THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Alden

Written by Lady Poetess
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story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

ONE

Justin Alden Wynn hated coming home precisely because he knew this
was coming. By 'this', he was referring to the pitying and
condescending expression on his Uncle John's face. But he was out
of places to run, and he had nowhere to go to but back to the only
man whom Alden could rely on. John Schneider thought Alden was a
jerk. He made that clear two years ago when nineteen-year old
Alden decided to leave the farm to make something for himself.
Their shouting match saw John saying some things that still cut
Alden deep.

He bit his lower lip, trying not to dwell on the past as he
surveyed the farm. He never knew his parents - they died when
Alden was too young to remember. John was the only father figure
he knew, although both of them never had an easy relationship.
Damn, it still hurt when John called Alden's father - John's
stepbrother - an irresponsible SOB and that Alden would turn out
like his father if he didn't embrace responsibility of running the
farm. Alden had thought he hated John, but now, with bitter
experiences learned from his mistakes, he knew that he never hated
John. He was too young to understand that he felt trapped by
John's rigidly moral stances, a stance that he now appreciated
better now that he was older and wiser.

John was working like a bull as usual. The man was forty-three, an
incomprehensibly ancient age to Alden's twenty-one year old
mentality, handling the harvester like a pro. Watching him, Alden
felt humbled. He had never seen a man that worked so hard to keep
a roof over their hands. Alden knew that it hadn't been easy for
John. Farmers had it harder and harder every year, as bank
regulations seemed to deliberately squeeze every last drop of
their life's blood.

"Alden?" John called, stopping the machine he was driving when he
saw the man standing on the dirt path.

"Hello John." The words were more difficult to say than Alden
expected. He hated the smug look that would sure to come from
John.

But John only jumped onto the ground, his face showing only
concern, as he rushed towards Alden. "Oh God, Alden, you should
have told me you were coming," he said, his voice choked.

Before Alden could prepare himself, he was swept into John's
embrace. When Alden was younger, John would swing Alden off his
feet and spun the young boy around until Alden laughed at the
older man's exuberance. But Alden had outgrown John in height and
muscular bulk by the time he turned sixteen, and since then, John
had never touched Alden anymore with such unrestrained emotion.
Alden never knew how much he missed that until now.

John gave a surprised shout of laughter as Alden lifted John
easily off his feet and spun the man around in his arms just like
John would do to him when he was a kid. "Put me down, you crazy
kid," John exclaimed. They both fell onto the ground, John on
Alden, and they both laughed as if they had always been friends,
as if Alden had never left. John finally sighed as his laughter
died, and his fingers pushed back Alden's short straight hair from
Alden's forehead. "Welcome home, kid," John said.

Alden nodded gratefully. John's welcome meant more to him that
John would never know.



It felt good to have someone around the farm, even if that someone
was his nephew Alden, John thought as he sat in the dining room
and watched Alden make them dinner. Alden surprised him by showing
up two weeks ago and actually getting down to help around the farm
without any complaining like he used to. The younger Alden had
always wanted to party when there was always work to be done. John
knew how that he screwed up by treating Alden like a grown-up even
when Alden was a young man with a young man's need for excitement.
When Alden left, John had often wondered what he could have done
to repair the relationship between them. Now, he might have the
chance.

"I'm sorry about the things I said when you left," he said as
Alden prepared the gravy for the mashed potato.

Alden turned to give John a reassuring grin. "I'm sorry about the
way I behaved. We're even now, John."

Damn, that kid was gorgeous. With those powerfully muscled arms...
John was horrified at the thought that crept into his mind. Jesus,
the kid was pretty much his own son! An evil voice in John's head
reminded him that Alden wasn't really his son or even a blood kin.
And, John couldn't help feeling as Alden moved around in that
tight tank top and those sexy running shorts that ended just
midway along those thighs, Alden's equally powerfully muscled
thighs could tempt any sane man to wonder what those muscles would
feel between John's own thighs. Alden's tank top clung enough to
his sculpted torso to allow John to imagine perfectly every ridge,
every perfect muscle on that younger man's torso, and John, damn
his imagination, could see perfectly the way Alden's stomach would
clench with each powerful thrust Alden would make. That bulge in
Alden's shorts suggested that he could easily meet John's wildest
imaginations about Alden's dimension and virility.

"You want some?" Alden asked.

It was an innocent question, but John answered an affirmative a
little too eagerly. He was squirming with guilt - and from the
painful erection in his jeans, for which he was grateful to be
seated.

