RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

[[Hmmm, OH WAIT! Didn't we have the Josef/Zacky thing happening while Matt was sick? And the revalation that Josef's Brian's son and whatnot? Could be something to do while we figure out the specifics of the other idea.]]

[[Hmmm, that might be an idea. OK, cooooool!]]

[[Okies. I shall switch across.]]

I rub my hands over my face as I get off of the phone with Mr. Martin, explaining to him why his Chevy won't be completed for another week. Why is it that customers assume that we don't ever have families, or problems with said families?

"Fuck why did this have to happen now?" I ask myself, well, my hands as I keep my eyes trained on the notice board in front of me.

I have never felt so stressed out in all my life. My family life feels like it's being pulled away from my grasp, my little boy is growing up too fast for me to handle it, and now my future husband is in hospital, so that's someone else I have to take care of.

I push open the small door into the garage. I'm a little bit late but surely Zacky won't mind that. I mean, the traffic's insane and it's not as if I've really got anything I need to do right away this morning.

"Morning boss!" I call as I walk across the forecourt towards him, "We busy today?"

I adjust the hat which is perched perfectly atop my head and lean against the wall, "You look stressed, what's going on?"

I open my eyes and look up at Josef who seems to be smirking down at me. I pinch the bridge of my nose before pushing myself out of my chair and walking past Josef.

"You're. Late," I tell him before walking over to the other side of the garage and make my way over to the Chevy parked in the middle of the garage.

"You are always late Joe," I mutter under my breath angrily.

I'm not mad at Josef really, I'm just so stressed out and he's the easiest one to take it out on. Matt's too weak to take it, I don't want to scream out at my kids, and I have no other friends.

"Have you seen the traffic today, man? It's crazy." I insist following him over to the car, "I don't mean to be late, I just..."

Get caught up messing with my landlords sexually confused son... who's sexual confusion might just be all my fault.

"Am." I offer him a smile by way of apology, the closest anyone ever gets to the actual words being said.

I drop the spanner I had just picked up back onto the table before turning around to face Josef and placing my hands on my hips.

I walk over to him with the same stern look on my face.

"Just get to work, now," I tell him before walking past him and back towards my desk on the other side of the room, feeling more and more guilty with every step I take towards my destination.

I don't want to be mad at Josef, I don't want to be mad at anyone. I just can't help myself, I need to let some aggression out otherwise I'm going to blow up in someone's face.

"Zeig heil." I mutter under my breath.

What the fuck has got him so riled up? I pick up one of the tools from the desk and set about working on the dents in the car's door. Allegedly due to something hitting him, looks more like a scorned lover tried to force their foot through the door.

I work on the door, imagining every blow is connecting with my bastard fathers face. The jailbound scum he is. I got a letter from him this morning, again denying my existence, calling my mom a whore. I don't know what it is about jail that's made him hate us so much.

I pick up the phone and dial the number of the hospital reception that I was told to call if I ever needed to call Matt's room. I get through to the lady on the other end of the phone, who seems happy enough, until I ask for Matt's room.

"Oh, I'm sorry... Mr Baker, but Mr Sanders is unavailable at the moment."

"What? How can he be unavailable? What are you, his secretary?" I ask the women on the other end of the phone, my voice rising as I do so, as does my body from the chair.

"There is no need to be rude."

"Alright then. Tell me where my lover is and why I can't talk to him... please," I roll my eyes at my need to be polite to this woman.

"You just can't Mr Baker. Sorry."

I hear the dial tone before I can even say anything to the woman about how I'll call the board of directors on her sorry ass.

"That bitch!" I yell into the phone before throwing it down onto the receiver, "fucking homophobic cunt of a BITCH!"

Can't even talk to my future husband about how shit I am feeling because of homophobic hospital staff. Bastards.

I can hear Zacky screaming at someone, insulting some woman - which isn't normally a cause for alarm. I kind of want to go and see how he is, offer him some comfort, maybe? But at the same time I'd like to have a head by the end of the day.

"You okay, Zacky?" I call from where I am, not sure if it's loud enough for him to hear.

I hold off beating ~~my dad~~ the car again until I hear any kind of response.

I sigh as I run my fingers through my hair and look up at the ceiling as I let out the longest breath I have ever held in.

"No Joe, of course I'm not OK," Now the flood gates of truth have opened, nothings going to be left, "I just try to call my lover at the fucking hospital to find out how they are doing but the fucking homophobic hospital staff won't let me. I fucking hate those fucking judgement women!"

OK, I think I might have let out a little more than I should have there. I mean, I don't even know whether Josef knows I am gay or not. Oooh shit, I bet he's a homophobe now, great great, fucking great.

"For fuck sake!"

I smile a little. I did have my suspicions about Zacky's leanings. I mean, I knew he had kids but he never talked about a wife. I drop the hammer on the floor and get up from my spot, walking over to him.

"You think with the new bill passed that places would be a little more open about same sex relationships." I say, resting a hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry. You want me to give them hell? Pose as your boyfriend's lawyer or something?"

I smirk at the thought of doing this. I love causing mischief, I have a whole list of psuedonyms for such an occasion.

I quirk my eyebrow at him, looking over my shoulder at him as a small smile breaks out on my face.

