another sound came from under the blanket, and it sounded like as if someone was asking _'Where is he?'_

Lee stared at the woman he was just talking to, and was thinking to himself how she could have asked that question without moving her luscious lips.

Lee's question was promptly answered as _another_ gorgeous-looking woman with long beautiful brunette ombre style hair, totally naked, was popping her head gradually out from under the blanket.

"Where is he?" she asked again as soon as her head popped out fully from under the blanket, looking everywhere for the man with whom she obviously had a good time with last night.

Lee swallowed again and was totally surprised by the presence of this other woman.

"He was good," commented the second woman.

" _Good?"_ quickly exclaimed the first woman. "Good doesn't even begin to describe it!" breathed the woman before pausing. "He's the _best!_ " she said softly, staring straight at Lee excitedly.

Lee cleared his throat and quickly put on his jacket and made his way towards the door before turning back to face the women, his eyes narrowed with thought. "By the way girls, what are your names?" he asked when two pillows were forcibly thrown at him!

As soon as Lee closed the door behind him, another gorgeous-looking woman with long, straight beautiful black hair entered the room wiping the excess water from her hair with a towel, her head tilted slightly to one side as she did so.

"Where's the hot handsome hunk?" she asked immediately as she already glared angrily at the other two women in anticipation of their answer.

With no prompt answer, the third women spoke again. "Don't tell me he's gone?" she asked with a furiously frustrated frown on her face.

The two other women looked innocent.

"But you _did_ get his mobile number, didn't you?" she asked anxiously.

Disappointingly, the two women hid under the blanket!

.....

Lee was just like a magnet; his mere presence had a sort of magnetic effect whereby he would very easily attract women!

And it was very easy to see why women would be attracted to him like a magnet ... body wise he had _everything_ to attract the attention of any girl!

Lee Walker was an extremely hot handsome hunk with short hair, striking soft bright beautiful blue eyes, sharp nose, a chiselled jaw line and a beautiful body to match! He also had a strong sexy smile illuminated by the surrounding white teeth.

His chiselled facial features even included the perfectly formed philtrum!

Lee's voice was unexpectedly attractive; pleasing to the ear as well as sweat and soothing despite being somewhat deep.

He had a well chiselled body and a strong, well developed and perfectly toned chest and muscular legs along with a strong sexy sepia six pack; in other words, a well proportioned body from every angle for endless enjoyment!

He was the ultimate model of fine health, vigour and vitality.

Lee was simply a beautiful reminder of how a good-looking gorgeous guy should be! Both his beautiful body and facial features expressing eager enjoyment _and_ excitement!

He had an extremely strong seductive and sexual appeal about his appearance, especially Lee's lean lethal looks! It was as if Lee was built with the woman in mind; built to create havoc under the bed sheet! As well as outside of the bed sheet, too!

If you looked at Lee's body, it appeared as if it was reinforced at all the pertinent strain points for flexibility, strength and, ultimately, for a deep powerful penetration!

His brawny body was built beautifully strong so that, in bed, Lee would last long ... _very_ long!

When he made love to a woman, Lee was like lightning – FAST!

It was as if Lee's body was built for optimum power and performance _and_ ... penetration, and he thoroughly enjoyed his wild mode of life!

Once a woman saw him, she definitely felt something inside her!

Amongst the female community, Lee had a reputation of being called the _'Nude Dude'_. This was on the basis that when Lee was alone with a woman, or women, most of the time he would be nude ... just like the woman, or women.

In short, Lee had the perfect package for pure pleasure!

In addition, Lee was the kind of person who rushed in to the sort of danger most people would instantly run away from. For him, risks were a part of the fun and it made him what he truly was ... made Lee feel more alive and live on life's edge.

Chapter 2

The case collapsed completely.

The prosecuting lawyer slouched where he was sat whilst Michael (known as _'Mike'_ to his friends) Wilson, the defending lawyer, let out a big sigh of relief and looked towards his client, the defendant.

Michael smiled at his client.

The defendant closed his eyes and started crying, tears flowing uncontrollably down his cheeks. There was a jubilant uproar in the once tense courtroom as people hugged each other hearing that the case had collapsed for lack of evidence.

The defendant's wife and his children were overwhelmed with the judge's decision.

Later on, Michael was collecting his items in the lawyers' lounge when the prosecuting lawyer entered the lounge.

"Don't give me that _'I told you so'_ look, Mike," said the prosecuting lawyer.

Michael sighed and stared at the lawyer. "I told you so," he still said, staring straight at the lawyer with burning anger in his eyes.

"Well, it was worth a try," quietly said the prosecuting lawyer, as he took a deep breath.

"Yes, but at what expense?" angrily snapped Michael before continuing. "The taxpayers but most importantly at that innocent man's whose life would have been destroyed were it not for his supporting wife and children." There was a pause. "Sometimes, I hate my job."

"Why?" asked the lawyer.

"Because of zealous lawyers like you!" Michael replied immediately.

The prosecuting lawyer felt guilty and lowered his head in shame.

Before the prosecuting could say anything further, Michael slammed the door and left the lounge.

Michael was leaving the court building, and as he opened the door, the light streaming in through the doorway made him blink in the bright light.

As soon as he came out of the court building, his client was waiting for him with his wife and three children.

"Oh thank you, sir," thankfully cried the short chubby client, sobbing and shaking Michael's hand at the same time.

"That's OK," Michael said quickly. "It was my pleasure."

"No thank you, sir," the client quickly repeated himself. "For us, who have not only saved me but my whole family," the client added solemnly.

The client's wife, too, stared at Michael, as she held a young child aged about two years.

Another two young children were stood quietly beside their mother.

Michael pursed his lips before speaking. "The case is finished and that's what matters."

"Oh thank you, sir," said the grateful client once more.

"No, it's no problem," said Michael.

Michael was a relatively tall man with an athletic build and thin face. He also had short hair and a sharp pointed nose.

Michael had successfully practiced law for some several years now at a small local legal practice where he was a prominent partner.

Chapter 3

It was late afternoon and Michael had just visited once of his clients at home. Michael was feeling tired, but his car desperately needed cleaning. He was very fond of his classic car - it was a stunning rare late 1979 blue Jensen Interceptor.

As he was driving along, Michael noticed a car washing site. There was a sign that read: _'The Car Wash with the personal touch'_. There was another that read: _'Service with a smile!'_

As Michael was feeling very tired and _had_ to have his car cleaned thoroughly, decided that he would have his car washed at the approaching place.

Michael slowly turned his car in to the entrance of the car wash site. There were no other cars on the site.

At the car wash worked Lee Walker.

He wore a grey sleeveless hoody, his head covered, and so his face was not clearly visible except from the front and wore matching coloured jogging bottom trousers and grey trainers.

"Wow! She's a beauty!" breathed Lee. "Now, that's what I call a car!" he genuinely said to his work colleague who was stood by him as he admired the Jensen Interceptor as it gracefully entered the small site. "She's a beauty!" he said to himself again.

Lee was struck in awe by the car that Michael was driving.

"One day, _I'll_ be riding one of those," said Lee, his colleague narrowing his eyes at the thought. "And if I'm _really_ lucky, I'll be driving _that_ car."

Lee's colleague shook his head sideways.

"On your current salary, yeah, that looks very promising," joked Lee's colleague. "Now, stop dreaming and let's get to work," continued his colleague as he tugged Lee by his arm toward the car as it approached them both. "And don't forget to smile!" he added.

Michael lowered his window automatically and popped his head out of the window.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," greeted Lee smiling as he came a little closer to the car.

"Could I have the mini-valet, please?" Michael requested.

Lee was admiring the car when Michael made his request.

Looking at Lee, Michael repeated his request. "Could I have the mini-valet done, please?"

"Oh, sorry, sir," Lee apologised quickly. "A mini-valet it is, sir. Could you just move your car slightly forward, please?" continued Lee.

Michael did as he was instructed.

Towards the end, Lee professionally polished the car's steel panels until they glowed and, when finished, he slowly stepped back admiring his work, feeling proud.

Lee had also cleaned all the glass windows including the large, distinctive curved wrap-around rear window until they were spotless!

Eventually, the car was washed thoroughly, and having satisfied himself with the quality of the work, Lee approached Michael where he was standing.

"Your car's ready, sir," said Lee.

"Thank you," said Michael as he admired the work carried out on his car. "You've done a great job! Thank you," he continued as he opened the front driver door and sat in when, after, Lee closed the door.

"If you don't mind me saying, sir, you have a great car."

"Thank you," appreciated Michael and pursed his lips before pulling out one of his business cards. "Here listen," started Michael, "I'm a lawyer; so if anyone of you guys need any sort of legal assistance, please give me a call. I'd only be too pleased to assist where possible."

Lee took the business card and briefly studied what was written on it quickly, thinking he'd never have any need for a lawyer given his personal circumstances.

The business card gave Michael's full name along with the usual contact details including a mobile number.

"Thank you, sir," Lee said anyway and Michael drove off looking very pleased with the work done to his car.

Later, when Lee finished for work, he placed the business card in the top pocket of his jacket thinking he would never need it.

Chapter 4

Several weeks had passed since Michael first saw Lee at the car wash.

Michael was so involved with his work lately that he even didn't get a chance to socialise, concentrating more on his work whilst Lee, on the other hand, was concentrating all his efforts on socialising with the girls, as usual!

.....

Lee had been issued with a fixed penalty notice for driving through a red traffic light. Lee protested to the male police officer but to no avail. Lee was adamant that the police officer couldn't have seen him.

" _Shit!"_ exclaimed Lee as he sat in his car placing his hands on his face and taking a deep breath. He had already earned himself enough points so that anymore would ultimately mean that he would definitely be banned from driving.

Lee was about to place the penalty notice in the top pocket of his jacket when he noticed the business card handed to him by Michael.

He stared slowly at the business card when he noticed something small written on the card itself – it read:

' _Your problems are my problems!'_

Suddenly, a smile slowly spread across Lee's face as he thought about going seeing Michael.

The following day, Lee made an appointment to see Michael about being issued with the fixed penalty notice for a traffic violation.

.....

"You were brilliant!" Lee exclaimed ecstatically as he left the court building with Michael.

"Thank you, Lee," said Michael.

"Did you see the police officer's face when he got caught out with his conflicting evidence," added Lee feeling extremely pleased with the outcome of his case. "I knew he couldn't have seen me," inhaled Lee thinking of the moment when he passed the traffic light.

"I think _you_ deserve all the credit, Lee," said Michael. "You were an excellent witness; you were consistent, and you could recall what happened as if it only happened yesterday."

"No, no!" said Lee. "If anyone deserves credit, it's _got_ to be you."

"I was only doing my job," stated Michael and then looked at his watch.

Just as soon as Michael finished looking at his watch, a professional-looking man in a suit approached and greeted him.

"Hi, Mike," said the man.

"Oh, hi Steve," replied Michael as the man stared at Lee and back again at Michael.

"I'm surprised to see here at the criminal courts," he said and then asked bluntly. "A client of yours?"

Lee seemed bad about being called _'A client'_ , and looked away.

"No," Michael replied curtly as if expecting such a question from the man. "Actually, he's a very good friend of mine. Lee, this is Steve; Steve, this is my friend, Lee."

Lee stared at Steve in his new capacity of 'friend' – he felt good about it.

"Lee, as you've probably guessed, Steve here is a criminal lawyer," Michael began facing Lee as Steve smiled, "but what you probably don't know is that Steve has never be able to prosecute any client that I've defended," Michael ended turning his face from Lee toward Steve as his smile disappeared feeling embarrassed.

Steve cleared his throat.

"Well, Mike, I need to be going now. Nice meeting you, Lee," said Steve with respect facing him and then turning towards Michael. "And Mike, you too," and carried on walking toward the court building.

As Steve walked beyond hearing distance, both Michael and Lee immediately started to laugh together.

"Did you see his face when you said that you didn't lose any case against him?" Lee exclaimed loudly.

"Yes. It was quite funny, wasn't it," said Michael looking at Lee.

Lee stared back at Michael.

"Thanks for not calling me _'a client'_."

Michael continued to look at Lee before speaking again. "I meant what I said, Lee," said Michael quietly.

There was another brief pause before Michael spoke. "Well, it was nice meeting you again, Lee. Remember, if you need to contact me again, you know where to find me. Please don't hesitate."

"Yeah, no worries," said Lee. "And Mike. Thanks again."

Michael pursed his lips and both Michael and Lee shook hands and left each other.

Chapter 5

Once again, several weeks passed by since Michael and Lee last saw each other at the court building.

Michael was focussing his efforts on bringing in new clients for the practice.

Lee was socialising with his girl friends so much that instead of paying his bills and in particular the rent due on his rented flat, that he fell in arrears with his rent.

The landlord had obtained a court order for possession and this was sent to Lee, but he was hoping that he would be able to save enough money to pay the rent along with all arrears; he ignored court documents and orders in the hope that he would be able to deal with the matter.

Unfortunately, due to his socialising, Lee hadn't been able to save enough money to pay the arrears or indeed the rent.

One evening, Lee returned to his flat from work and found that he could not open the door; he tried again in case he was using the wrong key – he wasn't.

His keys fell down and as he knelt down, he saw a piece of paper; it was an order for possession from the court allowing the landlord full possession of the property on that very day.

Then, Lee heard some footsteps and saw his landlord walking towards him.

"It's no use Lee," started the landlord. "I've changed the locks."

"What?" exclaimed Lee anxiously. "What do you mean changed the locks?"

"Exactly what I said," stated the landlord. "I changed the locks."

"But why?" quickly asked Lee.

"You didn't pay my rent; that's why!" answered the landlord.

"But I was going to pay it!" quickly said Lee.

"Lee, that's what I've been hearing for the past several weeks," stated the landlord. "I have to pay bills too you know."

"Come on, Jack," started Lee. "You know me – I'll pay you; you know that."

"Lee, I'm sorry, but you left me with no choice," said the landlord, pursing his lips.

Lee stared at his landlord and then sighed.

"Don't worry," said the landlord. "I've put your clothes and stuff in a couple of boxes downstairs; pick them up on your way out."

Lee placed his stuff in to his car and went to his recent girlfriend's flat.

The sun dipped behind a large cloud and a shadow fell over the street.

.....

Lee rang the bell and waited impatiently and anxiously.

"Come on, Jane," Lee muttered to himself. "Come on."

He smiled as he heard some footsteps coming towards the door.

The door opened, slowly, and Lee's eyes blinked glad to see Jane, wearing a loose, sexy night dress.

"Hi, Jane," Lee said looking pleased to see his latest former girlfriend. "I'm so glad you're in –"

"Lee?" quickly interrupted Jane. "What are you doing here?" she asked promptly.

"My landlord kicked me out of my flat, and I need a place to stay."

Lee had only finished his sentence when he heard someone's voice in the background.

"Come on Jane; the bed's getting cold!" yelled a male voice.

Jane turned her head and back again to face Lee; she looked extremely anxious, almost feeling guilty.

Lee was surprised ... surprised that his latest girlfriend having separated not long ago was _already_ having a sexual relationship with another guy.

