THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Reichen Written by Lady Poetess egiggles at moose-mail.com /~bbp Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive. ONE Reichen Leimkuhl was having a pleasant dream of sun, sand, and three gorgeous hunks massaging his pecs and feet when he was awaken by a loud crash of someone falling onto the floor. He groaned softly as his muscles protested when he moved. Sleeping on a couch was a bitch now that he had left the air force and gotten used to softer living. "Give me a minute," he called out as he tried to stifle a yawn. He was sleeping in the office because the house he shared with his buddy Charles "Hunter" Ellis was currently occupied by Hunter and his boyfriend Gabriel Cade. When Gabe dropped by for a visit, Reichen would bow out of the scene. It wasn't just out of friendship - he still cringed at the memory of stumbling upon Gabe and Hunter fucking like rabbits in heat on the dining table. Reichen wasn't too much of a prude, but he ate his meals on that table, for fuck's sake! It was better for everyone that he slept a few nights in the office whenever Hunter and Gabe needed to perform creative energetic couplings on every piece of furniture in the house. Hunter and Reichen started a private charter plane service a year ago. Reichen had left the force only a few months before that, not because he wanted to, but because it was becoming harder than ever to keep pretending to be someone he wasn't. Unfortunately, while he enjoyed being able to be gay and open about it once he'd left, he missed the rigid discipline and drive that characterized his life first as an army son, then a student in a military school, and later a pilot. He wondered often whether the cost was too much when his conservative parents and siblings began finding it uncomfortable to share the same room with him. He began returning home less and less for family gatherings, and he felt as if a part of him had been forcefully ripped out of him. He loved his family. When they began treating him like some freak, it hurt really deeply. He envied Hunter. Hunter, despite sharing long-ingrained military roots with Reichen, was still in good terms with his family because the Ellis clan was a more open-minded clan. Hunter also found a boyfriend without seeming to try hard - Hunter always seemed to have wonderful things in life without trying too hard while Reichen found himself always having to struggle against everything. Every choice in life offered to him seemed to be a double-edged sword. He loved the army, he had to live a lie to be in the army. He loved being openly gay, he missed keenly the rigid routine that gave his life meaning. He loved his family, he had to lie to them. He stopped lying, and he was losing them more and more each day. If Hunter wasn't a good friend that made dumb bad jokes and made Reichen laugh, Reichen wouldn't be alive today. He'd have probably blown his brain out because he was always so fucking lonely, it was driving him slowly mad. No matter. Reichen tried to shake off his blues as he fastened his jeans and tried to make himself presentable to the potential client. Aw, fuck it, he decided finally and just dashed out of the office. Maybe they should get one of those sweet old ladies to be the receptionist. Hunter and Reichen were doing a lousy job at customer relations. "Hello, I'm Reichen," he said. Well, he did suck at making sales pitch. "Can I help you?" Not a customer, he decided, when he saw the silly fool staggering to his feet. The man was trying to plug back the batteries that must have fallen out of his portable CD player when he fell to the floor. "Here, let me," Reichen said as he took the batteries and the player out of the man's hand. "Oh, thanks!" the man said jovially and grinned as he looked around the place. "Man, this place just looks perfect!" Huh? Reichen looked around the place. This office was small and cramped and resembled a bachelor's bad rather than a business establishment. Another item on Reichen's to-do list was to get that old lady who would play receptionist to find a decent magazine, one of those design and landscape shit maybe, and go ask someone to copy the design and remodel their office for them. The men were great pilots but as Gabe always joked, they were lousy sociable guys. But judging from this strange guy's delighted smile, maybe the office looking like a stereotypical adventurous hero's hangout (messy and littered with paraphernalia one might consider exotic) wasn't such a bad idea, as long as they didn't expect Hunter and Reichen to start wearing Indiana Jones outfit next. "Thanks," he mumbled. Then the stranger focused the full intensity of his boyish grin on Reichen, and Reichen was stunned by how much he found himself affected by the sight. The stranger had a cute boyish face and a shaggy thatch of brown, almost black, hair to accentuate his boyish appearance, but he would be pretty ordinary looking until he smiled. His smile could light up every darkened corner in Reichen's soul, Reichen thought absently even as he felt a smile blossom