Maybe Alden's coming home wasn't such a perfect notion after all,
John thought with a quiet sigh. But there are worse things to
endure, the optimist in him suggested - such as an empty house.
John was old fashioned enough to feel pleasure in coming home
after a hard day's work to someone whom he could spend some quiet
time with. Yes, he'd be sensible, he'd forget this insane lust he
was harboring for Alden, and he'd be the best father figure for
this young man. with a physique and looks that could tempt angels
from heaven, and John was no angel, no matter how much he tried to
be one.

John, he told himself, you're in deep trouble.



TWO

Alden rubbed his bare chest absently as he walked back to his room
after a quick trip to the toilet down the hallway. The light from
under John's door caught his attention, and he smiled when he
heard John's loud, graceless snore. He pushed the door - it opened
- and felt a strange ache in his chest as he saw John asleep on
the bed. The man obviously fell asleep while reading the latest
Tom Clancy novel.

Alden walked in and shut off the bedside lamp.

John, he realized as he looked down at the sleeping man, was
beautiful. The man was handsome in a weathered, chiseled way, but
age had only made him more attractive. Now that Alden realized
just how much John's steady presence had kept him in check
throughout his wildest years, he found John's character as much as
attractive feature as the slim but tightly muscled physique of the
other man.

Looking around him at the darkened room, Alden was caught by how
barren John's life was. John read a lot, and it was evident from
the books that filled every available surface and shelf in this
room. There was even a book on the bedside table, as if John
feared that he would finish this book too soon and ran out of
something else to read for the rest of the night. When Alden was
younger, he couldn't relate to his sensitive bookworm step-uncle,
being the brainless muscle-bound jock that he was. Now he took in
the room, realizing just how little of a life John had outside
work, how John had no one in his life. John only had books of
adventurous men to live vicariously through.

Had John envied Alden when Alden refused to be responsible like
John and left the farm to seek out the adventures John must
dreamed of seeking himself?

"Alden?" John whispered, making to sit up, but Alden's right palm
over John's bare hirsute chest, right there over the groove
between John's deeply defined pectorals, stilled him. "What are
you doing here?"

"I'm thinking of maybe I should fuck you good, John," Alden said,
as John's breathing became sharper and faster as desire began
pooling in their loins. "I'm really considering it," Alden said,
pushing down the sheets covering John's stomach and lower body
until his fingers could close around John's steely erection.

John didn't answer. What could he say, when the object of his
desire was now climbing onto the bed over him, offering himself to
John? He was only human. His hands moved down the solid perfection
of Alden's back to push down the man's shorts. Alden groaned as
John cupped the man's buttocks. Alden's cock crown felt huge and
moist against the tight fit of John's entrance, and then with a
slight piercing pain, that cock was forging its way deep up along
John's anus. As John's nerves protested deliciously at the
invasion that stretched his ass to its limit, he dug his fingers
into Alden's luscious nipples, feeling those male buds harden
under his palm.

This had to be a dream, he thought in a languid haze of pleasure
as he arched his back and let Alden ride him long and hard. That
young man was all he imagined to be and more. He kissed the sweat
that slicked Alden's face and neck, he licked at the sweat
droplets and kissed and bit Alden's lips, and he dug his fingers
into the sensitive cleft of Alden's back, making Alden shudder the
way Alden made John scream in pleasure. His fingers pressed deep
into that warm sensitive cleft, teasing Alden as they moved down
until they reached the pucker. Alden gave a cry of delight as John
pushed first two, then four fingers up that hot tight ass.

It was only much, much later when, drained by their orgasms, John
held Alden as the man slept in his arms. Alden whimpered softly
and snuggled to John like a vulnerable child, so unlike the raging
and urgent lover that fucked John so good until the bed rattled
from the force of their fucking. John lay back, every part of his
body aching pleasantly from being fucked so well by this man in
his arms. Enjoying the night air cooling their sweat-drenched
skin, his nostrils reveling in the strong odor of two virile,
lusty males, he rubbed his semen-slicked inner thighs in
pleasurable remembrance of the way Alden finally lost control and
poured into John's burning insides.

Unlike Alden, he had a much harder time sleeping.



It was still dark when Alden walked into the dining room wearing
only a pair of briefs that did nothing to hide his prodigious
morning wood. "Put on some clothes," John looked up and said as he
poured himself some milk. "I don't want you to catch a chill."

Alden just grinned as he walked up to John and placed his arms
around John. "I won't get a chill. I'm a tough strong guy."