"Lee ... I was going to –"

"Going to what?" quickly interrupted Lee, deeply disappointed.

He took a deep breath.

"Jane? Where are you?" came another shout from inside.

"I'm sorry, Lee," said Jane and then looked downwards.

"Yeah, me too," said Lee. "You'd better get inside – your boyfriend is waiting for you," he added.

"Lee –" said Jane but Lee had already turned and left.

Lee left the building quickly and sat in his car, his head hovering heavily over the steering wheel, and his hands over his head.

Unbeknown to Lee, the clouds darkened overhead.

Lee took a long deep breath and sat up straight in his seat, rubbing his hands over his forehead, trying to think clearly.

_I know_ thought Lee, I'll go over to Steve's place. _I'm sure I'll be able to stay at his place for tonight_.

Lee arrived at Steve's house.

He knocked on the door and waited. A light switched on ... it was now late evening. The door opened.

"Hi, Steve," greeted Lee.

"Lee! What are you doing here? What's the matter?" asked Steve, sounding concerned.

Lee looked down and then up facing Steve. "Steve," inhaled Lee. "I've been kicked out, and I've got no place to stay," said Lee, his voice trailing off at the end.

"Er ... Lee ... I'd like to help but you know I've only got the one room –"

"That's not a problem," started Lee, "I'll sleep on the floor; I just need a place for tonight, that's all," he pleaded.

Steve looked down and then up again before speaking. "Lee, you see, it's my girlfriend ... she doesn't like people staying over ... not even for a night."

Lee took a long deep breath and looked to one side before facing Steve again.

"I'm sorry, Lee," said Steve. "I'm really sorry," and shut the door.

Lee sighed and turned the other way to face the road. Lee looked up, and during his brief glance above, saw the clouds, heavy and dark, drifting silently slow in the serene sky.

He looked one way and then the other, disappointed again.

Lee immediately went back to his car and sat up straight in his seat and stared directly out of the windscreen, his hands gripping the wheel tight. He thought who to contact next and Kate, another one of his former girlfriends, came to mind. He quickly drove over to her house.

Lee knocked on the door where Kate lived.

The door opened. It was Kate's father.

"Hi," greeted Lee. "Is Kate home?"

"Sorry young man," said Kate's father, "but Kate no longer lives here – she moved."

"Moved?" said Lee surprised that Kate had left her parent's home. "But where to?"

"Sorry, son," sighed Kate's father, "but she didn't say I'm afraid," he continued, pursing his lips.

"Oh right," said Lee. "Thanks anyway," ended Lee and left.

Once again, Lee went back to his car and, wavering between anger and frustration, he sat in his car thinking who to contact next.

He sighed heavily.

Lee took out his mobile and dialled the number for Angela, another one of his former girlfriends. She lived with her grandmother.

"Hello," came the faint frail reply when the mobile was answered.

"Oh, hello," started Lee. "Is Angela home please?" he asked, raising his voice a little.

"Who's calling?" asked the elderly frail female voice.

"It's Lee, a friend of Angela's," stated Lee.

"Oh, right," acknowledged the elderly voice, "but I'm afraid Angela's not at home right now."

"When will she be back?" Lee asked anxiously.

"In about a week's time, I think," replied the elderly voice.

"A week's time?" queried Lee.

"Yes, she's gone on a holiday with her boyfriend, Sam."

Suddenly, Lee closed his eyes and ended the call by thanking the elderly lady.

Lee went back to his car. Sat in and took a long deep breath.

Suddenly, it started to rain. However, Lee didn't even notice as he sat silently in his seat; his thoughts more intensely darker than the storm clouds hovering heavily over his heavy head.

Several sighs later, Lee dialled another number and there was a message: _'This number is no longer available'_.

His hopes of being helped began to look remote.

It had now started raining but Lee hadn't noticed this as his worry

Lee leaned firmly against the seat and placed his hands over his face and rubbed his eyes with his fingers when he suddenly remembered someone ... Mary.

Mary wasn't one of his former girlfriends but was someone who really fancied Lee to the extent that she wanted to marry him but Lee thought that she was ugly.

_I know_ thought Lee, _I'll go over to Mary's house; she'll be more than willing to help me. I just know it!_

Lee drove over to Mary's house. He knocked on her door. A few minutes later Mary carefully opened the door.

"Oh, Lee!" exclaimed Mary. "What are you doing here?" she asked, looking very pleased to Lee.

"Hi Mary," started Lee. "I –"

Just then, Mary's father came to the door and stood beside Mary. "Yes," said Mary's father, in a clipped, cold tone.

"Evening, sir," began Lee. "I'm sorry to –"

"Is _your_ name Lee?" asked Mary's father firmly, instantly interrupting him.

Lee had never heard a voice so cold, so cruel and so ugly.

"Yes, sir," replied Lee politely.

"Mary," started her father, "Is this the man that you wanted to go out with - even marry him?"

"Yes, father, it's him."

Lee smiled.

"The one that refused to go out with you?" he asked further.

Mary looked down in embarrassment.

Lee's smile disappeared just as quickly it appeared.

Mary's father immediately shut the door.

Lee turned round and looked up towards the moon in the sky feeling that it, too, must be feeling quite cold in the sky.

Lee sighed and started walking slowly towards his parked car.

The street surface glistened having recently rained.

"Well, I guess it's just you and me then," said Lee trying to cheer himself up to lessen the loneliness left by his friends as he stared at his car.

For Lee, it was becoming a cold and cheerless late evening; he didn't seem to be getting anywhere – with anyone at all.

It was getting late now and definitely, darkness had descended.

Lee opened the driver's door, and having taken his jacket off, flung it onto the passenger's seat, sat on his own cold seat before closing the door.

Lee was now cold, hungry and thirsty and tired ... and to top it all, he didn't even have enough money to buy the daily newspaper either.

_Great!_ thought Lee.

He sat with both his hands and head on the steering wheel, gripping it firmly to channel his frustration that would eventually turn into anger if Lee's situation didn't improve ... soon.

Lee took a deep breath and wished that somehow ... someway he could get a place to sleep that night.

Suddenly, it started to rain heavily. _Can it get any worse?_ he thought to himself again.

Lee leaned back firmly against the back of his seat trying to remain calm and focussed. He took another deep breath as he ran his hands through his hair.

The rain roared down for the next several minutes and then it suddenly stopped.

Lee thought he would try just one more time to see if he could contact someone else and reached for his mobile phone. He dialled the first few digits before the phone's battery ran out.

" _Shit!"_ Lee exclaimed, reflecting his deepening despair.

He couldn't believe his luck and threw the phone on to his jacket, and it landed near his jacket pocket.

Lee rubbed his hands for warmth; his stomach growled.

He was tired, terribly tired.

Lee sighed heavily.

Just like the present night, for Lee it seemed inevitable that his immediate future was looking dark too, for when he most needed the help of his friends in a desperate situation, there was no-one to help him.

It seemed as if only darkness lay ahead.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, Lee noticed that something was poking out of his top pocket of his jacket; it must have shoved upwards as it was flung onto the passenger seat.

It was a business card ... business card belonging to ... Michael.

Lee quickly picked the business card from the pocket and stared at it. The words _'Your problems are my problems'_ resonated in Lee's head.

"No, I can't," Lee whispered to himself. He shook his head at the idea - the idea of ringing Michael. He shook his head again.

As he sat in his seat thinking, Lee felt extremely exhausted and frightened of the future.

Lee took a long deep breath.

The night was bitterly cold and sleeping in the car was not the best option. Lee didn't either have enough money for a room for the night.

Lee looked around, taking a long deep sigh.

As he watched, his hope hastily died within his heart.

There was definitely no doubt it – Lee was in terrible tight trouble ... or was he?

Lee took his mobile phone and stared at it for several minutes. He wanted to ring ... Michael. What had he to lose by contacting him? The most he would say was that he couldn't help just like his friends did.

It was worth a try.

Lee took another long deep breath. He stared at the mobile phone again. He swallowed hard and then looked sideways.

Lee decided he would ring Michael but suddenly realised that the mobile's battery was dead.

Lee, once again, leaned against his seat, his face filled with frustration.

Then a thought came to his head and he quickly opened the glove compartment and shuffled around looking for in-car mobile battery charger.

"Yes!" exclaimed Lee as he quickly plugged the end into the cigarette lighter socket.

Lee waited several seconds before pressing the mobile's 'on' button. To his relief the mobile phone began charging.

Lee let out a huge sigh of relief closing his eyes for several seconds!

He stared at his mobile phone once again and, after much thought, Lee began pressing the individual digits on his mobile phone pad with much hesitation and reluctance and then placed his finger on the 'call' button. Lee hesitated again, staring straight at the 'call' button and swallowed hard; his throat dry like cotton.

After several seconds of thought, Lee eventually pressed the green 'call' button; he inhaled deeply as he did so.

There was a dialling tone. Lee inhaled and held his breath.

"Hello?" heard Lee.

Lee froze like a statue.

"Hello?" he heard again. "Who's there?"

Lee swallowed again. "H ... hello," he said eventually in a very low voice. "M... Michael, it's me, Lee."

"Oh, hi Lee," came the reply.

There was a pause for several seconds.

"Hello," said Michael once again. "Lee, are you there?" he asked.

"Sorry, Michael," said Lee, not sure what to say next or explain his situation.

"Is everything all right, Lee?" asked Michael, in a concerned voice.

"Michael," Lee started, "I've ... er been kicked out of my house, and I have no place to stay for the night ... I've got nowhere to go to," he added.

"Oh right," said Michael. "Here listen, have you got a pen and paper?" Michael continued without any hesitation or thought.

Lee sighed deeply thinking that Michael was going to give him the address of a hostel or some other similar place to go to and spend the night.

He looked thoroughly disappointed ... again.

Without wishing to impose any further, Lee spoke. "It's OK, Michael," he said trying to disguise disappointment as he let out a huge sigh.

"OK?" Michael said quickly. "You'll need to jot down my address."

Suddenly, Lee's eyes opened wide.

"Sorry, what did you say, Michael?" Lee asked to make sure he had heard Michael correctly.

"I said you need a pen and paper to jot down my address," clarified Michael. "Do you have a pen and paper?"

"Y-yeah ... yeah, sure," Lee stammered. "Go ahead."

Still scribbling Michael's home address, a small smile spread across Lee's face.

Michael told Lee his home address and asked him to come there as soon as he could.

"You heard of the place?" Michael asked Lee.

"Yeah, I think I've heard of it," Lee replied quickly, sounding extremely relieved.

"Good, then I'll see you shortly," said Michael. "If you have any difficulty finding the place, give me a ring, and I'll come and collect you. Is that OK?" Michael asked.

"That's great!" said Lee, sounding much happy. "I'll be there shortly.

"Right, I'll see you later then."

Lee then looked at his fuel meter; it was indicating that the fuel was very low.
Chapter 6

Half an hour later or so, Lee eventually arrived at the address given. Lee stared at the driveway leading to a large house - Michael's house.

Lee drove up the driveway, parked his car, got out and stared at the stunning stucco style house.

Lee inhaled deeply as he stared in absolute awe at the structure, his eyes opening wide. _Wow!_ _It's certainly a beautiful house_ he thought to himself.

The house was situated in a secluded part of an affluent area; it was a detached house distantly separated by other houses by tall perimeter of mature trees, hedges and bushes.

_So this is how the other half live!_ Lee thought to himself.

He walked carefully toward the front door.

There were beautiful bay windows on the ground floor which had curtains carefully drawn.

The single bright lobby light provided some hope at last; for it was such a relief to finally have found and reached Michael's house at last in the cold, bitter night.

Lee carefully knocked on the door and inhaled. A light was switched on and the door opened. Michael stepped out.

"Hi, Lee," greeted Michael.

"Hi," said Lee.

"Come on in," requested Michael as he stood aside enabling Lee to enter.

Lee entered the house, stood to one side whilst Michael closed the door behind him.

"Just follow me," said Michael and, as instructed, Lee followed behind him.

One of the first things that struck Lee was the wide winding spiral shallow staircase with polished wood as he quietly followed Michael.

As he was following Michael, another feature struck Lee. Along the wall was a row of painting of spectacular and serene scenes surrounded by heavy fancy frames that Lee thought must be solid gold.

Michael took several steps and entered the large lounge. "Take a seat," requested Michael, pointing to the large right hand multifunctional sofa.

Lee sat down, feeling anxious, sitting on the edge of the sofa; Michael sat on the matching chair facing Lee.

Lee's eyes caught the colourful contrasting curtains as he looked around the large room.

As he sat, he immediately noticed there was a huge home cinema screen mounted on one wall facing the plush seating. There were also several fancy vases full of flamboyant flowers.

There was a brief pause.

"I'm very sorry, sir," started Lee. "I don't want to cause any problem –"

"Problem? What problem?" Michael cut in and asked promptly.

"I mean coming like this."

"It's not a problem, Lee," said Michael. "Here listen, I just need to do something; I'll be back in a minute. Put the television on ... the remote's on the table," said Michael, pointing to the remote on the nearby table.

"Thanks."

As Michael left the room, for a brief moment, it seemed that Lee was cut off from the world outside; the house was silent. For Lee, being all alone in the unfamiliar room was definitely the quietest he had ever heard the world before; even the room clock was quiet.

Lee looked around the unfamiliar room, trying not to feel too frightened; his eyes darted around the room anxiously, his heart beating fast. Lee was thinking whether he'd done the right thing by coming round, trying to remain focussed.

Although Lee felt anxious and apprehensive by being at Michael's house, at least for the present moment certainly, it was warm and welcoming. If anything, it offered a safe place for him to sleep from the failure of his friends.

Lee anxiously glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed it was almost midnight.

For the first time in his entire life, Lee could actually hear the fast beating of his own heart.

The silence seemed to last for so long that Lee was feeling more and more anxious as he sat and, for a moment, even thought of getting up and leaving the house but then, Lee thought to himself, _that didn't Michael himself say to him not to hesitate to contact him?_

As he thought, at one point, even his heartbeat intensified.

Such was his heartbeat that at the last moment Lee raised himself in order to leave when Michael entered the lounge and Lee sat down once more.

"Sorry about that," said Michael as he entered the room. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Oh, no thanks, sir," Lee quickly replied.

Michael sat opposite of Lee on a single chair.

Lee couldn't think of anything or what to say to Michael though it felt rude not to make any conversation; Lee certainly didn't want to be any more bother than he already felt he was by being at Michael's house so late in the night.

Michael stared at Lee waiting to see if he would say anything.

Lee remained quiet not knowing what to say especially about his present predicament.

In the end, Michael took the initiative and spoke. "So," he started, "are you still working at that car wash?"

"Yeah," sighed Lee as he replied.

Both Michael and Lee talked for a few moments longer when the bell rang.

Lee looked towards the entrance thinking that it was probably Michael's partner. He sighed heavily feeling he was intruding in to Michael's family life or that his partner, perhaps, wouldn't like him being there.

"Excuse me, Lee," said Michael. "I'll be back in a minute.

Lee pursed his lips.

Lee looked disappointed as he sat anxiously on the sofa.