on his lips in response. His soul seemed to be lighter even as he looked at this man. Was it possible to be so moved by a simple smile? Was it wise to want to be willingly chained to a man he had just met for less than five minutes? "It's wonderful! Just like a real adventurer's pad - you can't get any more authentic than this. Anyway, my name is Chuck Shankles. " He paused, and Reichen wondered whether he should have said something in response. Chuck however moved in to fill the silence, and Reichen had this impression that his not responding the way Chuck expected him to had actually earn Chuck's approval. How ridiculous was he to love the idea of being in Chuck's good books? How crazy was it that he right now wanted so badly to plunge his cock deep up Chuck? Reichen hadn't had sex in almost five months now, and the last time he did fuck someone it was a one-night stand and he was too drunk to appreciate the sex. He could rationalize his desire for Chuck as a case of sexual frustration, he guessed, but trying to make sense of why he wanted to bask in the glow of Chuck's smile was more complicated. Lost in his haze of appreciation, it took him a moment to realize that Chuck had fallen silent. He followed Chuck's stunned gaze down to his own groin, and was quite surprised to realize that his jeans, barely fastened in the first place, had become undone. His erection had forced the zipper wide open, and now it was throbbing hard and proud, his flanged and moist tip pulsing towards Chuck. Oops. Maybe he should apologize. "Wow," Chuck said in a choked voice. "That's..." "Huge?" Reichen offered helpfully. "Impressive," Chuck said. He swallowed. The noticeable action only made Reichen's cock throbbed harder in anticipation. "Can I suck you off?" Reichen blinked. "Uh, sure," he said. He tugged absently along his cock shaft. "Let's go into my office." Chuck Shankles was trying hard not to hyperventilate. It was so good, he could only think as he gasped and panted while making guttural sounds of pleasure that would shock anyone who knew him. He raked his nails down the long tapered and muscular back of that glorious and handsome Reichen as that man fucked him lustily on the office couch. "Reichen, Reichen, Reichen," he called out as he thought he would die from the sheer ecstasy of it all. His ass was packed to the fullest by Reichen's cock that was now thrusting into his sensitized flesh like a powerful piston. He loved the feel of strong muscles honed from hard physical labor as opposed to hours at the gym, and he could listen to Reichen moan as he reached down and playfully rubbed and squeezed Reichen's lust-inflamed testicles. "If I knew fucking is this great, I'd have done it years ago," he gasped. "What?" Reichen exclaimed, but he never stopped in his fluid fucking motions. "You're - " Chuck nodded happily. "This is the first time." Chuck never understood what it was with these guys and virgins, but Reichen seemed even more aroused by the realization that he was Chuck's first lover. Reichen moaned, maybe he was saying something, but either way he only fucked Chuck harder and wilder until Chuck experienced his first full blown-out orgasm that sent his senses reeling. He felt Reichen's warm juices filling him, completing Chuck's initiation into manhood, and held Reichen in his arms as they both collapsed on the couch and tried to steady themselves after their harsh and powerful climax. TWO "I need you to help me look for my missing colleagues," Chuck said. "They are lost in the deep and dangerous mountains of Naimjomu, and we must save them!" Reichen scratched his head absently. Was this guy for real? Naimjomu was like a kiddy's park since the Tauhoma government made the area a nature reserve. Chuck probably read too much H Rider Haggard and watched too many Indiana Jones movies. He pulled on a clean T-shirt. "You know where they are?" he asked skeptically. "Their last phone call to me was from Nauru Bantu." "Not surprising. There are no phone lines up the mountains," Reichen said dryly. "You're annoying when you're being patronizing," Chuck said, playfully swatting his hand against Reichen's chest. "They last called two weeks ago. I worry that they may be hurt." Reichen caught Chuck's hand pressed it to his chest. "One of those missing guys aren't your boyfriends, right?" he asked a little jealously. "Of course not," Chuck said. "If I have one, I wouldn't have slept with you," he said. "Sebastian Spence is my favorite lecturer and my hero and he - " Reichen laughed. Now he knew Chuck was being too paranoid. "Sebastian Spence will never get lost. He's a pro." He pulled Chuck into his embrace and kissed the man's jaw line. He loved touching Chuck. If he had his way, he would be inside Chuck always, fucking until they both couldn't take it any more. "You don't have a crush on him," he stated. "He's my hero," Chuck said. "Maybe I have a little crush on him." "Too bad you'll have to lose the crush. I'm your man now." "Are you jealous?" Chuck asked. He played with Reichen's nose in a teasing gesture. "Yes, sir, I think I am," Reichen