The Deepest Brown Eyes
Pt. 1
(the author’s pick of the season)
Brian listened attentively as Leo Brown once again went over the 2003 goals
for Brown Athletics. Kevin sat next to Brian and pretended to listen as well,
but his mind was far from marketing projections, and profit goals. Brian
had been in town for three days, and not once had he gotten together with
his former flame. He had failed to answer Kevin’s numerous calls to
his suite, and seemed to mysteriously disappear every day after work. According
to The Plaza Chicago desk clerk Mr. Kinney never returned before
Kevin was the first to break the awkward silence. “Have you been enjoying
your stay?” he asked.
“Very much.” Brian said without looking
Kevin’s way.
“I thought I might stop by your suite later on after work.”
“No thanks, I have other plans.” Brian continued to look straight
ahead.
“Anyone I know?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact.”
Kevin smiled. “I should have known, you brought
Justin with you. That explains why you’ve been vanishing every evening.
Why don’t you let me take you, and your boy out for
drinks. Afterwards we could go back to your suite
and have ourselves a little party, just the three of us, or if you like,
I know a place uptown that would just love your Justin.” he suggested.
Brian felt his body cringe. “I don’t think so.” he said.
“Angel, you’re not still mad at me are you? I told you I didn’t
hurt your boy on purpose. I’ll admit it may have gotten a little rough,
but I’m telling you he loved it.” Kevin grinned. “You’ve
got to get over it Angel. It was just a fuck, that’s all it was, just
boys having a little fun.”
“I’m over it Kevin, I found a way to come to terms with it.”
Brian said.
“Good. How did you manage that?” Kevin asked.
Brian turned, and looked at Kevin. “I fucked your wife.” he said
nonchalantly.
“What?”
“You didn’t really believe that bullshit Christy gave you about
going antiquing with a girlfriend did you?”
At that moment Leo Brown returned to his office, and once again took his
seat behind his desk. “Sorry for the interruption boys, where
were we?” he asked.
“Leo, let me stop you here.” Brian interjected. “Over the
past three days I’ve toured your facilities, and spoken with your workers.
I’ve seen your samples, met with your marketing department, and generally
gotten the feel of your company. I believe I’m in tune with the direction
that you would like to go with this new summer line. I see no reason why
I should remain in
Leo Brown sat back in his chair, and looked at Vanguard’s finest.
“Isn’t he amazing Kevin?” he asked.
“He certainly is.” Kevin replied automatically. He was still in
shock when Brian rose from his seat, and shook Leo’s hand.
“You’ve been a most generous host Mr. Brown. I look forward to
seeing you soon.” Brian said. He then turned to Kevin, and shook his
hand as well. “I’ll see you in March partner.” he said.
“Have a good day gentlemen.”
Brian exited Leo’s office, and headed for the front door of Brown Athletics.
He stopped briefly at the desk of Kevin’s assistant, and handed her
a package. Please make sure that Kevin gets this.” he told the smiling
woman. Brian said his goodbyes to the admiring secretaries, and then walked
outside to his awaiting limo.
Kevin didn’t hear the rest of Leo’s meeting. What the fuck was
Brian talking about? He told himself that Brian was laying, but then again
how could he have known about Christy going antiquing with a girlfriend?
Surely that skinny little faggot hadn’t put his filthy dick inside his
wife. Leo’s meeting finally ended, and Kevin looked at his watch. Brian
should have made it back to The Plaza by now. “Get Brian Kinney on the
line.” Kevin barked at his assistant as he hurried past her desk.
“Mr. Kinney left something for you sir. I put it on
your.......”
Kevin slammed his office door before she could finish her sentence. He looked
at the package sitting in the middle of his desk. The aroma permeating from
the box wrapped in brown paper, and adorned with red ribbon gave the hint
of Cuban cigars. Kevin slowly peeled off the paper, and opened the box to
find that his suspicions had been right. Inside were two dozen Cuban cigars,
with an envelope laying on top of them. Kevin picked
up the sealed note, and opened it to find three hundred dollar bills, and
a short message: Looking forward to seeing you next month. Have a cigar partner,
and pass this tip along to your wild girl. Always,
Brian.
“Mr. McLauren, I have Brian on line one.”
Kevin’s assistant informed him over the speaker phone.
“Yes Kevin?”
“You son-of-a-bitch.” Kevin growled.
“Oh, I see you opened my gift.” Brian smiled. “Please pass
that little tip in the envelope on to your wife. Tell Christy that I can’t
make it tonight, I had to leave town early. Tell her to buy herself something
pretty from me.”
