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

"It is a huge risk Bri, and a lot of questions need to be asked by you to her," I say to him as I take a seat on the floor along with Brian again.

"I'm going to regret this later," I laugh as I sit with my back against the wall.

"So, what exactly did she say to you?" I ask him, hoping I can get a bit more of an understanding of the situation, so I can help him more.

"Yeah, me too. But it's somewhat soothing considering." I say, shifting a little on the cold floor.

I couldn't have made myself much more obvious then. Fuck it, couples in love have sex, it's a natural part of life. Besides it's not like Zacky's never slept with a guy before.

"Well, she just started talking to me really casually. She apologized for being away all these years as if it was nothing and just flat out asked if we could try and sort things out." I explain, "Then I kind of screamed angrily at her and told her that it was her fault I am the way I am today and she got upset and I stormed out. It didn't exactly go well."

"Yeah, I bet," I grin, "A week after me and Matt had spent a whole week in a hotel room together, an ice bath was like home to me," I smirk at him as I fold my arms over my chest.

It doesn't last though, when my serious face back on.

"Yeah, but you've got her numbers, right? Maybe you could talk to her, apologise and ask to have another meeting, one that isn't such a surprise. Maybe take Coby with you for help in case you get a little emotional."

"That's probably a good idea. Maybe apologize with flowers... mom's like flowers, right?" I ask, "S'just been so long since I've been around one that I didn't want to fuck, I'm not sure anymore."

It amazing how easy it is to lose the ability to be tactful when you've been in my position. I can't help but laug a little.

"That was gross. I apologize." I say, smiling, "I suppose taking Coby along would be my best bet. I'm sure he'd be okay with just being introduced as a friend the first couple of times, right? I'm pretty sure my mom's had enough bombshells dropped on her for the last few weeks."

"No problem man, I may be bisexual, but I have no intension of even imagining a women over the age of thirty," I laugh myself, this is what I love about Brian, he can sometimes be just as tactless as myself sometimes.

"Yeah, that might be the best bet, find out how she feels about gay people first. But you might have to talk to Coby about it, if I know him like I know him, he's not going to take kindly to being introduced as the friend without his say so."

That is one thing that has changed out Coby that is probably for the better. He doesn't look anyone walk all over him anymore, not ever. When he was at school, he was a little bit of a push over when it came to his own love life and relationships. He's really grown over the last few years. Well, that's what he tells us anyway.

"Oh yeah, I'd planned on talking it over with him first. I wasn't just going to go in there and shun him, y'know? To be honest I don't know if I'd actually be able to deny who he was to me in the first place." I say, smiling like the loved up loser I am, "It's just a precaution really. Sounds like a shitty excuse but I just don't know where she stands on the gay thing."

I sigh and lean back against the wall, still cradling my undrunk coffee. I take a long gulp of the bitter liquid. It's pretty cold now but it's better than nothing. And it's like some punishment for getting drunk.

"But she'll have to accept it in the end if she wants to know me because it's part of me. He's part of me now... well, officially anyway."

"Yeah, I mean, if she was really willing to really get to know you, she'd be willing to expect anything. I mean, this way, she doesn't have to worry about you having a whole other family I guess," I am trying to think of some ways for him to justify himself.

I look at his face again, and I notice the little smile on his face as he looks down at his cup of coffee. I can't help but grin myself, after all these years, me where all right!

"Look at that little smile, you talking about Coby like it's all gravy and everything, it's so sweet," I say, as if I couldn't help myself.

"Gravy? Zack, what have we said about Flava Of Love? No." I slap his arm playfully, "Bad trying to be hip Zacky."

He's right though, everything is 'gravy' now. Oh God, even thinking it makes me feel embarassed.

"I can't help myself, y'know?" I say, laughing with sheer happiness, "The past two days have been the happiest of my life and it's all because we're finally together again. Y'know until this morning, I hadn't drunk a thing for a full day. I can't remember the last time I did that."