After a few minutes, Lee heard footsteps and entered ... Michael carrying some boxes.

Lee looked at Michael very surprised as Michael placed the boxes on the table in the middle of them.

"I took the liberty of getting something to eat," said Michael before continuing. "I thought you might be hungry; I hope you don't mind, Lee."

"Oh, no," quickly replied Lee. "But you shouldn't have."

"It's not a problem, Lee."

"I've troubled you enough as it is."

"It's quite OK," stated Michael. "I didn't know what you liked, so I got something of everything. Here. Take what you want," said Michael.

Lee looked on not believing what was happening.

"Anyway, it'll give me an excuse to have something to eat, too," joked Michael. Lee smiled in return still stunned by what was happening.

After a while, both guys had eaten all that had been ordered.

Having glanced at the wall clock and noted it was getting late, Michael stared at Lee before speaking. "I guess you'll be tired now," he said. "I'll show you to your room," he continued and took Lee upstairs and showed him the bedroom in which he would be sleeping in.

Michael left Lee, and after several minutes, returned with several items of clothing.

"Here are some clothes that you can wear," started Michael."I know you're a bit bigger than me, but hopefully they should fit you."

Lee stared at the clothes.

"Don't worry, they're all new - still packed in their original packaging," said Michael, leaving the items on the bed and, just before leaving the bedroom, turned round. "Good night," he said, heartily.

"Yeah, goodnight," promptly said Lee.

Just before Michael left, Lee called to Michael. "Sir," he said.

Michael stopped and turned round to face Lee.

"Thanks. Thanks for everything," breathed Lee; even his eyes thankful in expression.

Michael pursed his lips and just before turning to leave Lee said, "Lee."

"Yeah."

"Call me 'Mike' - all my friends do." Michael paused before speaking again. "Oh, before I forget," began Michael, "if you need anything, just help yourself. Treat this house as your own," ended Michael.

"Yeah, thanks, sir ... er sorry, Mike," said Lee and Michael turned and left the bedroom closing the bedroom door behind him gently and quietly.

As soon as the door was closed, Lee took a long deep breath, relief written rapidly all over his face as he stood silently still. He looked around the large bedroom and then noticed a door; he went towards the door and opened it - it was an enormous en-suite bathroom.

_Wow! This guy's certainly got good taste!_ thought Lee as he looked around the en-suite bathroom.

Not only was it beautifully decorated and equipped, it included a large walk in shower at one end of the bathroom with full length floor to ceiling glass panels that made the shower extremely airy coupled with the large skylight that bathed the space with a significant amount of natural day light illumination; the shower itself was constructed under the eaves of the house. The walk in shower also benefitted from a wide seat that stretched from one end to the other allowing for comfortable seating.

"This is _really_ cool!" Lee said to himself very quietly.

Given the awesome ambience that was created, Lee couldn't resist having a shower as it was so irresistibly inviting and warmly welcoming!

Lee stepped inside the shower and turned the shower on and stood steadily under the shower head as the wonderfully warm water welcomed him; the clear water met over his beautiful body, tantalising his skin, his hands running slowly through his short hair.

Lee took long deep breaths as he stood there under the running water as it washed around him. His pectoral and abdominal muscles could clearly be seen.

As Lee leaned against one of the wide white walls of the shower, he looked happy as he watched the hot water hurled over his hunky body and down past his heavy hamstrings as well as the water bouncing off his beautiful body. Lee took a deep breath as he stood silently still under the steady stream of the warm water as it pounded his perfectly beautiful body, slowly soothing it in the process.

The warm water washing against his skin felt so good as his hands were placed on the warm wet wall as he continued to lean against it.

_Just what I definitely needed_ Lee thought to himself.

As Lee continued to stand under the shower, the water streamed down sexy skin as he came out of the shower and, having picked up his bath towel, walked slowly into his bedroom.

After Lee had his shower, he lay in his bed thinking about what had happened to him that day; Lee lay staring at the ceiling, pondering over his fate.

He couldn't believe that he had a place to sleep for the night; a most comfortable place he could have imagined – it was like sleeping in a 5 star hotel double bedroom including a luxurious en-suite bathroom.

Lee couldn't believe his luck. It was as if destiny had brought him here under some strange circumstances; where he had thought of going, he couldn't go, and the last place he could have imagined, is where he eventually ended up.

Thinking and thinking about his present predicament and what tomorrow may bring, and feeling exhausted, Lee eventually fell asleep.

Chapter 7

The next day, Lee did not wake up from his comfortable and peaceful night's sleep until about mid-day; it was the best sleep he had had ever since he could remember. It made quite a change to wake up in a comfortable bed when he was used to sleeping in old, squeaking and creaking beds.

He slept as if he didn't have a single thing to worry about!

Lee blinked his eyes several times before rubbing them as the beautiful bright sunlight came shining through the bedroom windows as he lay on his soft, warm mattress in the large bedroom before looking around.

He slowly sat up straight in bed and stretched his arms gently over his head, still blinking. Lee quickly glanced around the bedroom before leaving his bed.

Slowly, Lee made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. It was a large kitchen; the units in brilliant white contrasted by a circular yellow seating area next to the large window.

He glanced around admiring the view and eventually saw a note on the table – it was from Michael; he left without saying anything to Lee it as he saw that Lee was sleeping soundly and didn't disturb him. The note read:

Hope you had a good night's sleep! I'll be back by 4pm. Mike

Lee smiled as he read the note but then suddenly realised the time – it was now 11:35am! Lee was already late for work and quickly went upstairs to get dressed.

Having dressed, he held his head.

" _Shit!"_ he exclaimed as Lee realised that he didn't have enough petrol in his car to get to work. Anxiously, Lee looked around scratching his head and thinking what to do.

He shook his head. Lee didn't know what to do except ... ring Michael, or should he say, Mike.

Not able to think of anything else to do, Lee dialled Mike's mobile number. There was a dialling tone.

"Hello," answered Michael.

"Hello ... Mike?" said Lee.

"Oh Lee," started Michael. "I didn't want to disturb you, so I left; I hope you didn't mind?" asked Michael.

"No, of course not," immediately answered Lee. "Er ... Mike, I have a slight problem."

"Problem?" asked Michael.

"I ... er ... don't have enough petrol in my car to get to work, and I don't have –"

Before Lee could finish his sentence, Michael quickly interrupted him.

"In my bedroom, Lee, there's a bedside cabinet," started Michael without any hesitation as Lee listened attentively. "In the middle drawer, under some papers, there should be some money; take as much you need."

"Right. Thanks, sir ... er I mean, Mike."

"No problem," said Michael. "Is everything else OK?" he asked.

"Yeah, everything else is fine," answered Lee.

"Oh and by the way," started Michael, "there's a set of spare house keys in that same drawer. Take them with you."

"I will," acknowledged Lee. "Thanks."

"Right then, I'll see you later. Bye."

"Bye then," said Lee.

Chapter 8

In the afternoon, Michael arrived home from work. He parked his car. He opened the front door, and shouted as he entered the hallway, "Lee?" Are you in?" Michael called.

There was no answer.

Michael thought it strange as Lee's car was parked at the front and went slowly into the dining room where they sat yesterday. As he entered, Michael saw Lee sat on the single chair with his head down ... crying.

"Lee!" he exclaimed as he went over to him. "What's the matter?" asked Michael.

Lee looked up as he hadn't realised that Michael had returned home from work.

Lee instantly stood up and quickly wiped away his tears as best he could without making it obvious that he was crying.

"What's the matter, Lee?" Michael asked again, looking worried now.

"I ... I lost my job," Lee said quietly.

"Lost your job? But why? What happened?" Michael asked anxiously with a worried expression on his face.

Lee sighed before answering. "For the last couple of weeks, I'd been going in to work late and today," Lee sobbed before continuing, "today, I went to work late again and the boss ... fired me."

"I'm so sorry," sympathised Michael.

"It's all going wrong for me," quickly added Lee and then started crying again.

Michael stared at Lee; he didn't know what to do. He was extremely reluctant to embrace him or give him a hug of any kind.

In the end, Michael offered him a drink.

"Oh thanks," inhaled Lee and drank from the glass. "I'm sorry," apologised Lee.

"There's no need to apologise, Lee," stated Michael and then he thought for a moment before speaking again. "Here listen," started Michael, "don't worry. I tell you what, if it's all right with you, we ..." Michael hesitated, "we can go out ... if you like."

Lee stared at Michael for a few seconds to process what he had just said before replying.

"Yeah. Sure. That'd be great," said Lee, a very faint smile appearing on his face as if nothing had happened to him that day.

"Tell you what," started Michael, "we'll freshen up first and then go; is that all right?"

"Yeah, that'll be fine," agreed Lee.

.....

The shirt that Lee wanted to wear needed washing; another shirt he then picked out had two of its buttons missing; the third shirt was now too small for him.

He sighed as he looked around the bedroom what to do next.

Lee knocked on Michael's bedroom door and waited, wearing only his trousers. Michael, who was getting dressed himself, his shirt still unbuttoned, opened the door and saw Lee undressed from his waist upwards, his firm chest body and arm muscles clearly showing.

"Er sorry, Mike," started Lee, "but I don't suppose you have a spare shirt that I could borrow?"

"Yes, sure," answered Michael. "Come on in and choose whatever you want to wear; the shirts are in the wardrobe over there," said Michael pointing to the wall wardrobe in his bedroom.

"Thanks," said Lee as he passed Michael and towards the wardrobe. "And do you have any shoes?"

"They're in the next wardrobe at the bottom; choose whatever you like," said Michael, smiling.

Chapter 9

That evening, both Michael and Lee went to a restaurant to eat. They shared and discussed about their past experiences but on a more serious note, Lee also explained what had happened to him in the last couple of days.

Even at their first meeting since Lee arrived at Michael's house, both Michael and Lee talked openly about their lives including their personal private lives. It was as if they could share their most intimate secrets without hesitation or fear or embarrassment – there was an instant concrete connection between these two men – a connection that, given their personal circumstances, could only become even stronger over time.

Lee was quite curious whether Michael had any family and wanted to know more.

"Do you have any partner?" asked Lee.

"At the moment," sighed Michael, "no," he replied, "but I was seeing someone not long ago." Michael stopped as if that were the end of his story, but Lee prompted him.

"Someone?"

"Yes, I met a girl at a night club about a year ago and the next thing I knew, we were living together. I thought she was the one for me," Michael explained.

"So what happened then?" Lee prompted Michael.

Michael sighed.

"We were just two different people," began Michael. "I soon realised that what I wanted was different to what _she_ wanted."

"I see."

"We broke up shortly afterwards."

"Sorry to hear that."

"Oh," sighed Michael, "it was an amicable parting," informed Michael.

"Right," said Lee as he pursed his lips.

"Any other women?" asked Lee, still curious to find out more about Michael.

Michael sighed again.

"There have been other women but," Michael paused, "for some reason or another I always felt that something was missing, and the relationship always ended," Michael told Lee frankly as he listened very carefully.

There was a pause.

"So, what about you - do you have any family?" Michael asked.

Lee sighed.

"My father left us when I was quite young," said Lee.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," sympathised Michael.

"It's OK," said Lee. "It was for the better."

"For the better?" asked Michael, his brows contracting.

"Yeah, he always use to beat my mother – you know, being drunk and all that," explained Lee.

"I see."

Lee sighed again.

"My mom was alone for several years and then she met this guy, and before I knew it, we moved in with him," began Lee. "But ..."

"But?" prompted Michael narrowing his eyes.

Lee sighed again before continuing.

"Well, let's just say we didn't exactly get on," said Lee. "We always had rows and the worse part of it ..."

There was a pause as Lee looked wistfully elsewhere before looking back at Michael before speaking.

"The worse part of it was that my mom always took his side," inhaled Lee. "In the end, I left home."

There was a brief pause.

"I still missed my mom though and every so often, I would go and visit her," inhaled Lee.

"Do you still see your mother?" asked Michael.

"Yeah, I still see her," answered Lee, "And a friend of mine keeps me informed how she's doing."

"That's good," said Michael. "You should keep in touch with your mother."

Lee pursed his lips before having another sip of drink.

"And what about women now?" asked Michael.

"Oh, that is one place where I'm not going at the moment!" quickly exclaimed Lee, putting his hands up and leaning backwards against his seat. "No, I'm fine without them for the moment, thank you!"

There was a brief pause before Lee spoke again.

"I've never had any luck," stated Lee. There was a brief pause before he continued, "or a home for that matter," breathed Lee, "You know, something that I could call my own where I could pursue my dreams, my desires, my wishes ... you know, all the things that I've ever wanted to do."

Michael pursed his lips as he listened to what Lee poured out to him.

"Well, I say that sometimes things happen for a very good reason," Michael stated. "It's just that we don't realise it until it actually happens to us."

"Yeah, I'm sure," very softly remarked Lee at Michael's statement, even feeling somewhat resentful at the statement given his life experience but didn't want to offend Michael.

Although Michael and Lee both discussed their personal lives, they still had a good time together and time passed quickly as a result; quickly, they really became firm friends fast.

Over the years, and given his life experience, Lee had firmly formed the opinion that he was never encouraged in life by anyone, or that anything that he had done was ever celebrated. Lee never felt secure around those around him or in life general.

In addition, Lee never felt that he was wanted.

Lee felt that he was always pretending to be someone who he wasn't - always having to please others.

More importantly, and what ultimately mattered to Lee the most, was the fact that he felt he was never loved by anyone, not even by his own parents.

Eventually, they left the restaurant and returned home and were sat in the lounge drinking.

Chapter 10

"I was disappointed you contacted me," Michael said, staring seriously straight at Lee.

Lee's eyes immediately widened; he was starkly surprised at what Michael had just said, and deeply disappointed.

"Mike," he started, "I don't want to be any trouble; I'll leave tonight if you want."

Michael was surprised at what Lee himself had now said and continued.

"As I was saying, Lee," inhaled Michael whilst Lee stared at him still stunned at what he had heard, "I was disappointed you contacted me _last_."

Lee, when he heard the word _'last'_ , felt a huge sense of relief run through his entire body, and realised that he had misunderstood Michael.

Lee quickly attempted to explain.

"No, it wasn't anything like that," quickly said Lee. "I didn't want to trouble you. Honestly."

"It's OK," said Michael. "You're here now, and I suppose that's what matters."

"I'll look for another apartment as soon as I can," said Lee.

Michael stared at Lee with a disappointed look on his face as soon as he heard what Lee had just said.

"Here listen, Lee," started Michael, "I _really_ don't mind you staying here ...," he continued as he looked down and then up again at Lee and inhaled deeply. "It's ... it's good having company round here."

Lee stared at Michael and pursed his lips.

Chapter 11

A few days later, Lee went out for the evening. He hadn't taken his car so that if he was too drunk, he could return home by taxi.

And that's exactly what happened ... Lee had become very drunk that he was dropped off at home in a taxi.

The taxi driver knocked on the door bell whilst struggling to keep Lee standing steadily next to him and at one point, almost about to fall over.

Michael opened the door.