"I noticed," John said, but his smile faded from his lips as Alden
began kissing John's ears and neck, whispering obscene promises
that had John almost coming in his jeans. When Alden pushed John's
jeans down and took John from behind, right there with John bent
over the sink, John came - twice. He then licked Alden's mucus-and-
come-slicked cock clean, his tongue flicking hungrily at the
remnants of Alden's tasty juices at that wide cock slit and
sucking Alden's still hard cock until Alden ended up fucking his
mouth, offering John the perfect breakfast to start their day.

They worked hard for the rest of the day, as always, but this time
there was noticeable warmth in their playful banters. Lunch was
extra pleasant. John, aroused by the sight of shirtless and sweaty
Alden working at the hay, the young man's perfect muscles gleaming
in the sweat and light and the man's jeans hanging low to expose
the top of his briefs, engaged Alden in a most enjoyable fuck in
the hayloft, each of them taking turns at the other man's ass.
Alden was a delightful bottom as well as a top, engaging John in
so many inventive positions that John's orgasm was most powerful
than any others he'd ever had in the past. They ended their
workday late in the evening by sharing a pleasant shower together.
This pattern soon settled for the rest of the week, and then
month, as John became addicted to his stepbrother's son. It had to
show on his face, for when he drove to town for supplies, his
friends began teasing him about this mysterious ruddy glow on his
face. He looked into the mirror and couldn't see a difference, but
he knew he liked having Alden in his life and in his bed.

He wasn't sure whether this new Alden was here to stay though. It
was to imagine a responsible Alden who woke up at five every day
to work side by side with John without complaining. But it was
definitely the old Alden when the man persuaded John to take a
break on Sunday evenings and join Alden at the pub down town. If
he was honest, he was also proud of this new Alden who acted like
an adult, and he was secretly pleased with the fact that when they
walked into the local gay watering hole, all eyes turned
admiringly to Alden and then enviously at John when they realized
that Alden belonged to him.

It bothered him that Alden never told him exactly why he came back
to John. John had tried asking, but Alden evaded the question,
until John decided that Alden came back because he ran out of
money and opportunities. He didn't believe that either. Alden was
like John's stepbrother - the Wynn men might be flighty and
irresponsible charmers, but they were all dreamers and
opportunists. Alden had shown that when it came to charms and
seizing his dreams, he was very much like his father. Alden wasn't
the kind of person to lie down and let his defeat conquer him so
easy.

John wished he could believe that his personality - the same one
that drove Alden away two years ago - was what drove Alden back.
Until then, he prepared himself for the inevitable. He and Alden
had crossed a line they couldn't go back when they slept with each
other, and John knew that when Alden leave once more, Alden would
never come back to him again.



THREE

"Hey, how are you doing over there in backward country?" Tommy
Welling's cheerful voice crackled with life even through the
phone. "When are you coming back?"

Alden chuckled as he made himself comfortable, snuggling against
John as he talked to the phone. "I don't know," he admitted to
Tommy. "Maybe when I know what I really want to do with myself,
I'll come back."

"Well, listen - "

"Who's that singing in the background? He's horrible," Alden
asked.

"Eric, shut up, please, you're embarrassing me, man," Tommy called
out to the man he was living with. "That's Eric. He thinks he is
displaying his love for the new Evanescence CD by murdering aloud
the songs when he feels like it. Shut up, Eric!" Tommy yelled to
Eric when the other man audibly said that if Tommy, who had his
face plastered on those young adult novels and teenaged girl
magazine covers, had anything to be embarrassed about, it was
those corny cover photos, not Eric. Alden heard that and laughed.

"I know, I miss you guys," he told Tommy. "I miss the gang too.
Tell Wes I haven't forgotten that he owed me twenty bucks and a
beer."

"Yeah, Bryce was saying that the Friday night games were missing
your obnoxious dumb jock antics."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Look, you dumb oaf, just don't get too comfortable playing
farmer boy. We're overflowing with sensitive new age queens in
this place, and we miss that hint of unrestrained simple
philistine oafishness that only you can bring to the party."

"Yeah, I love you too, Tommy." Serious now, he asked, "How's
Duncan and Orli doing?"

"Pretty good. Nobody's dead yet, so that's good, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"See you soon."

"Same here." Alden turned to meet John's questioning gaze. "What?"

"You're leaving soon?" John asked.

"I don't know," Alden said. "Look, maybe I should explain why I
came back here."

"Yeah, you should," John said, moving to rest on his side to look
at Alden. Alden hesitated. "I'm not going to - look," John said
with a sigh. "I know I was pretty unreasonable in the past and I
acted a little too strict and unforgiving when you didn't behave
the way I wanted you to - "

"A little?" Alden snorted.

"Okay, fine, I was puritanical," John said. "Happy now?"

"Well, I was an asshole back then."