"That would be hilarious, if I didn't want to be kicked out of the hospital for life. I'm not getting any younger y'know," I tell him before wiping my hand over my face.

"I'm sorry I'm in a pisser of a mood today, I'm just, stressed out because of Matt... my boyfriend, and my kids and... fuck, we're so busy too. It's all getting on top of me and you're just the easiest person to attack."

I turn my head around to face him again, "I'm sorry."

Oh come on Zacky, let Gaylord Cox live!

I wave it off, "Don't worry about it. I'm used to being the target of rage."

It's not technically true. Being yelled at by my boss and having my dad deny my existence through a letter aren't really the same thing. I smile all the while so I don't make it look as if I'm just saying this to get him to stop bitching at me.

"You wanna get it all out, Zacky? Might be easier to just scream and shout at someone." I say, being far too nice for my own good today.

"No, I'm pretty good now actually, I think yelling at that woman was enough for me. Now I just want to fucking cry," I laugh under my breath before running my hands through my still amazingly thick dyed black hair.

"If I was you, I'd just stay away from me, get back to work. It's gonna be a hell of a lot more fun than listen to me whine," I tell him before placing my hand on his shoulder, "thanks anyway though."

I smile at him and we seem to be stood in this position for a while, just looking at each other. Ooooh shit, I've seen this movie before.

He doesn't look like he'll be okay. He looks like he needs a hug, some kind of comfort, any kind of comfort. I step a little closer to him, looking him over. He is really good looking to say he's in his 40's. I thought only movie stars and rock stars stayed hot past this age.

"I'd happily listen to you whine, Zacky. If you need me to." I say, smiling, "I just want to make you feel better."

I hope he either misses the hint or gets the hint depending on how he'll react. I don't want to be making the first move here, he could fire me. I can't let that happen, I need this job.

"Whatever you need."

I look him up and down before clenching my jaw a little before speaking. He's hinting to me, that, he wants to comfort me. Are you kidding me? He's twenty! What would he want with this old faggot?

"If you're joke hinting that you want to help me, then don't bother. Because I am not in the mood for a joke," I tell him.

But, the look on his face tells me that he may not be joking. This twenty year old wants me. He... he really wants me?

Sweet.

"Why would I be joke hinting, Zacky? Have you seen you?" I ask, "I mean, fucking hell, you're beautiful, you're fuckin' perfect. I've not seen anyone as hot as you before."

Not technically the truth, my mom's friend Brian, now he was hot as hell. The things that man's done to me in my head... Mmmm. Besides the point, fuck Zacky now, fantasize later.

"If you want me to help you, I'll do it. I want to do it."

"You... want to?" I ask him, completely confused as he just stands there, looking completely honest about the fact that he actually wants to, that he finds me hot, that he... yeah, he wants it!

But... Matt. What do I do? We are going be to married soon, I love him, and... he still.. I can't justify myself right now. I can't even think straight, all I can see if Josef's hand moving down to my chest and I take a deep breath.

"I... w-need it," I tell him, "but no kissing, no romance, I just... need something. To fuck you."

I nod in agreement, "That's all I'd expected."

I don't want romance from Zacky, he's got someone, it'd just make me feel uncomfortable. Besides I'm not really big on the whole romance side of things. Just makes everything complicated. You fuck someone and it's nothing. You get all romantic and intimate and everything changes.

"That's good then?" I state, which sounds more like a question when it leaves my mouth as I bite into my lip.

"I'll look the doors, put up the closed signs," I tell him in a low voice as I walk away from him to lock the doors and lock up the shop.

What am I doing? Do I really want to do this?

To ruin everything that I have, to cheat on my boyfriend, to ruin my family. I don't want to, but I just feel like I need it. This guy, he's half my age, and he thinks I'm hot and worth sex. I don't know why, but there is something screaming at me inside my head that I need this. And I just can't block it out. I do need this.

I watch as he walks to lock everything up. I do feel slightly guilty about doing this. I mean, no doubt he'll end up hating himself later and blah blah blah but it's been so long. And he's so fucking hot.

I peel my shirt off as I watch him walk away, just to get the proceedings in motion and because it's fucking boiling in here. I didn't realize New York could ever feel this kind of heat.

I throw my keys onto the desk I finish locking up the side door and the man door so no one can walk in at all. I rub at my forehead before walking over to Josef who's standing at the side of the Chevy with his shirt on the floor.

My breath hitches in my throat as I look over his perfect young body. I haven't seen a lean, creamy skinned chest like that in so long, it makes me... hungry for it again.

"Fuck," I let out as I walk over to him.

I don't take my shirt off like he has just yet, I can leave that for Josef to do. I don't want him to regret asking me for this because of my bit of belly. That would be the most embarrassing and depressing experience of my sex life bar none.

I smirk a little as I see his reaction to me. I lean against the car a little, knowing how much that'd piss it's owner off. They're not exactly big on anyone under the age of 30 going anywhere near their babies, convinced we're going to try and steal them.

"So," I start, looking across at him, my voice slipping to it's smooth, seductive tone, "Where are we doing this?"

I jump up on the hood of the car, "Coz I always liked getting dirty on the cars."

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