"Evening, sir," said the taxi driver. "I'm afraid this young man's had a bit too much to drink this evening; he's even been sick in the car," said the taxi driver as he looked behind at his taxi and then back again at Michael.

"Oh, right," said Michael. "I'll take him."

Michael steadily grabbed hold of Lee placing his own arm around Lee's waist and another round his neck and taking Lee's arm over his shoulder. _He's quite a heavy hunk!_ thought Michael as he studied himself with Lee beside him.

"I see what you mean," said Michael as he smelt the strong alcohol emanating from him and the seriously stinking sick smell.

The taxi driver cleared his throat for the taxi fare.

"Oh, yes. Sorry," said Michael and then took out some money from his back pocket. "Here, take this; this should be enough for the fair, to get your cleaned thoroughly _and_ for any inconvenience," Michael emphasised when handing the money over.

"Thank you, sir," said the taxi driver pleasantly as he accepted the notes given to him by Michael, smiling.

"Thanks," Michael said again and the taxi driver left.

Michael brought Lee into the house and shut the door behind him.

As best he could, Michael heaved him to his bedroom by holding him with his arms.

With each and every step he took, Lee seemed heavier, but Michael concentrated on putting one foot firmly in front of the other.

"Almost there!" Michael said to himself as he continued up the last few remaining steps of the staircase.

Eventually, Michael brought Lee to his bedroom and walked unsteadily towards Lee's bed. Michael lifted the bed's blanket and, with a loud groan, he hoisted Lee on to the side of his bed and then gradually laid Lee on his side on the bed.

Suddenly, Lee gazed around as if he was trying to make out where he was, but Michael could clearly see that his eyes weren't focussing properly, and Lee lay back in his bed.

The sick smelt disgusting and Michael decided, reluctantly, to change Lee's clothes.

Michael took off Lee's shoes and socks first and then stared at Lee; he lay on the bed without moving much. Michael sighed and gradually took Lee's jacket off followed by undoing his shirt buttons and slipping the shirt off from his body.

Lee had a terrifically tantalising torso!

His well defined and rippled chest came in to full view. Lee's pectoral and abdominal muscles were fully formed and firm. His abdominal muscles were so chiselled that women could almost cut themselves on them!

Michael stared at Lee and then noted that he needed to take Lee's trousers off. Michael stood still staring straight at Lee, wondering whether he should take his trousers off or not.

Michael felt reluctant to do this but the smell was too much and, in the end, after much deliberation, decided to take Lee's trousers off.

Michael carefully undid the trouser belt and, very slowly and steadily, pulled the zip down. Then, Michael went towards the bottom end of the bed and pulled Lee's trousers off, steadying himself in the process as they slipped off.

Having taken Lee's trousers off, Michael realised that he was wearing tight fitting underwear that clearly defined every curve of his cock - even in its present soft 'sleepy' state, it was still solid!

It was so huge that it was hard to hide!

It stared silently at Michael!

Lee's cock was already an incredible several inches in length!

Michael hadn't seen a cock that big in his entire life and was shocked by the sheer size of it, moving back in amazement blinking his eyes as he saw it!

Just then, Lee muttered something.

"Mike," Lee started and Michael stepped back a little and listened. "Mike, you're a great guy," continued Lee, his head moving to one side. "You're a very kind man, and ... I like you very much for that," Lee ended as his head fell sluggishly to one side.

Michael listened but Lee didn't say anything further.

He continued to stare at Lee as he lay peacefully in his comfortable bed.

After a while, Michael lifted his eyes from a long, deep intense glance at Lee, taking a deep breath in the process.

Eventually, Michael settled Lee in his bed and quietly left the bedroom.
Chapter 12

The next morning, Michael peered into Lee's bedroom, and saw that he was still sleeping. He closed the door and left the house for work.

That day Michael returned from work and found Lee in the kitchen having a drink looking the other way. Lee was wearing a sweat stained tight muscle shirt along with cut-off blue faded denim shorts revealing his gorgeous glutes, cool calves and heavy hamstrings.

"Hi," said Michael.

Lee turned round.

"Oh, hi," said Lee, revealing his quality quads.

"Want a drink?" asked Lee.

"Yes, thanks," replied Michael as he leaned against the kitchen worktop edge.

Lee handed a drink to Michael before speaking.

"I'm sorry about last night," said Lee, embarrassed by his arrival at home in a drunken state last night.

"No worries," said Michael. "Don't worry about it."

"Michael," Lee started, his eyes narrowing, "I know I can't recall much of what happened yesterday night, but I'm pretty sure I was fully dressed when I came home last night."

"Yes, you were fully dressed," answered Michael. "Why, what's the matter?"

"It's ... it's just that when I woke up this morning, I wasn't wearing anything except my underwear," Lee stated.

"Your clothes were dirty and _seriously_ stank with sick, so I had to change them."

" _You_ changed them?" Lee exclaimed quickly, his eyes popping wide open.

"You didn't want the taxi driver to change them, did you?" asked Michael promptly.

"No, no, of course not!" Lee said quickly.

"Anyway," Michael said as he stared at Lee, "you don't have anything that I don't have. Mind you," Michael inhaled before continuing, "you do have a beautiful body – you should look after it," Michael suggested.

Lee stared at Michael.

"Here listen," Michael began, "I have a membership at a nearby health and fitness centre. I don't get much chance to use it these days. Why don't you take advantage of it?"

"Yeah. Sounds good."

"Right, I'll give you the membership card, and I'll ring the owner to let him know that instead of me you'll be coming."

"Thanks."

Michael was about to leave the kitchen when he remembered something.

"Lee?" Michael began.

"Yeah, Mike?"

"When you came home last night," Michael continued, "do you remember saying anything?"

Instantly, Lee's facial expression looked worried.

"Mike, if I said anything wrong or anything," said Lee raising his hands at his sides, "I'm very sorry; I was drunk ... I didn't mean it –"

Michael quickly cut in. "No, it's OK; you didn't say anything like that."

"Oh, that's all right then," said Lee as he let out a sigh of relief.

Michael left the house and Lee leaned against the tabletop, his head hanging down.

"Phew!" Lee sighed heavily. "That was close!" he quietly muttered to himself, his hands covering his face.
Chapter 13

A few days later Michael returned home from the office and entered the house.

"Lee?" he called, placing his brief case on the table and then walked towards the lounge and saw Lee watching television, his legs comfortably stretched out on the sofa, enjoying the programme being screened on the television.

"Hi Lee," greeted Michael, as he sat down on the single sofa facing Lee, who was wearing only his thin thong, exposing his lean lithesome body and rippled chest as well as his clearly definitive visible V-line!

As soon as Lee saw Michael, he quickly sat up straight and lowered the television volume before speaking.

"Oh, hi Mike!" greeted Lee. "You look as if you could do with a drink. Here. Take this," said Lee as he threw a cool drink can towards Michael.

"Thanks," said Michael as he caught it carefully.

"No, I should be thanking you," said Lee, looking pleased.

"Thanking me?" said Michael, looking baffled at Lee's statement.

"Yeah, thanking you," began Lee. "I went to that health club you were telling me about."

"Oh, right. That one. So, how was it?" asked Michael.

"It was great!" exclaimed Lee. "Just great!"

"That's good!" said Michael, sounding pleased.

"I got my muscles all worked out," said Lee, admiring his body as he flexed his mean, lean muscles.

Michael looked at Lee.

"Nice pecs!" he remarked.

"Thanks! And thanks to you, I was able to get rid of the fat."

Michael tilted his head slightly, baffled whether Lee _had_ any fat on him. "I didn't think you had any," stated Michael.

"No, I still have some," said Lee as he continued to admire his muscles, when a thought came to him, and he stared back at Michael.

"The owner, Mike?" began Lee. "What's his name?"

"Jackson."

"Yeah, Jackson ... he's cool ... I mean really cool!" stated Lee. "I like him a lot. You know, he personally showed me all round his place," stated Lee. "And do you know what?"

"What?"

"He thinks very highly of you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really," echoed Lee.

"What did he say?"

"He said that you're a great guy, and which is why I really like him a lot! He has so much respect for you!"

"Yes, he's a good man," agreed Michael. "Actually, he's one of my clients; I deal with all his legal matters."

There was a brief pause.

"But er ..."

"But what?" asked Michael.

"It would have been better if ... if you were there too," stated Lee.

"Not a problem," started Michael without the need to think first. "Next time you're going, let me know, and we'll go together – I'll get a membership in your name, too."

"Cool! I'd like that very much," said Lee excitedly and smiling.

"Here. You hungry?" asked Michael.

"I am if you are!" replied Lee.

"I'm _starving_!" said Michael. "Come on then, let's go out and eat."

"Sounds great to me!"
Chapter 14

It was a Saturday morning and Lee was awakened by noises coming from downstairs.

Lee got up and came downstairs to see where the noises were coming from and what was happening, as usual, wearing only his thin thong.

Lee followed the direction of the noise and eventually entered the kitchen and saw Michael's head in the cabinet under the sink.

Lee stood and watched Michael.

"Michael?" said Lee trying to get his attention.

"Ouch!" Michael let out a cry as he banged his head against the top of the cabinet frame as he heard Lee's voice.

Michael popped his head from under the sink holding a wrench in his hand, his face covered with dust.

Just as he turned round to explain, and without checking it first, the water burst! Michael placed his hand in front of himself trying to stop the water!

As he watched, Lee tried not to laugh louder.

Lee sensed that Michael didn't know what to do as he didn't have a clue!

Lee quickly walked towards Michael and moved Michael aside so that the water wouldn't flood the floor and the situation become worse than before!

"Here, let me look," said Lee as he quickly grabbed the wrench and started turning it tightly.

After a few tight twists and turns, and satisfied that he had done the job properly, Lee stood up and handed the wrench back to Michael.

"I think that'll do the job!" said Lee as he walked back out of the kitchen.
Chapter 15

Several days had passed and Michael noticed that Lee was wearing certain clothes very often suggesting that he didn't have enough as well as tatty worn out trainers suggesting that he only had one pair and no shoes.

Michael decided that he would take Lee shopping to get some more clothes and footwear for him.

The only problem was he didn't want Lee to feel that that was what Lee needed ... clothes and footwear!

.....

Michael had already got up and was having his breakfast in the kitchen. Lee must have smelt the fresh taste of morning breakfast.

"Morning, Mike," said Lee as he entered the kitchen, wearing only his thin thong underwear, the outline of his colossal cock clearly visible, and scratching his head.

"Oh morning, Lee," replied Michael, raising his eyes from his breakfast and facing him.

Michael's eyebrow rose.

"What!" exclaimed Lee as he caught glimpse of Michael's unexpected expression. "You yourself said I didn't have anything that you didn't!" pointed out Lee.

"I didn't say anything, Lee!" quickly said Michael, smiling.

"You didn't need to!"

"Oh, come on and sit down, Lee," suggested Michael, still smiling.

Lee took a few steps and sat on a chair.

"That smells nice."

"There's some more if you like," stated Michael. "I wasn't sure when you were going to wake up."

"Oh great!" said Lee and went over to choose his breakfast.

Michael stared at Lee. "Lee?" he started.

"Yeah?" Lee acknowledged Michael without looking back, whilst choosing his breakfast.

"I need to get some stuff ... you know, some clothes and shoes, and I'm wondering whether er ... you'd like to come too?" asked Michael, his voice trailing off.

Lee turned round to face Michael whilst eating from his toasted bread. He thought for a moment.

"Yeah. That'd be great."

Michael smiled immediately.

"Michael?" said Lee.

"Yes, Lee. What's the matter?" he asked.

Lee looked as if he was in pain. "Any chance I can er ... drive your car?" he asked, his teeth biting his bottom lip, and his eyes narrowing.

"If you give me one moment, I need to do something," said Michael in reply and went in the dining room. He picked out a folder, lifted the telephone and dialled a number.

There was a dialling tone.

"Hello," came the friendly reply.

"Good morning," started Michael. "I want to change my car policy."

By this time, Lee stood outside the dining room his back pressed against the wall, listening as he wanted to know why Michael couldn't give him an instant answer.

Lee wasn't sure and couldn't understand why he couldn't give him a straight answer.

"I need to include an additional driver aged 26 years with a full driver's license."

Lee heard that Michael was giving answers to certain questions and in particular about himself.

"How much money did you say?" asked Michael. "That's fine; as long as I can get him insured, that's what important."

As soon as Lee heard those few words, inhaling, he leaned firmly against the wall and realised that Michael needed to amend his car policy so that it would insure him driving the car.

Lee also realised that there was an increase in the policy premium to enable him to drive the car. Most importantly, Lee noticed that Michael didn't hesitate at all when either amending his insurance policy _or_ in paying the additional premium _or_ indeed allowing Lee to drive his classic car.

For the very first time since he met Michael, Lee sensed a certain feeling inside of him for Michael.

"Bye then," said Michael, "and thanks for reminding me about the birthday."

Lee saw Michael place the telephone on the table and quickly went back to the kitchen, and sat down as if he had never left the kitchen.

Michael returned to the kitchen.

"Is everything all right?" asked Lee.

"Yes," replied Michael. "Sorry that took a bit long. Yes, you can drive my car if you wish."

"That's great!" Lee exclaimed enthusiastically, his eyes excited.

.....

By the end of the day, Michael's tactic had worked; he not only bought clothes for himself, but he also bought new clothes and footwear for Lee at the same time.

And Lee? Well, he had a terrific time driving the Jensen Interceptor! He was extremely excited having been given the opportunity of driving this rare and eye-catching car.

Girls would have turned round to see Lee because of his good-looks, but even men were looking at the rarely seen car that he was driving.

He felt sooooo good about it!

Lee had a wonderful time.

As soon as Lee entered the dining room, he flung himself onto the sofa, his arms stretched out.

Michael sat on the single chair, also exhausted.

"That was wicked!" Lee exclaimed again. "I've never felt so good until today," he continued.

Lee stared straight at Michael.

"Mike," Lee said.

"Yes."

"Thank you," Lee said, as he inhaled and continued to stare at Michael.

Lee looked serious.

"I've never had so much fun before," Lee added.

Michael stared back at him.

Lee took a long breath. "How will I ever repay you?" he asked genuinely.

There was a brief pause as Michael looked down and then up again at Lee before speaking.

"You can er ... stay at this house."

"No, I couldn't do that," Lee said quickly. "I've already stayed long enough – I couldn't trouble you anymore and stay here indefinitely."

Immediately, disappointment drenched Michael's face as he heard Lee say that he couldn't trouble him anymore.

"I couldn't," Lee said again. "It's too much to ask of you; I already feel guilty as it is."

Michael got up and moved quickly towards the door to leave.

"Mike?" said Lee as he himself stood up now, wandering what he'd said to Michael that made him leave the room.

Michael didn't reply and left the room leaving Lee behind stood behind him, still wandering.

Lee took a long deep breath and covered his face with his hands.

.....

It was evening now and Lee slowly entered the lounge and, for a few seconds, stood still immediately like a statue. Michael was already in the room sitting on the single chair.

Lee continued and sat slowly on the sofa facing Michael.