“Bastard! You think this is a joke? I could have you arrested for
rape.”
“Rape?” Brian laughed. “It’s
going to be kind of hard to explain how I raped your wife every evening for
the past three days, in the same cheap hotel room, from six till ten thirty.
Whew! She certainly is your girl Kev, a fiery little
thing, and so eager to learn. I taught her how to take it like a
man.”
“You little faggot.......!”
“I’ll admit she was a little awkward at first, but once I got my
dick all the way in she was like a duck in water. Poor thing, she couldn’t
get enough, she kept begging me for more.”
Kevin fought to keep his voice down “Son -of-a-bitch, wait until I get
my hands on you...” he growled. “You little slut, goddamn faggot,
I’ll....”
“I have to go finish packing Kev. I’ll
see you in March.” Brian said politely. He could still hear Kevin swearing
as he hung up the phone.
The infuriated husband’s eyes narrowed. Brian wasn’t going to get
away with this. Kevin cancelled his appointments for the rest of the day,
and headed
for The Plaza Chicago.
Anthony Massey ended his stockholders meeting early after receiving an urgent
message from his assistant. There was trouble at The Plaza Chicago. A
hundred things flashed through the millionaire entrepreneur's mind as he
picked up the phone. “What’s the matter John?” Tony asked
his head of security, then braced himself for the
worst.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you Mr. Massey, but we’ve taken
two gentlemen into custody for assault.” John said.
Tony’s heart skipped a beat. “Was anyone killed?” he asked.
“No sir.”
“Was someone seriously injured?”
“No, I wouldn’t say that either sir.”
“Then what’s the problem? Just take the hooligans to jail.”
“One of the hooligans claims to be a friend of yours. His name is Kevin
McLauren.”
“Kevin?”
“Yes sir. According to Mr. McLauren
he was assaulted by one of our guest, Brian Kinney.”
“Brian?” Tony held the phone away from his ear, and looked at the
receiver. “Don’t do anything until I get there.” he ordered.
Tony was met by his head of Plaza Chicago security, and briefed on the event
that leads to the arrest of Brian Kinney, and Kevin
McLauren. Apparently Mr.
McLauren had paid Mr. Kinney a visit, and a fight
ensued shortly thereafter. Tony, and John took the
elevator up to Brian’s suite. By all evidence, the battle had been a
fierce one. The glass tables in the sitting area were shattered, the linen
sofa, and matching chairs were overturned, the custom made French drapes
were torn from their rods, and blood was spattered about the ivory colored
carpet. Tony walked over to the bedroom, and looked inside. Brian’s
bed was neatly made, and his luggage was packed, and sitting near the door.
“What was Mr. Kinney’s check-out time?” Tony asked.
“He was booked with us until Friday afternoon, but he had called downstairs
for an early check-out today.” John said.
“Did anyone call the house doctor?”
“Yes sir, he’s with Mr. McLauren as we
speak. Mr. McLauren apparently got the worst of
it sir. The doctor wanted to transfer him to the hospital, but he refuses
to go. They’re both being held by two officers downstairs in the
basement.”
“Let’s go see them.” Tony said.
Brian was the first person that Tony saw when he walked into The Plaza Chicago
security holding area. Brian’s face and eyes were red, both fists were
swollen, and his designer suit was spattered with blood. He was sitting at
one end of a long conference room style table, with one wrist handcuffed
to the table leg. Brian looked up into Tony’s face. “Shit.”
He mumbled, and turned away.
Tony walked to the other end of the table where Kevin was in far worst shape,
and being attended to by The Plaza’s house doctor on call. Like Brian,
Kevin had one wrist handcuffed to the table leg. His fists were
bruised, and swollen, his clothes were torn, and
there were spatters of blood all over his suit. Kevin’s left eye was
rapidly closing underneath the ice-pack the doctor was holding in place,
his bottom lip was split, and there were prominent fingerprints around his
neck. The doctor looked up at Tony. “This one needs to go to the
hospital.” he said.
Kevin brushed the doctor’s hand away. “Tony, thank god you’re
here! Tell them to take these goddamn things off of me!” Kevin yanked
against the shackle on his wrist.
Tony turned to his three security guards, and to his house doctor. “Leave
us for a few moments.” he said. Justin’s former lover waited until
the room had cleared, before pulling up a chair, and taking a seat in the
middle of the long conference room style table. Tony crossed his legs, and
casually looked from one end of the table to the other at the two combatants.