I sigh happily before thinking back to my other 'reunion' going on. I don't want to deny Coby to my mom. I'm sure she'd love him. She'd have to be crazy not to. He's perfect.

"Well at least she doesn't have to worry about never having grandkids... sort of." I say, half-smiling, "She seems to be a whizz at finding people. Maybe she can help me out there."

And this is why I shouldn't ever drink. Things like this slip out to people they shouldn't slip out to and... fuck, why was I even thinking about him? I've not given my kid a second thought in years, since his mother made it clear I wasn't welcome in his life anymore.

"Well, it's all good that you are happy with him and, huh, you say what?" I ask him a little confused to his choice of words there.

OK, he mentioned something about kids and finding people and...

"Brian? You never told me that... because I... did you have... a kid?"

I feel a little silly that I am asking this and I don't know about this part of his life since I have being one of his best friends for a long time. But then again, addictions can do things to you, maybe he was ashamed so he never told us.

"I have one... that I... know about." I say, my face contorting as the words leave my mouth, "I was a sex addict in case you didn't get the memo. There are probably about fifty little versions of me running around out there."

I wish I hadn't said that, now I'm going to be getting into contact with all my past partners, asking them if they've had any kids. That didn't go too well last time it happened. Of course then I was telling them they might need to get theselves tested...

"Sorry, little snippy. But yeah, there's a son actually. His mom lived out in Jersey, I was there on a conference, there was a... liaison in a diner and nine months later, baby came along." I explain, "I've seen him, before you wonder, he doesn't know I'm his dad though."

"Woah, that's pretty... woah," I say, a little surprised by this sudden confession.

"I mean, I know you have had a few problems in the past, but I... for some reason just can't ever imagine you being one of those people that had kids at all. No offensive, it just seems weird," I tell him.

Matt had always said he bet that Brian had some hidden child somewhere in the shadows. But I never would have thought about it. I'm not sure why though.

"So, Jersey huh? That's where my new assistants from," I laugh, now changing the conversation so we don't keep it in such a depressing state of mind.

"Maybe it's him?" I say, laughing, "He did always have an interest in cars and he'd be about 19 or 20 now."

It won't be him. His mom would never have left him leave Jersey. She was far too overprotective. She lost everything because of him, never graduated high school or anything, she wouldn't dare let him out of her sights.

"I just hope he's my only kid. I don't want a ton of them turning up on my doorstep begging me for money that I don't have."

"Hmmm, possibly," I say as I stroke my chin before laughing myself, "but then again, can you really blame every 20 year old kid wanting to leave Jersey?"

It wouldn't be him, I mean, the odds would just be too ridiculous. Besides, I wouldn't want to fuck around with Brian's son, it would just bring home to me how really young he is and how wrong it is for me and him to be... It could be my kids with someone my age.

"Uck, I feel sick," I inform Brian as I get up off the floor to throw my coffee down the sink, as if it's that that's making me feel so sick.

Great, here comes the guilty.

"Not this one, his mom wouldn't give him permission to even think about leaving Jersey." I say, smiling, "Poor Joe."

I look across at Zacky, he's gone really pale. I know that look, I've had it plenty of times. That's not bad coffee, I feel fine - well, as fine as can be expected after half a bottle of JD in twenty minutes. He's done something very, very wrong.

"Zacky? What did you do?" I ask.

"Joe?" I ask him, completely ignoring his question and looking around the room.

"Erm, what?" I ask him as I suddenly feel very sick, like I need to get out of here before I tell Brian something that I will regret.

"Erm, I forgot, I had to take a car back to a customer at... 2 and it's now... one fifteen... it takes at least an hour to get there. So..."

I start backing out of the small office slowly, keeping a smile on my face as I reach out for the handle.

"You shouldn't be driving anywhere in this kind of state, Zee. Get your assistant to take it, that's what they're for." I point out, "The amount of shit things I've made mine do... that didn't involve my cock."