Michael looked up at Lee and spoke. "I'm sorry about earlier on. I don't know what I was thinking," Michael continued, gently shaking his head sideways as he spoke. Michael inhaled and exhaled. "I'm very sorry, Lee," he ended.

Lee stared at Michael before speaking. "If it's all right with you, I'd ... I'd like to stay too," ended Lee as he looked down and up again to face Michael.

As soon as Michael heard these words, his eyes widened with happiness and a smile spread rapidly across his face.

"Really?" asked Michael, just to make sure that he hadn't misheard Lee.

"Yeah, really," confirmed Lee. "I really would like to stay too."

"That's brilliant!" exclaimed Michael.

.....

That evening Michael was passing Lee's bedroom and saw him casually coming out of the en-suite bathroom wiping the excess water out of his hair with a towel, another towel wrapped round his waist, tiny drops of water still dripping down his smooth slender body.

Michael stood and stared softly at Lee as he stood before him still wiping the excess water from his wet hair. Although Michael remained silent, his eyes were full of unspoken words and wishes.

Lee glanced back at Michael, grinned at Michael, before carrying on with wiping his hair.

Afterwards, Lee stood in his bedroom and thought for a second, and then shook his head as if dismissing that thought; the thought had gone in an instant from his mind.

Chapter 16

Several weeks passed.

Michael would come home and find Lee's used utensils on the kitchen table, and elsewhere, but instead of frowning, Michael would simply smile and pick them up.

Michael would never raise the issue of such trivial matters with Lee.

Michael always thought that he saw Lee happy and that made him happy too ... and that was what mattered to Michael; that Lee was happy, and that he wasn't going to let a few plates or pots and pans spoil or ruin the happiness that both of them had – it was far too precious to give up, at least for Michael.

It wasn't that Lee was untidy; he would be busy doing other things like where he painted where the paint was peeling off. Once Michael had returned home from work and found that all the hedges and bushes had been tidied and trimmed.

On another occasion, Lee had fixed a wardrobe door in Michael's room that had fallen off from its hinges along with tightening the screws on another wardrobe door.

Lee had also put up several shelves in Michael's study upstairs that provided him with much needed additional filing and storage space, and allowing him to become much more organised so that he completed his work quicker than before.

.....

For Michael at least, it was wonderful to wake up in the morning knowing that Lee was in his bed sleeping (Michael could see Lee in his bedroom as his door was always kept open) and then, when he returned home from work, still often found Lee asleep in his bed!

Seeing Lee at the end of the day meant that Michael's daily stress of work immediately disappeared from within him.

For Michael, things had changed considerably; he was definitely no longer alone and, for the present moment at least, his life was revolving around Lee.

Whenever Michael saw Lee, the whites of his eyes would turn up automatically.

What Lee himself thought, Michael didn't know, and he wouldn't ask him either for fear it could very easily jeopardise their strong stable relationship.

_Why spoil something that was simple and straightforward?_ thought Michael.

And yet at the same time, it _wasn't_ simple and straightforward.

For Lee, there was also something going on in his mind.

Michael's daily departure from the house suddenly began to leave a huge silence in his absence.

Lee felt that when Michael wasn't at home, there was a peculiar somewhat strange and unexpected heaviness about the house that weighted heavily on his mind; this made Lee feel miserable and irritable in Michael's absence.

It was a feeling that was beginning to eat Lee inside of him...

Chapter 17

For several weeks now, Michael had clearly been able to sense something cheerful about Lee; he always seemed to be happy, smiling, busy with work around the house even though Michael had told him repeatedly to call someone to undertake the repairs, but Lee had always insisted that that wasn't necessary as he could do the jobs equally well if not better.

Lee wouldn't let Michael argue on the matter.

To Michael's delight, he had often heard Lee laughing; laughing in a way Michael had not heard him since he first met him.

The best part was that Michael didn't feel tired when he returned home from work; in fact, he was more energetic than when he left!

Michael would often glance at Lee who would be standing handsomely and elegantly in the landing or elsewhere for that matter!

Everytime Michael gazed at Lee and saw how happy he looked, he instinctively knew that he had done the right thing by helping Lee.

Lee needed him ... and equally, Michael needed Lee.

_Chapter 18_

The beautiful bright yellow sunlight streamed straight in through Lee's bedroom window, awakening him.

Yawning, Lee rose up from his bed squinting against the morning light and sat on the side of his bed wearing only his thin thong. He gently rubbed his eyes and stretched, arching his body sideways, his beautiful body clearly visible exposing his fine firm muscles. He gently turned his head sideways and then up and down.

This morning, Lee had woken up before Michael did and prepared the morning's breakfast for them both. Having seen what Michael ate for breakfast when he himself came downstairs, Lee knew exactly what Michael wanted for breakfast.

Michael came downstairs and entered the kitchen. He saw Lee preparing breakfast.

Lee looked up and saw Michael.

"Breakfast is ready, sir," said Lee as if pretending to be a servant and moved towards the dining table

"That smells great!" remarked Michael as he moved closer to Lee, a smile having crossed his face.

"Would sir like to sit down?" asked Lee politely and professionally, and motioned Michael to sit down with his hand.

Michael sat down as instructed and settled in to position so as to sit comfortably and then started to eat.

As he was eating, Michael thought how wonderful he felt, having breakfast prepared by Lee.

Lee must have said something to Michael but because he was thinking of something else, he didn't quite hear what Lee had said.

"Here, Mike. Are you OK?" asked Lee, his question interrupting Michael's thoughts.

"Huh?" said Michael inhaling, looking surprised at Lee's question. "Sorry but did you say something?" asked Michael.

"I said are you OK?"

"Oh, I'm fine," replied Michael.

"You seemed as if you were thinking of something wonderful.

Michael inhaled. "I was," he said gleefully as he inhaled deeply and then took a long sip of white coffee emptying the cup of its contents and afterwards wiping his mouth with a paper napkin.

"Well, that was absolutely fantastic!" praised Michael.

"Thank you, sir," said Lee, still pretending, as he took a bow. "I hope sir enjoyed his breakfast today?" he continued as he stood up straight.

"No, thank you, sir," said Michael smiling and then looked at the kitchen wall clock. "Oh, is that the time. I'd better get going. I'll see you later, Lee. See you then."

"Yeah, see you later," said Lee.

Just as Michael was about to leave the kitchen, he remembered something and turned round to face Lee.

"Lee?"

"Yeah, Mike."

"How's your mother?" asked Michael.

There was a brief pause before Lee replied.

"My mom's fine," said Lee.

"Good. I'm glad to hear it," said Michael sincerely. "Here, have you seen your mother lately?"

"Not lately," replied Lee.

"It's not my business, Lee, but if you want you can go and see your mother – see if your mother needs anything."

Lee inhaled deeply.

"Listen," started Michael, "Here's my credit card; get yourself booked and go see your mother and make sure you take something with you; something decent," ended Michael, pursing his lips.

Lee thought for a few seconds and then slowly took the credit card from Michael's hand.

Michael pursed his lips again and turned to leave the kitchen, and just as he was doing, Lee spoke. "Mike?"

"Yes, Lee," said Michael, having turned to face Lee.

"Thanks."

Michael pursed his lips, lowered his head and then left the kitchen and eventually the house.

Even as Michael left the kitchen, Lee inhaled deeply and exhaled just as slowly as he sat down on a chair, his head lowered resting in the palm of his hands and looking downwards at the table.

As soon as Michael left the kitchen, and eventually the house, the kitchen, as indeed the _whole_ house, settled to a strict silence as a result of Michael's departure and absence.

Lee took a long sigh and stayed sat in his chair without hardly moving at all so as to not to disturb it any further.

He placed his elbows on the table, looked down at it and ran his fingers up and down slowly through his hair before eventually leaning back in confusion and loneliness that he felt as a result of Michael's absence.

The still silence reminded Lee of the first time he had arrived at Michael's house all those weeks ago.

Lee took a long deep breath.

Lee was not a carer; he couldn't care less whether someone left or not.

But lately, he was beginning to feel a little odd ... odd about Michael, and in particular when Michael had already left the house before he woke up, or like today, when Michael left the house.

It was as if Lee was beginning to feel lonely ... lonely that Michael was not around him.

A curious emotion was definitely beginning to emerge, even erupt and stir in Lee's lonely and heavy heart. As soon as Michael had left, it left Lee feeling extremely empty of himself and very alone as if his life was beginning to suck out of him slowly but surely.

Eventually, Lee made his way to his bedroom silently, feeling strained and frustrated and deeply disappointed.

"He'll be back by afternoon," Lee assured himself.

As the day passed by, a heavy silence continued about the house hovering around him.

Lee's thoughts, as ever, wandered back to Michael. The thought of Michael's absence pressed heavily upon his head, yet strangely at the same time, his heart was at home, here with Michael.

In order to figure out things, sort the situation, Lee needed some time to think about everything ... about what was going on and, in particular, about Michael.

Lee decided that he would after all go and visit his mother seen as the opportunity had presented itself thanks to Michael.

Chapter 19

It was a bright Saturday morning and Michael was working in his study, the door open as usual. Lee was still asleep when Michael woke up, and he never disturbed Lee's sleep, letting him sleep as long as he wanted.

Whilst Michael was working, Lee had just woken up, came to Michael's study and stood silently slanting against the wooden door frame, as usual, in his thin thong.

"Morning, Mike," said Lee, yawning and running his hand over his hair.

"Oh, morning, Lee," replied Michael, pleased to see him. "Have a good night's sleep?"

"Never better," replied Lee. "I'm just going to –" Lee intimating that he was going back to his bedroom to get changed and dressed.

Just as Lee was about to turn, Michael spoke. "Oh, Lee?" started Michael.

"Yeah?"

"I don't suppose you could do me a favour?" said Michael.

"Yeah. Sure. What is it, Mike?"

"The Jensen needs a wash," Michael began. "I don't suppose you could take the car for a wash, could you? And have it cleaned as well. I'd much appreciate it."

"The Jensen!" softly exclaimed Lee as he stood up straight, a smile crossing his face. "Take the Jensen for a wash? Me?" said Lee, pointing to himself.

"Well, there's nobody else here," Michael said quietly, baffled.

"No. Of course I'll take the Jensen for a wash! I'll get it washed and cleaned and everything!" said Lee, excitedly.

"Thanks."

"No worries," said Lee and then turned to leave towards the bathroom.

"Yesss!" Lee's voice whispered as he punched the air as he couldn't hide his happiness!

"Oh Lee," remembered Michael.

"Yes, Mike," said Lee, having made a full turn before facing Michael again, holding an innocent expression on his face to hide his happiness.

"It'll probably be lunch time by the time you finish and get back home," Michael began. "If you want to grab something to eat on the way back, that'll be great as well, if you want to."

"Yeah, sure. I'll do that."

"Thanks," said Michael pursing his lips and then getting back to his work.

Lee was so excited about getting the opportunity to drive the Jensen as Michael usually drove the Jensen all the time that Lee forgot to even have his breakfast!

Lee slowly approached the car wash where he had last worked. The car's window was fully open, and Lee's elbow on the window opening.

Lee saw Steve, his friend, waiting to greet the next customer.

Lee looked up at Steve but Steve didn't realise that the Jensen was being driven by Lee as he was wearing his sunglasses.

"Good morning, sir!" Steve greeted pleasantly. "Which wash would sir like?" he asked, bending down a little.

"Hi Steve!" said Lee as he looked at him.

Steve still hadn't realised that the person inside the Jensen was Lee as he squinted slightly staring at the customer thinking who it could be who knew his name!

Lee took off his sunglasses.

"Lee? Is that you?" Steve asked, still not realising that it was him.

Eventually, Steve recognised that the person was in fact Lee sat in the Jensen.

"Lee! It's you" he exclaimed, his eyes widening. He couldn't believe his eyes; blinking at one point to make sure he was seeing clearly.

"Hi Steve!" said Lee.

"What are you doing driving this car?"

"I told you, Steve," began Lee, "that one day _I'd_ be driving this car," said Lee, gleefully.

Steve admired the car, and as he did so said, "Either you've won the lottery or someone _really_ likes you a lot!"

At that particular moment, Lee hadn't realised the significance of what Steve had just said.

Half an hour or so later, Steve had washed and cleaned the Jensen, and Lee was about to leave the car wash when Steve said something that struck him.

"You were right," said Steve. "You _are_ lucky."

Thinking, Lee spoke. "Yeah. I guess I am, Steve," said Lee smiling gleefully and drove off leaving Steve scratching his head still wondering how it was possible that Lee could be driving the Jensen Interceptor.

"I still can't believe it's you, Lee!" he said to himself turning to return to the office shack.

Suddenly, a car horned and Steve turned round when he saw another customer drive in! He let out a huge sigh.

_Chapter 20_

It was a bright, sunny Friday afternoon and Michael returned home from the office and eagerly entered the kitchen; he returned a little earlier than usual.

As he stood in the kitchen, Michael could clearly see Lee in the back garden gathering some leaves; that afternoon, Lee had been cleaning generally and maintaining the back garden.

He was just wearing his faded denim cut-offs that matched his beautiful blue eyes, his forehead beaded with perspiration from working hard in the garden.

It was so hot, Lee felt like a walking sprinkler; he was dripping with sweat from his sexy skin!

Michael went towards the door and stood staring at Lee. Leaning against the wooden door frame, Michael stared at Lee whilst he was busy gathering some loose leaves and bits of branches fallen from the trees.

After a few minutes, Michael shouted at Lee. "Hey, Lee!"

Lee stood straight and stared directly at Michael with an instant smile on his face.

"Want a drink?" asked Michael, as he smiled too.

"Yeah, sure," replied Lee as he stood up straight and then turned to make his way towards the kitchen.

Lee entered the kitchen and moved towards where Michael was standing. As soon as Lee came close to Michael, Michael inhaled deeply and the gorgeous scent around him was so familiar that Michael felt as if he had never been away from Lee.

"Here," said Michael, handing the drink over to Lee, sweat dripping down his delicate skin.

"Thanks," said Lee, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Both guys sat down at the table.

"So, how was your day?" asked Lee.

"Good, thanks," replied Michael before a thought came into his head.

"Get ready," said Michael.

"Get ready?" echoed Lee, with a confused look on his face.

"You've worked very hard," started Michael. "You _definitely_ deserve a treat!"

"But where _are_ we going then?" asked Lee impatiently.

"We're going to get _relaxed_ ," replied Michael.

"Relaxed?"

"You know. A spa. Massage."

"Right! I see what you mean!" said Lee gleefully.

"I know a good place where we could go," said Michael quickly.

"Great!" exclaimed Lee. "I'll get ready."

"Good! I'll see you shortly.

_Chapter 21_

Michael was sat in his office at work.

It was almost time for lunch and Michael thought he would ask whether Lee wanted to join him. Michael rang the home telephone number.

The dialling tone continued to ring. There was no answer.

_Perhaps Lee had gone out_ thought Michael and then dialled Lee's mobile number.

The dialling tone continued to ring. Even on his mobile phone there was no answer.

Then, suddenly, Lee answered the phone.

"Hello," Lee spoke in a weak voice.