"If you want to tell me you screw up, it's okay," John told me. "I
won't scold."

"You are the only guy who can make me feel so ashamed." Alden
smiled weakly. "I always thought you are the most righteous man in
this world and that your words are never wrong. And you're right,
John. I am a screw-up. I came back here because I almost caused
the death of a client."

So he told John everything he never dared to until now. About how
he met Duncan, a bounty hunter, and Orlando, a private
investigator with a thing for sophisticated tracking devices, when
they all ended up staking out the same seedy motel together. Alden
was a debt collector who used his charms as well as brawn to make
a name for himself. But he had an idea that they all could pool
their wits together and start a company of their own. Over a few
drinks, they all thought it was a good idea. And it was good for
almost a year until Alden screwed up on a client's behalf and
almost got the client killed.

"This lawyer, Simon Baker, almost got killed because I got
careless and the corrupt cops I'm tracking got wind of what I was
doing and went after Simon himself," Alden told John. Damn, the
memory of his cocky arrogance still smarted, especially when his
carelessness almost killed a man. He was so arrogant back then,
believing himself some immortal, omnipotent god when he was
actually just a stupid kid. "Simon almost lost his life. So I told
Duncan and Orli that they were better off without me, and I left.
I was so stupid," he said bitterly. "I was a fool."

John studied Alden silently for a few heartbeats. "Then you should
go back," he said finally.

"What?" Alden asked in disbelief.

"You can't run away to me just because you screw up big time,"
John told him. "You won't find what you are looking for until you
face your mistakes and the consequences of your actions."

"Always the moral Uncle John," Alden said, but he wasn't mocking
John, far from it. "Do you want me to go?"

"No," John admitted. "I want you to stay with me, Alden."

"Why?"

"Because" - John reached out and ran his thumb along Alden's lower
lip - "you, Justin Alden Wynn, you make my life less empty when
you're in it."

Alden's weak self-effacing chuckle echoed in the silence of their
room. "I don't dare to go back," he told John. "Because Simon's
boyfriend vowed that he would kill me if he sees me, and John, if
you've seen that guy, you'll know that he means everything he says
about cutting me up and feeding me to the sharks."

"Alden - "

"Can we just not talk about this?" Alden interrupted him. "Right
now I'm living one day at a time. Let me stay here, John, and help
you with the farm. The profits are looking up this harvest, and
we'll make next harvest even better. I'll sleep with you, we'll
have lots of fun together. Isn't that enough?"

"I don't know," John admitted. "It's enough for me, but what about
you?"

Alden had no answer to that.




FOUR

Four months later, John and Alden returned from their weekly trip
to town for supplies when they saw two men waiting for them. One,
a shorter, dark-haired man who was handsome in a dark and
dangerous way, was leaning against the black jeep they drove here,
while another man, a man with the most melancholic face John had
ever seen, was seating on the back seat. He got out of the car and
the dark-haired man straightened when John drove his truck up to
the farm gate.

"Shit," Alden whispered.

"That's the guy who wants to kill you?" John asked, nodding at the
dark and dangerous-looking fellow.

"Colin Farrell. He's a mean piece of shit who is dangerous because
he has no fear, John. When those cops attacked Simon, I saw him in
action. He took them down even when they had put at least eight
bullets into him. He has no fear for himself - he's like some
killing machine whose only care is to keep Simon - " Alden nodded
at the melancholic man - "safe."

"And they want to kill you?" John opened the door. Alden grabbed
hold of him. "I'll talk to them, Alden."

"They'll kill you," Alden pleaded. "Don't, let's just drive away."

"They are not here to kill you," John told him. He looked at the
two strangers. No, they weren't here to kill Alden, not when Simon
placed his hand over the tensed Colin in a calming gesture. It
was, John knew, the touch of a man who was more intent on
pacifying than committing a murder today. "Stay in the truck,
Alden." He walked towards the two. Jesus, the dark-haired, blue-
eyed Colin's gaze gave him the creeps - they were so lifeless and
devoid of emotion. Then again, Simon's eyes were equally
disturbing - they were too serene and calm, a deceptive front to
hide the ice inside the man. These two were one screwed-up couple.
And Alden, being Alden, got out of the truck and walked one step
behind John.

"Hello, guys," John greeted them warily, "I'm John Schneider and
you are standing on my property."

"I'm Simon Baker." Simon smiled in greeting. "I'm here to clear up
a misunderstanding between Alden, your nephew, and my... friend
Colin."

"Get straight to the point. I'm going to kill that fuck," Colin
growled.

