I finally caught up with you. These are updated chapters. I made some minor updates and fixes for Millennium and Poor Mans Son and reposted the chapters. Enjoy.
September 23, 2003
Tribeca
New York, NY
Brad
I was lying in bed, panting from having yet another amazing round of sex with Jake. “It doesn’t get better than that,” he said, making me smile.
“No, it doesn’t,” I agreed. We lay there peacefully, while I let my mind drift as I pondered his statement. When I’d been with a guy in the past, that would have been a less-than-honest statement, because in the back of my mind I’d compare that guy to Robbie and he’
Thanks so much. I’ve been watching your comments as you tear through the saga. I have a bunch of edits to upload for stories in your path. It’s a race to see if I’ll have time to do that before you get there. 😀
September 22, 2003
Escorial
Palo Alto, CA
Will
I smiled at Zach as I walked over to him, neither one of us saying anything. It seemed to take forever for me to actually reach him, and when I did, I just embraced him like he was my refuge, and I felt him hugging me back just as strongly. We remained like that, gripped together, for what seemed like a blissful eternity, like we were letting our souls reconnect before the rest of us followed.
“I missed yo
I hardly think that showing someone with an ecstasy hangover is glorifying drug use. 🙄
I appreciate that, but consider this. Most of the people on this site have had at least an experimental phase with drugs or alcohol, one that probably coincided with their late teens and early 20's. To ignore that, and have these men (and women) behave as if they are pure as the driven snow when it comes to drug use, is in my mind a huge insult to those we have lost because of narcotics. With Will, at least at this point, drugs are a fun way to occasionally enhance his partying, which is what I did when I was younger, and what many of you did as well.
What's interesting to me is that we've dealt with casual drug use (Brad and Robbie both did ecstasy), but then again, they were older when they did that. I'd love to have Will chime into this forum and go Brad on all of us for implying that he's too young and immature to party. 😀
Someone in Will's age range (17-22) who has a lot of money and who is popular is going to run into the drug scene constantly. He's at a fashion party in NYC (which was the home of Studio 54!) and he's not going to be around drugs? I think that casual drug use is part of his life, just as it mostly likely is with Darius, Ryan, and John. I think that extrapolating that into a "drug problem" at this stage is a stretch. If his drug use was impacting his studies or his relationships, I'd classify it as a problem, but it hasn't done that.
September 21, 2003
Tribeca
New York, NY
Brad
“Did you tell JJ you were coming?” Jake asked as the car stopped in front of the condo.
“If I didn’t it’s a little late now, isn’t it?” I teased, as we grabbed our bags from the driver and dragged them into the condo building. He rolled his eyes at me. “I called him and told him.”
“I was hoping we were on his approved visitor list,” he said.
“If we’re not, it’s just too fucking bad,” I growled
September 20, 2003
The Four Seasons Restaurant
New York, NY
Will
“I’m so glad you decided to stay over,” Patrick said, which was really sweet. In the end, the plans had changed, and Wade and Alex had decided to go to Boston instead of New York. They’d decided it was probably easier to provide security there, and it seemed that Matt had been pretty freaked out about the exploding Suburban and had all but demanded that Wade come home. My father, Jake, and Grand
September 20, 2003
Blacksburg, VA
Wade
We were driving quickly away from the nursing home when my logical mind kicked in, finally overcoming the shock of seeing both of Alex’s parents killed. “Wait,” I said to Jorge and Alex.
“Excuse me?” Alex asked, amazed that I wouldn’t want to escape from here as quickly as possible.
“I think it may be important for us to see this through, and to be there when the authorities arrive,” I suggested. Alex stared at me