“Lovers quarrel?” He finally asked nonchalantly.
“THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH FUCKED MY WIFE!” Kevin bellowed.
“Brian?” Tony’s head quickly turned to the other end of the
table.
“I’LL KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE FAGGOT! GET THIS SHIT OFF ME!”
Kevin fought against the handcuff. “HOW DARE YOU PUT
YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON MY WIFE!”
“What the fuck is going on Brian?” Tony asked.
“That’s none of your fucking business.” Brian said bravely,
even though he was visibly shaken.
Tony’s eyes widened. “Excuse me, none of my business? That’s
where you’re wrong Brian.” Tony stood up, and began to slowly pace
the floor. “I’ve got
approximately five thousand dollars worth of damage done to one of my suites,
and I’m going to have to offer compensation to the guests that you
disturbed. You made it my fucking business when you treated my five star
hotel like a goddamn flophouse. IT BECAME MY FUCKING
BUSINESS WHEN YOU TWO
STUPID WHORES BROUGHT THAT BACKROOM,
“Brian’s still pissed because I fucked his boy, aren’t you
angel?” Kevin smirked.
“YOU RAPED HIM!” Brian roared. “AND DON’T CALL ME
ANGEL!”
Tony stopped, and looked at Kevin. He stared in disbelief as the bound man
began to give a detailed description of Justin’s assault.
“First I made him blow the cowboy. I was going to let him fuck your
boy first, but he freaked out when Justin started to panic. The little shit
wouldn’t hold still, so I smacked him around a little. He likes it rough
Brian. I think his dick actually got hard when I put my hand around his
throat.” Kevin smiled sardonically.
Brian stared at the floor in front of him. Tony watched as he slowly opened
and closed his fists, and pull against the handcuff.
“First I rammed my cock down his throat, then
I had the cowboy hold him down while I fucked him.” Kevin continued.
“The little slut loved it, he kept begging for more, and I gave it to
him. I fucked him until I had him crying like a little bitch, and he finally
begged me to stop. Then I flipped him over onto his belly, and fucked him
some more. I taught your boy how to take it like a man Brian. I did him dry,
I can still see him clinching the sheets.” Kevin laughed.
Tony couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Now reeling with rage, he
briefly braced himself against the wall in a futile effort to compose himself.
So this was the motherfucker who had hurt his princess. Tony loosened his
tie, and prepared to unleash his wrath. He was headed for Kevin’s end
of the table but suddenly stopped when he saw the tears streaming down
Brian’s face. Dear god, this wasn’t only about Justin. Tony cautiously
walked over to Brian, and knelt down close to him. Justin’s former lover
gently stroked his fingers through the broken man’s hair, then down
along the side of Brian’s face. “Precious, is that what that
son-of-a-bitch did to you?” Tony asked the rhetorical question. “It
wasn’t your fault Brian, you were only fourteen,
you were just a baby.” Tony said.
“Baby my ass!” Kevin continued to rant. “That fucking baby
was banging them two, and three at a time, and loving it. WEREN’T YOU
SLUT?”
Tony briefly leered at Kevin, then stood up and walked over to the holding
room door. He opened it, and beckoned for his head of security. “Give
me the
key John.” Tony ordered.
“Sir?”
“I said give me the goddamn key!”
John’s hand trembled as he reluctantly passed his boss the key to the
handcuffs.
“I want you to take the others back upstairs,
then stand by the door. I don’t give a fuck
what you hear, don’t come back, and don’t let anyone pass you until
I come for you. Do you understand me?” Tony asked.
“Yes sir.”
Tony returned to the holding room, and once again knelt down next to Brian.
“The police report, and the house doctor’s
report will state that Mr. McLauren sustained his
injuries during an altercation that took place in your suite, when he assaulted
you.” Tony fabricated the story as he unlocked the handcuffs. “There
won’t be any charges brought against you. You were forced to
defended yourself with extreme prejudice when this
jealous husband attacked you for having a consensual fling with his
wife.”
Brian rubbed his freed wrist, and raised his bowed head for the first time
to look into the deepest brown eyes he’d
ever seen. “Thank you.” he uttered.
Again Tony gently stroked his fingers through Brian’s hair, then down
along the side of his face. “I’ll be standing just outside the
door.” he said. “Try not to kill the motherfucker. It gets a little
complicated after that.” Tony smiled.
NEXT WEEK: The Deepest Brown Eyes, part 2
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