"Hello," said Michael. "Lee, is that you; you sound as if you're ill or something."

"Oh, it's nothing," Lee said slowly.

"What's the matter?" Michael asked, sounding worried.

Lee sighed. "Just a temperature, I think."

"Just a temperature!" remarked Michael. "Here, stay in bed and –"

"I am in bed," Lee pointed out as quickly as he could.

"Don't worry; I'll get some medicine or something on the way."

"You don't have to, Mike," said Lee weakly, "You stay at office and –"

"Lee, I'm coming home and that's final," Michael said adamantly. "I'll see you shortly," and placed the handset on the table.

"Shirley," began Michael. "Re-arrange Mr Baxter's appointment for this afternoon to another day, please. Remember, I'm not in tomorrow – I'm working from home."

"Yes, Mr Wilson," responded Shirley, his personal assistant.

"What reason shall I give, Mr Wilson?" asked Shirley.

"Tell Mr Baxter something urgent has come up."

"As you wish, Mr Wilson."

Michael hurriedly left the office and bought some medicine for Lee on the way home.

"Lee!" Michael called as soon as he entered the house and quickly rushed upstairs to Lee's bedroom.

Lee was lying in his bed. He really didn't look too well.

Michael sat on the edge of Lee's bed staring at him with his worried eyes before carefully placing his hand gently on Lee's forehead.

"You _are_ hot," said Michael speaking to himself slowly at which point Lee opened his eyes.

"Tell me something I don't know," said Lee, speaking slowly as if not fully awake and in a daze.

"No, not you," said Michael, "I mean your temperature!"

"Oh, right," said Lee still speaking slowly.

Michael continued to stare at Lee as he was beginning to come round, trying to open his eyes.

"Michael? Is that you?" asked Lee, speaking weakly.

"Yes, Lee, it's me, Michael."

"What are you doing here?" asked Lee. "Aren't you meant to be at work or something?" Lee's eyes beginning to open more.

"I came to see you," replied Michael.

"You shouldn't have come home; I'm all right."

"Oh I can see that!" retorted Michael. "Have you had anything to eat?" asked Michael, a worried expression on his face.

"No," replied Lee.

"Well, I think you need to eat something first, and then have the medication that I've brought for you," Michael explained. "You'll be all right," said Michael," I'm here now ... er, I mean, with the medication you'll be better," he said, expressing his hope that Lee would be better by the evening and looked away before looking back at Lee again. "Well, I'll see you. Get some rest," Michael ended as he pursed his lips.

With that, Michael left Lee's room.

Lee inhaled deeply and gently shut his eyes.

.....

That afternoon, Lee didn't have much to eat but took the medication for temperature, shivers and aching muscles and then rested again.

Michael left his bedroom but every so often popped into Lee's bedroom to see how he was doing.

It was late afternoon and Michael was sat downstairs in the lounge. Lee was feeling much better and came downstairs. He entered the lounge and saw Michael sat on the chair.

Michael heard Lee enter the room.

"Lee," said Michael as he rose from his chair and moved towards where Lee was standing. "Are you feeling all right?"

"I'm fine," said Lee. "Thanks to you," he added.

"Hey!" Michael said disappointingly. "There's no _'thanks'_ between friends." Michael sighed. "Anyway, come. Sit down," said Michael, motioning Lee to sit down with his hand.

Lee slowly sat down as instructed.

"So, how you feeling now?" asked Michael, concerned.

"Fine, thanks," replied Lee.

"That's good."

There was a brief pause and then Lee spoke.

"You were worried about me today, weren't you?" asked Lee. "I mean _really_ worried."

Michael looked at Lee before speaking.

"The main thing is that you're fine now," replied Michael.

Lee noticed that Michael hadn't directly replied to his question; Michael's reply was evasive.

_Did he need an answer?_ thought Lee; wasn't Michael's reply an answer to his question?

There was a brief pause.

"Aren't friends suppose to care for each other?" asked Michael.

"Yeah. I guess you're right," said Lee. "Friends are supposed to care for each other," added Lee, pursing his lips.

.....

It was tomorrow morning, and Lee woke up at his usual late time wearing only his thin thong as usual. He knew that Michael would have gone to work by now.

He slowly and causally passed Michael's office and then quickly walked back again just to make sure he wasn't seeing things!

He was surprised who he saw – it was Michael sat at his desk working away.

"Mike?" said Lee.

"Oh, hi, Lee," replied Michael smiling as he turned to face Lee. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm fine, thanks," said Lee. He didn't want to sound rude by asking why he hadn't gone to work today; not that he minded.

"I ... er ... I thought I'd work from home today," stammered Michael, trying to explain his presence at home.

"Right."

"I ... just wanted to make sure you were fine; that's all," said Michael.

"Oh right. Thanks," said Lee.

_His question was answered today again_ Lee thought to himself.

"Want any breakfast?" asked Lee.

"Oh no, Lee," replied Michael, "but I'd love a coffee if you're making one."

"One coffee coming up!" Lee responded gladly.

"Thanks. I'll be down in a minute."

_Chapter 22_

It was a strange feeling now; Lee actually waiting anxiously for Michael to return back home from office these days.

To pass the time, Lee would try and find something to keep him occupied but not leaving the house, knowing this is where Michael last was before he left for work.

As he waited, Lee was filled with hope.

Michael returned home from office and looked for Lee in the lounge but he wasn't there. Michael tried looking elsewhere but he still wasn't anywhere to be found. Michael had a worried look on his face.

Eventually, Michael looked in the kitchen but he wasn't there and then looked out of the window.

Taking a huge sigh of relief, Michael eventually saw Lee outside in the back garden; Lee was trimming the hedges in his split muscle tank top, his skin glistening with his sweat and his taut arm muscles clearly visible.

Michael took a long deep breath and smiled.

Chapter 23

Several weeks passed by.

It was a late Friday afternoon and Michael returned from work.

"Lee, I'm home," he called as he entered the house.

"Mike, I'm in the kitchen," shouted Lee and Michael quickly made his way to the kitchen.

"Hi!" said Michael, smiling as he had not seen Lee for several hours, the stress of the day simply vanishing in to nothing on seeing him.

"Oh, hi!" Lee returned the greeting. "I've made you a nice cool drink. Come sit and I'll bring it over."

"Just what I need!" said Michael. "My throat's killing me."

Lee placed the drink in front of Michael and sat on the opposite side. Michael finished his drink and Lee got up to get another one.

"I'll get you another one."

"No wait," quickly said Michael holding his hand out. "I've got some good news."

"Good news?" thought Lee, narrowing his eyes and looking baffled.

"Here listen," started Michael. "It's nothing much, and don't get me wrong, but if you want, there's a vacancy at a nearby car showroom where I work."

"Really?"

"I know you said that you didn't like staying at home all day, so I thought this might be something you may want to do in the meantime; what do you think?"

"Sounds great!" Lee said excitedly.

"Shall I arrange an interview?" asked Michael.

"Yeah, sure."

Michael telephoned the showroom manager and arranged an interview for the coming Monday as Lee looked on.

"Thanks John; I owe you one," said Michael as he ended the call.

"What'd he say?" anxiously asked Lee, leaning forward.

"Monday 11am," said Michael. "Is that OK?"

"Great!" Lee replied enthusiastically, smiling but, as he thought, his smiled disappeared.

"What's the matter?" asked Michael, worried.

"I don't have a suit!" Lee stated.

Michael sighed. "For a minute there I thought you weren't interested," said Michael. "That's the least of your worries. It's Saturday tomorrow. We'll go and get you a suit that'll impress them!"

Lee smiled.

.....

It was 11:22am and Michael looked at his watch.

It was 11:47am and Michael looked at his watch again waiting to hear from Lee.

Michael had asked Lee to give him a call straight after the interview.

It was now 11:58am and Michael had still not heard from Lee; he was now beginning to pace up and down his office, unable to focus or concentrate on his work. _Why hasn't Lee rang yet?_ Michael thought to himself.

Michael's mobile phone rang, and immediately he picked it up, the mobile almost falling out of his hand.

"Hello. Lee?" Michael spoke quickly.

"Great news!" Lee exclaimed excitedly. "I got the job!"

"That's fantastic, Lee!" exclaimed Michael. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks."

"When do you start?" Michael asked.

"Tomorrow," Lee answered eagerly. "I'll tell you more when I see you later on," he suggested.

"Later on?" exclaimed Michael, still excited with the news that Lee had secured himself a job. "Here listen," Michael began. "It's nearly time for lunch. We could meet up in a little while to celebrate your new job."

"Yeah, that sounds great!" said Lee. "Where do we meet?"

.....

Michael and Lee had arranged to meet outside at a nearby restaurant.

As soon as Michael saw Lee, he greeted him by shaking his hands.

"Congratulations!" Michael said once more.

"Thanks."

"I've booked us a place," Michael continued. "Come on, let's go inside; I'm starving."

"Me too," said Lee.

Michael and Lee approached the reception desk.

"Welcome Mr Wilson," said the female receptionist. "Nice to see you again, sir," she continued.

"Nice to be seen!" Michael replied with a smile.

Lee watched.

"Your usual table, sir?" asked the receptionist.

"Yes, thank you," Michael confirmed.

Both Michael and Lee sat at their designated table.

Lee glanced around the restaurant before facing Michael.

"They seem to know you."

"Yes, I come here often," began Michael, "you know, either other lawyers or clients," explained Michael.

Lee nodded in acknowledgement.

There was a brief pause before Lee spoke, staring straight at Michael. "I meant it when I said 'Thanks'."

"You're the one who went to the interview; not me!" Michael pointed out quickly.

"No, it was you, Michael," Lee said firmly. "Do you know what the manager said as soon as the interview started?"

"What did he say?" Michael asked curiously.

Lee inhaled before beginning. "The manager said that in all the time he's known you, you have never referred anybody to him; so the fact that you sent me, there must have been something special about me."

Michael looked down and up again facing Lee.

"So, Michael," inhaled Lee, "thanks once again."

"Be that as it may, but still, _you_ my dear friend, must have impressed him," declared Michael.

Lee stared directly at Michael as he spoke and thought to himself.

"What's the matter?" Michael asked.

Lee inhaled. "I was just thinking," he started, "even for such a small matter as this, nobody has ever, expressed so much happiness for me."

"Surely, that's not true, Lee," stated Michael.

"Oh, it's true all right," Lee declared firmly.

"Lee. Honestly, I've done nothing."

"Now, that's not true," quickly said Lee. "You've done so much for me."

Michael looked down and then up again to face Lee.

"Oh, look. Our food's here," said Michael.

Chapter 24

Lee had now been working at the motor showroom washing cars for several weeks and, whilst it gave him something to do, he became more interested in repairing and diagnosing performance motor vehicles.

The company had a policy of sending an interested employee on a one day a week training course for six months to become trained in diagnosing and repairing performance motor vehicles.

The next start date was tomorrow!

Lee was extremely eager to undertake this course at the earliest opportunity but unfortunately, the company could only fund two employees at a time and a further four employees had already expressed an interest in undertaking the course meaning that it would be _two_ years before Lee would have the chance to start the course!

Lee was really desperate to undertake and complete the training course.

Lee spoke to the owner, and he suggested that the only way that he could undertake the training was if he could fund the training course himself, pay for the course training materials _and_ provide a replacement hired employee for his work on the day that he went on the training course.

Lee realised that he could not fund both the training _and_ the hired replacement employee let alone either; the cost would be too much.

He felt miserable at the prospect of not being able to undertake the training.

Lee returned home that afternoon, still feeling miserable. He entered the house and shouted for Michael.

"Mike?" he called out.

"I'm in the kitchen," shouted Michael who was preparing a drink.

"Hi," Lee greeted in a miserable tone as he flung his jacket on to the seat and sat down running his fingers through his hair, his head facing down.

"Hi," said Michael as he walked over toward the table where Lee was sat. "Here, take this."

"Thanks," Lee replied weakly.

Michael sat down too leaning firmly against the seat back and stared at Lee.

"What's the matter with you?" Michael asked, staring directly at Lee as he then sipped his drink.

Lee sighed. "Oh, it's nothing," he responded.

"Something tells me that there's something the matter," said Michael.

"Seriously?" started Lee. "Oh, nothings the matter, Mike."

Michael paused for several seconds.

"Come on Lee," Michael began, "if there's something on your mind, tell me. If there's anything, I mean _anything_ , tell me. Perhaps I can help."

Lee inhaled and exhaled just as fast as he placed his finished glass on to the table, wiping his lips with his hand before speaking.

"How can you tell there's something the matter?" Lee asked curiously.

Michael inhaled before speaking. "Well, it's not every day you fling your jacket like that," said Michael. "And your tone," said Michael. "I can sense it in your tone. So, tell me. What's the matter?"

Lee didn't say anything.

There was a brief pause.

"It doesn't hurt to share problems," Michael said softly and sincerely.

Lee inhaled. "It's a training course."

"Training course?" echoed Michael.

"Yeah," Lee sighed heavily, "a training course at work that I've been interested in doing."

"And?"

"And I _can't_ do it," Lee replied promptly.

"The reason being?" asked Michael.

"I ... I don't have the money," replied Lee and then his face fell.

"Right," said Michael. "I can see that being a problem." There was a brief pause before Michael continued. "And what have you decided to do?"

"What _can_ I do?" quickly replied Lee. "Without the money, I can't do it – it's as simple as that!" exclaimed Lee.

There was another brief pause as Michael stared at Lee.

"Do you really want to do that ... training course?" asked Michael.

Lee inhaled again. "What difference does it make whether I want to do it or not!" snapped Lee but turning away from Michael as not to offend him in the process of his snapping. "The fact is I _can't_ afford it!" Lee replied frustratingly.

"Lee, but is it really what you want to do?" Michael quickly asked again.

"Yeah, it's what I really want, Mike," replied Lee and then stared out of the window.

Michael inhaled before speaking.

"Well, you'd better get ready for it then," stated Michael.

Lee turned his head and looked at Michael surprised at what he just said.

"What do you mean, Mike?" asked Lee.

"Your training course," started Michael, "you're starting it tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" said Lee, now confused.

Michael inhaled before speaking. "Your boss rang me earlier on and told me how keen you were to go on that training course that a place has been booked for you to attend that same training course starting tomorrow."

Lee rose from his seat all excited but at the same time, still confused.

"What do you mean, Mike?" Lee asked just to clarify what Michael had just told him.

"Like I said, Lee," began Michael, "you're going to that training course that you've wanted to go," confirmed Michael as he stared straight and caught a glimpse of Lee's startled expression on his frozen face.

"You mean?" Lee pointing to himself, "I'm going to that _training_ course?"

Michael gently nodded his head as he smiled straight at Lee.

Lee smiled, too. His smile at that moment would be imprinted in to Michael's memory forever!

Lee's smile - it was _priceless_!

Michael nodded. "Yes, Lee."

Having realised that Lee would be able to undertake the training course that he had so much desired, Lee exclaimed excitedly!

"If you were a woman, I'd kiss you right now!" said Lee.

Michael rolled his eyes.

