Randall.
“I thought he said he couldn’t make it to the recital.” He climbed into the passenger seat and Eli slipped into the driver’s seat.
Eli started the car. “I guess he changed his mind.”
* * * *
Apparently they weren’t the only ones with the idea of going to the lakefront to play. When they arrived Eli and Randall found most of their older classmates there playing music and hanging out and having a good time. He and Randall got out of the car and joined them. But most of them were gone by the time midnight rolled around, leaving Randall and Eli pretty much alone under the gazebo.
There were a couple of other cars parked nearby and a few people walked along the banks of Lake Pontchartrain.
Eli raised his violin and walked around Randall who sat on a picnic bench. Randall’s eyes stayed glued on him as he performed a medley of songs and then Randall joined him for a rousing rendition of whimsical dual violin songs that they learned as children. Some of the songs Mr. Dubisson forbade them to play, calling them childish.
But in the end both he and Randall laughed hysterically, hugged each other, and shared another steamy kiss under the starry, moonlit sky.
Chapter Nine
A loud knock at his door at three in the morning woke Eli from a very sound sleep. “Who is it?” he asked, hopping into a pair of drawstring pajama bottoms and hurrying to the front of the apartment.
Only a few people, like his parents, knew the security code to get past the gate to his front door. “Who is it?”
“It’s me.” The male voice wasn’t his father’s.
Eli hesitated. “Go away.”
“Don’t have me kick the door in, Eli,” Dimitri threatened. He continued to beat on the door until Eli opened it.
“What do you want?” he asked as Dimitri removed his shoes.
Eli looked him over and pushed his way inside. He looked pissed at the world.
“Where is he?” he asked.
“Who?” Eli said, closing and locking the door.
“You know who, Randall.”
“Why do you think he’s here?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Eli. I saw the two of you kissing in the parking lot of the auditorium and at the lakefront.”
“Stalk much?” Eli asked.
“You’re damn right. Now where is he?” Dimitri walked toward the stairs.
“He’s not here,” Eli said.
Dimitri ignored his answer and headed up the stairs. “If he’s in your bed I swear I’m going to strangle you.” Eli smirked. “You have some nerve coming here and threatening me after you disappeared from my life for a month,” he called after him as he climbed the stairs. He found Dimitri sitting in one of the Queen Anne chairs with his face in his hands. “Are you satisfied that Randall is not in my bed, unconscious from me loving him to death? I dropped him off at home, and he’s probably fast asleep like I was until you came pounding on the door like a lunatic.” Dimitri looked up and glared at him.
Eli ignored him, walked over to the bed, and sat down. “Why are you here?”
“I came to put a stop to this relationship you have with Randall.” Eli shook his head. He supposed the two of them did look pretty serious earlier.
“Did you fuck him?”
“That’s none of your business,” Eli said.
Dimitri rose and walked over to him. “It is certainly my business.
You belong to me.”
Eli laughed. “You don’t own me.”
Dimitri sat down next to him and sniffed.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to smell Randall on you.”
“You have no right to complain. You were the one who left me and sold me out for a measly one million dollars. What happened?
Did you blow through it already and come here looking for more?”
“I didn’t cash the check,” Dimitri said, reaching out and stroking Eli’s face with one of his fingers. “God, I miss you.” Dimitri tried to kiss him, but Eli managed to wiggle out of his grasp.
“I told you I didn’t cash the check.”
“Then you’re a fool. You better do so quickly, because it expires after
“I thought he said he couldn’t make it to the recital.” He climbed into the passenger seat and Eli slipped into the driver’s seat.
Eli started the car. “I guess he changed his mind.”
* * * *
Apparently they weren’t the only ones with the idea of going to the lakefront to play. When they arrived Eli and Randall found most of their older classmates there playing music and hanging out and having a good time. He and Randall got out of the car and joined them. But most of them were gone by the time midnight rolled around, leaving Randall and Eli pretty much alone under the gazebo.
There were a couple of other cars parked nearby and a few people walked along the banks of Lake Pontchartrain.
Eli raised his violin and walked around Randall who sat on a picnic bench. Randall’s eyes stayed glued on him as he performed a medley of songs and then Randall joined him for a rousing rendition of whimsical dual violin songs that they learned as children. Some of the songs Mr. Dubisson forbade them to play, calling them childish.
But in the end both he and Randall laughed hysterically, hugged each other, and shared another steamy kiss under the starry, moonlit sky.
Chapter Nine
A loud knock at his door at three in the morning woke Eli from a very sound sleep. “Who is it?” he asked, hopping into a pair of drawstring pajama bottoms and hurrying to the front of the apartment.
Only a few people, like his parents, knew the security code to get past the gate to his front door. “Who is it?”
“It’s me.” The male voice wasn’t his father’s.
Eli hesitated. “Go away.”
“Don’t have me kick the door in, Eli,” Dimitri threatened. He continued to beat on the door until Eli opened it.
“What do you want?” he asked as Dimitri removed his shoes.
Eli looked him over and pushed his way inside. He looked pissed at the world.
“Where is he?” he asked.
“Who?” Eli said, closing and locking the door.
“You know who, Randall.”
“Why do you think he’s here?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Eli. I saw the two of you kissing in the parking lot of the auditorium and at the lakefront.”
“Stalk much?” Eli asked.
“You’re damn right. Now where is he?” Dimitri walked toward the stairs.
“He’s not here,” Eli said.
Dimitri ignored his answer and headed up the stairs. “If he’s in your bed I swear I’m going to strangle you.” Eli smirked. “You have some nerve coming here and threatening me after you disappeared from my life for a month,” he called after him as he climbed the stairs. He found Dimitri sitting in one of the Queen Anne chairs with his face in his hands. “Are you satisfied that Randall is not in my bed, unconscious from me loving him to death? I dropped him off at home, and he’s probably fast asleep like I was until you came pounding on the door like a lunatic.” Dimitri looked up and glared at him.
Eli ignored him, walked over to the bed, and sat down. “Why are you here?”
“I came to put a stop to this relationship you have with Randall.” Eli shook his head. He supposed the two of them did look pretty serious earlier.
“Did you fuck him?”
“That’s none of your business,” Eli said.
Dimitri rose and walked over to him. “It is certainly my business.
You belong to me.”
Eli laughed. “You don’t own me.”
Dimitri sat down next to him and sniffed.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to smell Randall on you.”
“You have no right to complain. You were the one who left me and sold me out for a measly one million dollars. What happened?
Did you blow through it already and come here looking for more?”
“I didn’t cash the check,” Dimitri said, reaching out and stroking Eli’s face with one of his fingers. “God, I miss you.” Dimitri tried to kiss him, but Eli managed to wiggle out of his grasp.
“I told you I didn’t cash the check.”
“Then you’re a fool. You better do so quickly, because it expires after
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