I laugh a little before realizing Zacky's gone even whiter if that's even possible. He's kind of grey now. Oh God.

"You fucked your assistant." I state simply, not really sure how to react.

High school Zacky doing this wouldn't have suprised me in the least but daddy/practically married Zacky? What the fuck?!

"Zacky?"

"No, no, no. I really should go, he's not qualified to drive it... besides the customer doesn't really like him," I tell him, my voice shaking a little now.

I completely ignore the look he is giving me now as I open the door and walk out into the main part of the garage.

"Erm, J-Dude, I'm just going out, OK?" I say to Josef who's now on the other side of the car not visible to us as I walk past the car, not looking back at Brian who is no doubt following me.

"Zacky, what the fuck is going on here?!" I ask, following him through the garage, trying not to fall over the assorted stuff littering the floor, "Why are you avoiding the question?"

I want to know what's going on, probably kill his assistant for daring to fuck with someone who has the best relationship in the world and at the same time throttle Zacky for leaving me in this confused state of mind.

"I'm not going to kill you, Zee, I just want to know what's going on before my head explodes."

"Nothings going on," I tell him in a hushed whisper as I turn back around to face him.

I walk over towards him, not looking into his eyes as I just tell him, "I'm just really stressed, and I forgot this customer really needs his car back. I'm just worrying. It's nothing."

I hate lying to him, because I'm sure that he can see right through me. It's also makes me feel even worse that I can't even tell this secret to Brian, the person that has done the most fucked up things of them all and will never be disappointed in me because of them.

"You sure, man?" I ask, changing tack now.

The last thing he needs is someone demanding the truth from him. It'll just piss him off and I won't get anything from him. Maybe I should grill the assistant.

"You can tell me anything and it never leaves here." I say, "I'm not going to tell anyone. Not even Coby."

"I... there's nothing, I..."

I sigh and hang my head in shame before bringing it back up slowly again to look at Brian in the face.

"I can't... it's... I'm sorry," I say to him a whisper of a voice before turning my heel and making my way out the small side door

I walk towards the forecourt where most of our cars that are completed are parked. I don't actually have to take the car back to anyone, obviously it was just an accuse. I just plan to take a drive, away from here.

That voice sounds familiar, the smooth American drawl, the slightest hint of a German accent. I push myself up from behind the car, seeing someone I hadn't expected to see again for a long time.

"Brian?" I call out.

He turns round, seeing me behind the car. His eyes widen more than I thought was physically possible, his jaw drops and he turns back to face the direction Zacky sped off in, screaming bloody murder.

I hear Brian scream something at me and I widen my eyes in shock. He has obviously seen Josef, and put two and two together. I run towards the closet car to me, digging into my pocket for any keys I have on me, but I only have the Cady with the off brakes.

I groan as I open the door to the closet door, knowing I am going to have to do some hot wiring otherwise I'm going to die going down a hill in the Cady.

I grab the two wires from underneath the steering wheel and shakily try and connect them.

I can't risk Brian coming out here to give me a piece of his mind.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck COME ON!"

I run across to Zacky as fast as I can. He's fucked my son. He's actually fucked my son. HE'S FUCKED MY FREAKIN' SON! I'm going to kill him. No, no actually, I'm going to demand an explanation, then kill him. Fuck explanations, I'll just torture him.

"Baker, you are so fucking dead!" I call, getting to the car just in time.

I never expected the first person I had to do the dad scare tactics on would be Zacky. One of my oldest friends.

I nearly wrench the door off the side of the car in an attempt to get in before Zacky can get away.

"Josef... you fucked JOSEF?!"

"FUCK!" I scream as I bolt out of the door and try to crawl to the other side of the car in the passengers seat.

"Look I... I was stressed and... he offered and... how was I supposed to know he was your son and..."

I'm shaking now as I watch Brian climb into the drivers seat as just sit up against the passengers door, trying my hardest to get through the door without even opening it, I'm just so frozen with fear, I have never seen him so mad before.

"Brian, please."

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