"This is great!" Lee exclaimed as he thought about being able to undertake the training now. "I'm so excited!" he continued knowing that he now had an opportunity of repairing those vehicles that he had a strong passion for.

"Your boss faxed me the details, and I've had all your books and stuff bought already; they're all upstairs.

"The training materials?" exclaimed Lee.

"Yes, the training materials."

Michael stared at Lee seeing how happy he was and grinned to himself.

"Well, I think this calls for a bit of a celebration, don't you think, Lee?" said Michael to Lee.

Lee stared at Michael.

"Somebody once told me how lucky I was," Lee inhaled. "I'm beginning to realise _exactly_ how lucky I am."

Michael pursed his lips before speaking. "Well, shall we get ready and then leave?" he suggested.

"Yeah," agreed Lee. "Let's get ready and celebrate!"

Chapter 25

Recently, Lee was beginning to have serious questions in his mind about Michael and in particular about their relationship.

It sounded crazy. In fact, it sounded _totally_ crazy!

Suddenly, a cold shiver ran quickly down his back and, strangely, felt frightened. Lee was not one to be easily frightened of anyone or anything.

"Think! Think!" Lee ordered himself desperately as he lay in bed naked with just his thin thong on trying to get answers, any answers to his questions about Michael and their relationship that kept repeatedly coming in his mind.

"There's got to be some sensible solutions to my questions," he muttered to himself taking long deep breaths, his hand behind the nape of his neck and his beautiful broad chest fully exposed. "There's got to be some!" he exclaimed quietly to himself.

At the moment, there were _no_ answers; just more questions.

Lee's brain felt it was about to burst with so many questions coming and going in his mind from all directions!

Unable to find any answers to his mounting questions, Lee eventually went to sleep with those questions still in his head.

Michael, too, questioned his own feelings for Lee – what were they? What did Lee mean to him?

Without a doubt, from the moment Lee stayed at his house, Lee had wiped out and totally eliminated Michael's loneliness in exchange for some great, cool casual company but as an added bonus, provided Michael with much happiness by just being there.

And then, perhaps, came a sort of reality check.

Michael's mind, even though staring away from Lee, he still seemed unable to keep his mind focussed, or be able to concentrate without at least thinking of Lee.

Although Michael had many questions about his relationship with Lee, one thing was absolutely was clear to him: he _had_ feelings for Lee beyond that of just a friend. Lee was much more than a mere friend.

Recently, Michael could feel his heart start to pound as soon as he started to stare at Lee; such was the affection that Michael had for Lee.

Indeed, even just thinking about Lee was enough to make Michael's heart pound even harder!

Lee was in Michael's every thought and sight; everywhere Michael stared, stood the same solid hot handsome hunk, Lee!

For Michael, even the mere sight of Lee stirred significant strong emotions in his heart like a tempest!

Michael also knew that he had to find answers to his many questions about his relationship with Lee but for now, Michael was more than happy to leave such questions unanswered and to let things remain as they were – in a way, their relationship was strong but at the same time, fragile, and for this reason, Michael knew he mustn't upset the present position of their stable, albeit static, relationship.

For Lee, the questions continued too, for the next day he was sat at the kitchen table and the mounting questions refused to go away. He was so tied up in his thoughts about Michael that he grinded his teeth and tapped the tips of his fingers tensely on the tabletop.

After a while, his head started to spin; Lee felt totally confused as to what was happening to him and went upstairs and into his bedroom where he quickly dropped down on to the edge of his bed; his head slumped down between his knees taking a long deep sigh as the mounting thoughts that thronged through his heavy head continued relentlessly.

More and more questions arose! But no answers! And the weight of these questions he'd been asking himself all this time began to trouble him.

Even that night, Lee realised that what he was feeling or thinking about Michael didn't make any sense at all to him. But how could he explain it?

_Surely, there must be some sort of rational explanation for what was happening to himself?_ thought Lee as he lay in his bed day after day after day with the same thought in his head.

For Lee it was as if the very thought of Michael was his only comfort. Suddenly, Michael seemed like the last strand connecting him to the rest of the world.

_Chapter 26_

Several weeks more had passed by since Lee first arrived at Michael's house.

It was another bright pleasant morning, and whilst Lee had just woken up, Michael had already left for the office.

Lee came into the kitchen and looked around before sitting at the table taking deep breaths.

His mind wandered ... wandered until he felt anxious ... anxious that he hadn't seen Michael that morning. Lee didn't feel like going anywhere and then, he finally realised, that he wanted to go and see ... Michael!

That's it! That's what Lee wanted ... he felt as if he wanted to see Michael; that was his anxiety.

And the good thing was that he could go and see Michael!

Lee smiled.

And so it was that Lee decided to go and see Michael!

.....

Lee made his way to Court Number 4 and slowly but hesitantly pushed the door open slowly. As he entered the courtroom, he saw a number of officially looking people.

Lee quickly scanned the court room before sitting down.

Just then, Mike turned back and noticed Lee. As soon as Mike realised it was Lee, he smiled with happiness and then turned to the face to address the judge.

Somehow, Michael seemed surprised to see Lee at the court house.

As Lee watched Michael closely, Michael appeared calm and confident as ever as he continued to conduct his case carefully, completely destroying the prosecution's case.

The court case was adjourned for lunch.

Michael approached Lee where he stood.

"Nice to see you, Lee," Michael greeted gladly.

"Nice to be seen!" replied Lee as he smiled, a gleeful grin growing on his face. "I hope you don't mind me showing up like this without telling you first."

"No, of course not!" promptly replied Mike, equally extremely pleased to see Lee. "Actually, it's quite a pleasant surprise," added Mike as he smiled staring at Lee.

Lee smiled and lowered his head quickly and up again facing Michael.

"But I thought you were at work today?" asked Michael.

"I was," quickly answered Lee, "but er ... I just wanted to ... see you."

"Is everything all right," began Michael, looking a bit worried. "I mean, there's not a problem or anything?"

"No, no!" quickly responded Lee. "There's no problem! Like I said, I just wanted to see you," said Lee as he inhaled.

"Right," softly said Mike. "Here, it's lunch time now," said Michael looking at his watch, "and _I'm_ starving," he stated. "Have you got time for lunch with me?" he asked.

Lee smiled before quickly replying. "Just what I was thinking!" Lee exclaimed.

"Great!" exclaimed Michael, too. "I know a good little place where we could go - the food is brilliant there."

"So, let's go then."

"Just let me grab my stuff, and I'll meet you outside."

Just then, a lawyer approached Michael.

"Hey, Mike," greeted the lawyer. "Are we still eating out at our usual place?"

Lee quickly looked at Mike deeply disappointed, but Mike still faced the lawyer. "No, not today," Mike replied instantly and without hesitating. "I'm meeting a friend today," he added with a smile on his face.

"Has something urgent or important cropped up?" asked the lawyer.

"Definitely!" quickly replied Michael, smiling.

A large smile spread on Lee's face.

"Oh, right," said the lawyer, looking disappointed and walked away.

"Right then, let's go!" said Mike.

.....

Both Mike and Lee arrived at a little pizza place and sat at a table together facing each other, looking pleased.

Lee glanced around before speaking. "Are you sure you didn't mind me coming today?" he asked anxiously. "I mean, you usually have lunch with that other lawyer."

"Seriously Lee, I don't mind," stated Michael. "Like I said, it's a pleasant surprise – makes a change from all those boring stiff lawyers I know and have lunch with."

"Are you sure you didn't want to spend lunch with that lawyer?" Lee asked again as if feeling guilty.

"No way!" Michael exclaimed quickly! "You're better company," replied Mike. " _Much_ better company."

Lee pursed his lips. "Thanks."

Michael stared at Lee. "I hope you didn't mind me bringing you here," said Michael.

"How do you know I like pizza?" surprised, Lee asked curiously.

"I've noticed you eating it often enough," replied Michael. "I even know your favourite pizza."

"You do?" Lee yelped, further surprised.

"It's cheese and tomato," said Michael, smiling.

Lee nodded his head as he smiled.

.....

That evening as Lee lay in his bed, he thought of Michael and with that last thought on his mind, closed his eyes and peacefully fell asleep.

_Chapter 27_

Lately, Lee was finding it hard to sleep at nights. From inside of him, he felt very anxious and confused about his relationship with Michael.

Lee thought long and hard about his relationship with Michael.

He felt happy ... _extremely_ happy in fact ... he had never felt as happy in his entire life as he did now – with Michael.

Lee started to give his feelings a name. _What were they?_ Lee thought. _How was he feeling towards Michael?_ _Why was he feeling something toward Michael? When did he start feeling like this?_ he questioned himself. _Was he fighting an intense desire of liking Michael; something that he might not win ... or perhaps even not want to win? What was happening to him_ thought Lee.

The whole situation was driving Lee crazy!

In fact, what was totally crazy several weeks ago was now beginning to make perfect sense... there was no doubt that Michael was a great guy; a gorgeous-looking guy. Lee thought that he got on great with him; he very much enjoyed his company and whilst in his company, he felt totally alive ... even awesome!

Whenever Michael's eyes fell on Lee's face, Lee felt certain feelings inside of himself that he had never felt before in his entire life – feelings of being cared for and of being safe and secure.

Very recently, even Lee felt that he was sexually aroused whenever he thought about or saw Michael.

And why wouldn't Lee have such feelings for Michael; after all, Michael had been the one who had helped Lee when all his other friends had failed him so miserably.

Questions, questions and more questions popped in to Lee's head.

At the back of his mind, if it _ever_ happened, Lee made a decision. It was a difficult decision but one that had to be made – just in case.

If ever the situation arose, Lee needed to know what to do and how to handle it.

If his relationship developed further to the extent that it was of a sexual nature, he himself would not resist it or even deny it.

In fact, he would promote it when and where possible.

.....

Over the next several weeks, both Michael and Lee spent a lot of time together at home playing games on the smart, interactive screen, playing basketball in the back lawn and when they were outside playing paintballing, bowling as well as other extreme sports and even went on a mountain climbing course together!

The time together allowed their relationship to develop further as each enjoyed the other's company.

_Chapter 28_

Michael returned home from office and as he entered the lounge, saw Lee sitting on the single sofa with an extremely worried expression on his face.

"Lee?"

Lee stood up quickly.

"Lee, what's the matter?" asked Michael, noticing the worried expression on his face.

"It's mom," quietly replied Lee.

"What's the matter? Is everything OK?"

"My friend rang me, and said mom's been admitted to the ... hospital."

Michael's eyes widened in worry.

"You should go and see your mother straight away," Michael said straight away.

Lee looked at Michael.

"Get your stuff together and I'll make all the arrangements."

Lee stared gratefully at Michael before speaking. "Thanks."

"Now, get going!" said Michael as he breathed. "Your mother needs you."

Just before Lee was about to leave the house, Michael asked him once more. "Are you sure you don't want me to come?"

"Thanks, Mike," began Lee, "but this I need to do on my own."

"As you wish, Lee."

"But thanks, Mike," said Lee. "It means a lot to me."

"Look. Here's your taxi," said Michael as he saw the taxi approach the house. "Now, are you sure you've got everything?"

"Yeah," replied Lee as he left the house and stepped inside the taxi.

Inhaling deeply, Lee took the last lingering look at Michael before the taxi faded out of Michael's sight.

.....

A few days later Lee returned to Michael's house. It was late evening.

Lee entered the house quietly and walked towards the lounge. He paused for a few seconds, taking a deep breath before opening it.

As he entered, he saw Michael sat on the sofa; he quickly got up on seeing Lee.

"Lee!" said Michael, pleased to see him.

Lee simply stood frozen; he stared silently without saying a single word - tears welled in his eyes.

"Lee, is everything all right?" Michael asked in a concerned voice, sensing that something was not quite right as Lee was stood silent staring straight at him without saying anything further.

Michael watched Lee.

Lee simply continued to stand still and, several seconds later, as loss of his mother hit him in the guts, warm tears elevated and swam in his eyes as he started to cry.

"Lee!" exclaimed Michael as he went over to where Lee was standing, his hands hanging limply by his sides.

"Mike!" started Lee, his breathing erratic as he slowly lowered his head.

"What is it, Lee?" asked Michael. "Is your mother all right?"

"It's mom!" stated Lee as he rose his head, his sad eyes staring up to meet Michael's and gleaming with tears.

"What's the matter with your mother?" asked Michael as if expecting the worse, even dreading Lee's answer.

"Mom ... Mom's dead!" Lee eventually uttered sorrowfully placing his hand over his eyes and continued to cry more and tears trickled slowly down his cheeks.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Lee!" Michael said mournfully and moved closer to Lee and stroked him sadly; Michael couldn't help but notice and feel his strong, sexy muscles.

But seeing the stare of such sympathy in Michael's eyes, Lee just broke down completely.

As Lee cried, Michael placed his arm around his back and gently placed his head over his shoulder. Lee fell into Michael's arms, too upset to feel the slightest bit embarrassed, and Michael hugged him tight. Lee nodded in between the sobs.

"I'm so sorry," Michael repeated himself as he tried to console Lee as best he could as Lee continued to cry. "It's all right, Lee," continued Michael as he held Lee close to himself.

Lee just nodded; he was too emotional to reply, feeling the warmth of Michael's close body.

It was an incredible feeling for Lee as Michael wrapped his arms around him.

At that point this was the closest both guys had been together since they had met.

Even though Michael tried to console Lee, Lee did not hear his consolations for he was feeling the warmth of Michael's embrace as tears continued to silently stream slowly down his cheeks.

Lee inhaled deeply taking in Michael's sweet scent into his own body.

Even though the circumstances demanded it, it still felt unusual and strange for both guys, but at the same it was very pleasant.

For Lee, Michael responded and understood his feelings, his emotions, his wants, his desires, his happiness and he was compassionate.

As Michael continued to embrace Lee, something strange occurred in that Lee stopped crying; there were no more tears. It was as if in his embrace Lee had forgotten everything that had just happened to him in the past few days such was the feeling and excitement that Lee had felt for the very first time in his entire life.

It was just the most incredible and wonderful feeling of relief.

Lee continued to stand silently still in Michael's embrace for a while, and then, all of a sudden, made up his mind ... he wanted Michael.

Lee wanted to jump high in the air to say "Thank you, Michael," but the contrast between being completely alone and then being suddenly surrounded by Michael was almost too much to bear.

.....

That evening Lee laid down to rest, but as he did so he soon felt an extremely long distance that stretched between himself and Michael even though he was in the nearby bedroom!

Lee breathed deeply and heavily.

Over the next couple of weeks, Lee was experiencing feelings for Michael; feelings he had never known before.

The feelings that Lee had for Michael quickly turned into pain.

Pain in his heart quietly continued to increase until it was almost becoming unbearable.

Unexpectedly, in a short space of time, Lee became hungry for Michael; his heart ached and he could think of nothing else but Michael – Lee kissing him passionately; making love to him in all the usual, and unusual, positions and places.

Lee was beginning to love Michael so badly that he could easily taste his sweat scent of his body against his own sensitive skin.

_Chapter 29_

For several weeks now, Lee had been trying to come to terms with his mother's sudden and unexpected death.