"And he won't," Simon said, nodding at Alden. "I just learned from
Colin what he threatened your nephew only last week. I came out of
the hospital - a common occurrence," Simon said, a grin playing on
his lips, "and looked for Alden, and that was when I learned what
happened." Simon pulled out an envelope from his pocket. Colin
growled in displeasure as Simon handed the envelope to John. "My
check for Alden's services. And Colin?"

"I won't kill you," Colin sputtered. He didn't want to say those
words. "I'll just break both your legs."

"Colin!"

Colin actually looked sheepishly apologetic at Simon's one-worded
admonishment. "Okay, I won't kill you." To Simon, he gave a dark
look. "Happy now?"

Simon chuckled and shook his head. For the first time, human
emotions cross his face as he exchanged a "Can you believe this
guy?" look with a startled John. "Okay, that's done with, we'll
best be on our way."

"Wait a minute," Alden spoke for the first time. "You're not angry
with me?"

"I should know better than to hire amateurs," Simon said without
any hint of mockery. "The fault's all mine."

"Alden is not an amateur," John said.

"Oh please," Colin muttered. To Alden, he spat to the ground
before speaking. "I won't kill you," he said. "But that's because
Simon says so. Count yourself lucky I got there in time to save
the both of you. If he dies, Alden, I will - "

"That's enough," Simon said, a slow hint of anger showing for the
first time in his voice. "Let's go."

"That," John said, as they watched the car drive away, "is the
strangest duo I've ever met."

"I know," Alden said.

John had to laugh at the absurdity of the whole brief encounter as
well as with relief that Alden was let off the hook. Alden joined
him.



John licked at Alden's semen that had flowed from the sides of his
mouth before reaching for a glass of milk to drown the strong
taste of Alden from his mouth. Alden got off the table. "Okay,
John, what's bothering you?"

John looked down at his stomach. "I think I'm losing weight. I'm
working at the farm and spending most of my nights fucking. It
can't be healthy to keep this up. Maybe it'll be a good thing when
you go back to New York. You'll visit once in a while, right?"

"You won't leave the farm," Alden said. "That means it's up to me
to give up the city and live here, am I right?"

"No, maybe not." John killed the last of his doubts. Watching
Alden, he wanted this chance at a life with Alden too much not to
even give it a try. "I've learned one thing from you, Alden. It's
no use keeping this farm if it means I will end up alone in my old
days. I spent my whole life trying to be responsible, and I think
I overdid it. You go back, Alden. I'll get someone to help me out
with the farm, and when I'm done, I'll come down and join you." He
took Alden in his arms. "Hey, when harvest's done, I'll drive down
every time and be with you."

"It may work," Alden concurred. "But I want to see you every day,
not just a few months every year."

"I can get some time off when I have someone running the farm in
my absence," John assured him. "One day at a time, Alden."

Alden nodded. "One day at a time," he echoed.

John kissed the man's forehead and held him tight, until Alden
took his hand and led him to their bedroom.



A year later

He could get used to this, John thought, as he lay on his stomach
and enjoyed the feel of the sun tanning his back. Selling off his
farm, despite Alden's protests, and moving to town to live with
Alden was a better idea than he'd initially suspected. He was
working on his novel which he was sure would beat anything Tom
Clancy or his ghostwriters could come up with, he was having a
blast playing pool with new friends, and he even loved his high
school janitor job.

He was also enjoying this nice little cruise on the yacht lent by
one of Alden's grateful client. Alden was in the pool, leaving
John here at the poolside to get some sun. He must have dozed off
because he jumped in pleasant surprise when Alden's hands
playfully cupped his bare buttocks. "Hey!" he yelled when Alden
began rubbing the tip of his swollen cock along the cleft of
John's buttocks. "I'm trying to sleep here!"

"You can sleep later," Alden suggested.

John turned around so that he could pull Alden down for a kiss.

Alden and Colin's relationship took a turn for the bizarre when
Colin walked into the office two weeks after Alden returned,
proclaimed to the stunned Orlando, Duncan, and Alden that the
three men were "fucking losers", and announced that he was going
to teach those three men the proper way to run their business.
After a short fist fight which saw Duncan and Alden badly trashed
by Colin (Orlando wisely stayed out of the fray), they decided to
let Colin pretend that he was the Bosley in their operations. They
would never admit that Colin had taught them a lot of the tricks
of the trade and even saved them out of troubles more than once,
but they never had to because Colin would remind them every other
Monday. The man's crude but effective ways endeared him to them
more than they would care to admit.

Life offered quite a few surprising twists, John told Alden as
they watched the sunset together after their lovemaking. He was
glad that Alden was one of them.