Working at the car showroom washing cars and doing general duties helped him to do this. He tried to remain focussed with his training.

Lee also liked the work as it helped him pass the day and usually arrive home at about the same time as Michael returned home from work.

It was a Friday afternoon and it was Lee's birthday.

As usual, Michael left home before Lee did and today was no different. Lee sighed as he thought about it being his birthday.

Having got dressed, he left for work, but today he didn't have his breakfast.

Lee returned home from work and opened the door. It was quiet ... too quiet.

Lee opened the door to the dining room and entered and of all of a sudden gasped.

He couldn't believe his eyes at what he saw...

"Happy birthday!" Michael said.

Lee held his hand over his mouth.

The room was fully decorated for Lee's birthday and there was plenty of food.

"Oh, Michael!" Lee said softly.

"Don't just stand there, Lee," Michael said excitedly, "come on in before the food gets cold!"

"I wasn't expecting this!" started Lee as he inhaled and exhaled. "All this for me."

"It's nothing," immediately said Michael.

"Mike, you know it's not nothing," said Lee. "It ..." Lee inhaled and exhaled before continuing, "it means a great deal to me. Thanks."

"I have a little gift for you."

"What? A gift?" said Lee, totally surprised.

Michael handed him a gift box.

Lee admired the gift box and then opened it carefully. Once he had opened it, Lee looked in awe.

"It's ... wonderful," Lee said slowly, still staring and admiring the stunning gift.

"I hope you like it," said Michael as he stared at Lee.

"Like it?" exclaimed Lee. "I love it!"

Then, something came to Lee's mind.

"But this must've cost you a fortune," he stated, staring first at the gift and then at Michael direct.

"Lee, I gave you a gift for your birthday not so that it can be valued."

"No, I didn't mean that," started Lee trying to explain what he meant. "I mean, I'm not worthy of such a gift."

"Now, you're hurting me more," said Michael.

"I'm sorry, Michael," apologised Lee before continuing. "It's beautiful; it _really_ is."

The gift was an extremely expensive famous brand watch.

Lee took the watch out of its gift box, and placed it gently on his wrist, admiring it as he did so.

"Thanks, Mike," said Lee. "For the birthday, the gift ... for _everything_ that you've done for me."

Michael stood up and picked up what looked like air tickets, and sat back at his chair.

"I have another surprise," he said.

"What another?" said Lee, now utterly surprised.

"We're going to spend the next couple of days ... wait for it ... at a chalet that I've booked."

Lee's excited eyes widened in anticipation and at the surprise itself.

"A holiday?" exclaimed Lee. "Really?"

"Really," assured Michael, " _and_ we're going to have fun!" he added as he smiled.

"Oh you can count on that!" Lee agreed.

"So, what do you think?" as Michael.

"Sounds perfect to me!" exclaimed Lee, gleefully.

"Now, we leave tonight and catch the evening flight that'll get us there by tonight," explained Michael.

"Tonight?"

"Yes, tonight!" said Michael, and then we've got plenty of time to enjoy ourselves!"

"But what about all this?" asked Lee.

"Don't worry, I've called Mrs Spencer to come and clean while we're still here and just had Michael finished explaining, the door bell rang.

"Ah, that'll be her," said Michael. "Now, we'd better start getting ready."

_Chapter 30_

Michael and Lee arrived at the chalet apartment by a hired all wheel drive vehicle.

The sun was steadily sinking down behind the mountains.

Lee stepped out from the vehicle and instantly breathed deeply taking in the crisp mountainous air as if meditating, his eyes shut.

Michael, too, forcibly sucked in the fresh air for a few seconds before turning to Lee.

"What do you think?" asked Michael directing Lee's attention to the chalet. Lee sucked in a lungful of air whilst admiring the beautiful scenery.

"This air is awesome!" exclaimed Lee.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'!"

Lee instantly loved the breathtaking view!

"Wow!" exclaimed Lee as he stared at the chalet apartment that was spectacularly sited overlooking the village and the wide almost panoramic view of the mountains that encircled it behind. The trees raised clear and harmonious against the dark blue sky.

The trees were of great size, running up some sixty or seventy feet up or even more and stunningly straight in their wild and untamed state.

It was a wonderful stunning sight.

"It must be for, what, six people," he guessed.

"Four actually," stated Michael also admiring the chalet himself. "The whole chalet to ourselves!" highlighted Michael as he inhaled. "I booked this one because..." Michael hesitated for a few seconds before continuing, "I thought you might like the views; there's a breathtaking view from the main lounge. Come on. I'll show you," added Michael as he lifted his luggage.

"Lead on," said Lee, as he followed Michael, smiling, having picked up his own luggage too.

Both Michael and Lee left their luggage in the hallway and went into the large lounge overlooking the mountains with spectacular picturesque and unobstructed views.

Lee looked in awe.

"Now this is what _I_ call a view!" he said as he breathed in deeply.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Michael asked Lee.

"Beautiful? It's breathtaking, Mike; just like you said," replied Lee as he took a long deep breath.

"Like it?" asked Michael.

" _Like it?_ _I love it_!" Lee responded eagerly.

On the right hand there was a large burning fireplace and towards the front, the windows high up under the beams of the slanting roof and angled cedar columns, the walls panelled with ruddy gold, varnished wood and rustic logs. Along the top were wooden beams running across the room and a two-tier wooden chandelier housing several lights. In the middle of the room was an extremely large and comfortable right and left hand sofa with equally comfortable pillows lining the entire length of the sofa.

Eventually, Michael and Lee brought their suitcases and placed them in their bedrooms and once again admired the wonderful views from inside.

"Lee, I'm going to freshen up and then afterwards, we can go out and eat somewhere."

"Yeah, that sounds great to me," agreed Lee. "I'll freshen up too."

That evening Michael and Lee ate at a nearby restaurant and returned to their chalet.

It was now dark against the soaring, closely packed tall trees.

They were both very tired and went straight to their bedrooms.

It was an evening filled with serenity and tranquillity.

Unexpectedly, despite the fact that Lee was tired, he was restless that night and still found himself not being able to sleep for the air was heavy and humid.

But that was not the reason that he couldn't sleep. Thoughts rambled and raced in his heavy heart and head ... it was Michael ... and Michael couldn't sleep either.

Lee couldn't get to sleep because he was feeling anxious ... anxious about his relationship with Michael; his feelings for him.

It was exactly those feelings for him that didn't let him sleep.

Not being able to sleep, and feeling anxious, Lee got up and went into the living room and stood by the large window admiring the view.

He was only wearing his underwear consisting of a blue bulging tanga thong slip brief.

Michael couldn't sleep either. He got up and put on his night gown. Michael was feeling thirsty and intended to go to the kitchen when he saw Lee standing up looking out of the lounge window.

Worried, Michael went up slowly toward Lee.

"Lee?" said Michael as he came closer to him.

Lee didn't answer.

Michael now stood almost next to him and stared at him; Lee looked more massive than ever, knotted muscles gleaming in the natural light of night.

Then, Michael spoke. "Lee. Are you all right?" asked Michael.

"Oh, Michael," said Lee. "Sorry, I didn't hear you."

"Are you all right?" Michael asked again.

"Just couldn't get to sleep," answered Lee.

"Me neither," said Michael, as he too started to admire the view and then inhaled and exhaled as he did so.

Michael then looked at Lee.

"What's the matter, Lee?" Michael asked. "I know something's the matter. What is it?"

Lee took a deep breath and turned towards Michael before he spoke. "Michael," he started. "You letting me stay at your place, the exclusive health club membership, the birthday, the training course, the gift, this," continued Lee, his arms out. "What's it all about?"

Lee's unexpected question caught Michael by surprise.

"What?" hesitated Michael as if searching for an answer and standing very still as he spoke, shocked at what Lee had just asked him, his heart practically having stopped beating.

The sudden shock Michael received instantly as a result of Lee's unexpected question made him immediately stare anxiously at Lee.

"Like I said, what's it all about?" Lee repeated his question.

"I thought this would make a nice break for you," Michael hastily answered, his heart heavy. "I know you've been working through your lunch hour at work most days; you've been helping around the house ... so I just thought –"

"Thought what, Mike?" Lee cut in suddenly, staring hard at him, his voice sharper than before.

"Like I said," started Michael, "I thought it would good for you to get away from work and everything."

"Where is this all going?" Lee now asked as Michael noticed a hint of irritation in his voice.

Michael sensed something was seriously wrong; he could feel the anxiety in Lee's face, his posture and body language.

"What do you mean?" asked Michael, shocked now at Lee's persistent line of questions. "Where's what going?" Michael said sharply.

"You," quickly said Lee pointing at Michael. "Me," Lee pointing to himself just as quick. "Us?" ended Lee with both his hands opened out. "I mean, what's the real reason behind all this?" Lee asked firmly still, not softening his expression.

"I still don't understand, Lee," said Michael. "What are you getting at?"

"Why are you doing all this?" stressed Lee, his voice getting louder as his anxiety grew. "I mean, what do you get out of all this? What's in it for you? What do you want from me?" demanded Lee with a string of questions in a single breath as he stared sternly at Michael. The questions seemed to pouring out of Lee like air escaping from a tyre valve. "I need to know, Michael," Lee continued, his eyes firmly fixed on Michael's face.

Michael stared at Lee, his impatient facial expression Michael had never seen before. He felt his heart go even more heavy, aching immensely inside of his chest unbearably.

"What do you mean why I'm doing all this?" said Michael, his voice beginning to rise slightly in frustration, a heavy knot of fear tightening in his stomach as he listened to Lee with his continuing questions. "I'm doing it because you needed the help - you came to me for help, remember? You needed help, and I helped you; what's wrong with that?" in one long breath Michael told Lee.

"I think it's more than that," snapped Lee, looking Michael full in the face. "The day I said I'd leave; you didn't let me. _Why?_ "

"It's nothing, Lee," said Michael, trying to avoid the issue and then looked at straight at him. "Anyway, what difference does it make to you?"

"Trust me, it makes a _big_ difference to me, Mike," replied Lee sharply, staring intensely at Michael now.

"Difference, Lee?" repeated Michael.

"If I _really_ mean anything to you, Michael, then you'll tell me," said Lee, sounding formal even calling him by his first full name instead of Mike.

"You _really_ want to know?" Michael looked Lee straight in the eye and stared at him seriously.

"Yes, really; I'd _really_ like to know," declared Lee, his voice sounding serious and looking Michael straight unblinkingly in the eye.

Something in Lee's voice told Michael that he'd better tell him what was going on.

Michael stood as if thinking for a split second before speaking. "Oh forget it, Lee; it's nothing," sighed Michael. "It won't make any difference anyway," he added.

"No, tell me, Michael!" demanded Lee as he continued with his persistent voice. "What _is_ going on between us?" Lee asked, beginning to feel firmly frustrated now and an impatient frown on his face.

"I told you, Lee, it's nothing!" Michael emphasised being extremely reluctant to say anything, as he was beginning to feel tense; his muscles tightening as he listened to each question posed by Lee. "You won't understand anyway," said Michael, taking a deep breath.

"Try me, Michael," said Lee, firmly in a voice that was beginning to mean business now.

"There's no point, Lee," said Michael, as if still trying to avoid the issue Lee was trying to rise.

Lee stared at him wanting to know what was happening between them both.

Michael sighed as if he knew Lee wouldn't let go of the issue.

"Anyway, I'll only make a fool of myself."

" _Just try me!_ " Lee quickly exclaimed frustratingly in a firm, louder voice now, pulling a sort of contemptuous face making it clear the importance he placed on getting answers to his many questions. It was as if Lee was in no mood for not getting no answers to his questions about Michael.

Michael stared at Lee with an impatience Michael had never seen in his face before.

However, Lee only held this facial expression for several seconds; just waiting for Michael to say what he wanted to hear.

Michael now knew that this wasn't going to end soon, not until he had told Lee how he was feeling about him.

In the slow sustained suspense of Michael not answering Lee's questions, nothing moved except their eyeballs.

And as Michael stared at Lee, it was becoming increasingly clear to him that he had no choice but to tell Lee everything.

Still reluctant to say anything, Michael stared at Lee and sighed. For a few brief seconds, Michael hesitated, whether to lie or not. Then he spoke. "Fine, then listen!" Michael exclaimed too.

Michael looked down, took a deep breath and then raised his head up to face Lee.

"I was lonely, Lee," Michael started as he stared straight into Lee's eyes, sighing. "My home's been a lonely place for me, and I felt quite lonely. Then, unexpectedly, something wonderful happened – _you_ came in to my life, Lee," breathed Michael before continuing. "So, when you came unexpectedly to my house the first time and stayed that night, my loneliness just disappeared almost immediately."

Lee listened attentively to what Michael was saying, his eyes narrowing at eyes.

Michael took another breath and continued.

"When you first came and stayed at my house," inhaled Michael, "I felt your misery, your frustration, your anguish, your worry ... and your loneliness. _I_ felt all those things that _you_ felt, too. I just wanted to help you."

Lee nodded his head to acknowledge he was listening carefully to what he was saying, softening his expression.

Michael continued to explain.

"When you stayed longer, the loneliness had already gone by then, but having you around the house, made my time pass by quickly ... and you were good company, too; I liked having you around."

Lee continued to listen intently, not blinking, not moving.

"As I got to know you more, suddenly, I realised for the very first time my feelings toward you began to change."

"Change?" asked Lee. "What do you mean 'change'?"

"Yes, change," inhaled Michael. "I ... I began to have feelings for you ... I felt something for you," inhaled Michael before continuing. "I wanted you stay with me because I felt very happy; extremely happy, in fact. So, when you were thinking of leaving, I didn't want you to leave, but I couldn't stop you either. I really felt awful that moment. I wanted you so badly, but I couldn't do anything to stop you," said Michael as he took a slow deep breath and let it out just as slowly.

At that moment realising that Lee would leave the house, and Michael's life too, really hurt his heart.

Lee listened attentively in silence as Michael explained.

"That's why I left the room," continued Michael. "I was hurt inside when I thought about you leaving." Michael took another deep breath before continuing again. "You had done so much for me that I just wanted to do something for you."

There was a brief pause before Michael continued.

"That's why I planned the birthday for you, got you the watch and _this_. It was simply my way of thanking you and ... being with you."

There was another brief pause as Lee stared at Michael, a serious expression on his face.

"I didn't plan any of this," began Michael. "I didn't know I'd end up ..." Michael paused knowing what he really wanted to say and let Lee know, but Michael couldn't, or rather wouldn't say for fear of jeopardising his relationship with Lee but in the end, it came out eventually, "fancying you," said Michael, letting his emotions that sat on his lips for days now to slip out about how he _really_ felt about Lee.

Michael had confessed, eventually admitted and finally confronted his true firm feelings for Lee.

He hung his head hastily, having felt so humiliated in front of him.

His heart stopped beating.

For a few split seconds, a sudden hush, a solemn sincere silence had fallen between these two men who, just seconds before, were confronting, talking loudly towards each other.

No sooner than Michael had ended his sentence, Lee did what he did next without thinking and what he was great at. He quickly took a few short steps, moved towards Michael and...

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