said in his best army personnel tone. "It's not every day I get to make a man out of a virgin with a really great smile." "I have a great smile?" Chuck asked. He sounded surprised. Reichen wondered whether Chuck had really seen himself in a mirror. "Really?" "I have a mirror here. Let's go look at it. You'll smile and I'll point out how lovely you are," Reichen suggested. "See? You're beautiful," Reichen whispered in his ears. Really? All Chuck could see was a mildly well built (thanks to months of working dedicatedly on the gym he had set up at his place) but ordinary guy. He couldn't see himself as a stunning guy, having lived his entire life as an ordinary and sickly guy who couldn't even find courage to look into strangers' eyes when he spoke to them. No, Reichen was the beautiful one. Reichen wasn't that tall, probably five foot seven or eight to Chuck's six foot one, but the golden-haired man was gorgeous. Reichen could have been too gorgeous with his perfect sun-kissed good looks and wiry work-honed physique, but there was nothing superficial or shallow in Reichen's unexpectedly sad, sad eyes. There was something hurting in Reichen, and Chuck wished he could ease the man's hurt. But Reichen was gorgeous. The arm clasped around Chuck's chest as Reichen stood behind Chuck and whispered unpolished but endearing endearments into Chuck's ear - that arm was strong and dusted with fine gold furs that Chuck loved to run his fingers through. Reichen's jaw, resting against Chuck's shoulder, was square and firm, and those lips were sensual, thick, and nefariously skilled whether in coaxing pleasure when they caressed Chuck's cock crown or in whispering words that made Chuck shiver in delight. Those fingers that teased and pinched Chuck's nipples were elegant, long, and adept. The stomach that pressed against Chuck's back - oh, that washboard stomach and the delicious tickling sensation of Reichen's almost invisible fine chest and stomach fur against Chuck's sensitized skin! And that cock, deceptively average-sized when flaccid, now engorged into a spectacular monster that was definitely anything but average: a thickly veined pillar of unrestrained virility and pure masculine potency. Reichen's very being hummed with devastating sex appeal. Chuck was still stunned that a man like Reichen could lust after him. Oh yes, Reichen wanted him, and it was evident in that thick throbbing cock that Reichen rubbed along the valley between Chuck's buttock cheeks. "No, Reichen," Chuck said unsteadily as he burned so hot inside, he had to reach down and push two fingers of his right hand, the index and the middle fingers, up into his aching anal passage in a vain hope to sate the throbbing need in him. "You are beautiful, not me," he told Reichen as he rested his forehead against the mirror and rubbed his aching ass raw with his fingers. "You make me beautiful," Reichen said, and he said it so sincerely in that heartfelt manner that Chuck felt like bursting into tears. Reichen gently eased his own finger into Chuck's ass, deliberately teasing Chuck and plunging deep each time Chuck withdrew his own fingers so that Chuck's ass will always be packed. Chuck shouted in pleasure as the indescribable sensations drove his cock to explode his come onto the mirror, splattering on the reflection of Chuck now being spread wide and Reichen replacing those fingers up Chuck's ass with his throbbing cock. Reichen never realized how much he looked like a stereotypical rogue pilot until he caught Chuck's infatuated gaze and felt self- conscious about his half-buttoned khaki shirt, shades, and worn- out jeans. He didn't mind though - he would be anything Chuck wanted him to be if that would mean Chuck being with him a little longer. Yet, that might not be that long now, as he easily located Sebastian Spence's campsite and landed his plane at a piece of flat ground near the site. "Hello there, Reichen," Bastian said as he and a few of his team members walked up to receive them. He looked surprised to see the man stumbling down the PA-18. "What are you doing here?" "I... I thought..." "He decided to drop by and give you a visit," Reichen said smoothly. "You haven't contacted your friends back at the U and they are concerned." "Well, okay." Bastian gave Chuck a really odd glance that made Reichen feel curious and protective of Chuck all at once. "Come on, you two. We're just making dinner and you're invited to share." To Chuck he asked, "We'll have to talk, Chuck." "I know," Chuck said. Reichen gave Chuck a questioning look, but Chuck refused to meet his eye. Uh oh, trouble, he thought warily. THREE Sebastian and Reichen spent the afternoon working among the crew, digging and straining their muscles until it was evening and the bugs became too many and they decided to call it a day. Chuck was around doing little things to help, mostly around the camp, sulking that he wasn't allowed to play with the big boys. "You really don't know who Chuck is," Bastian stated as they sat down on the grass to rest a while. "He said he was part of your dig, only he dealt with mostly the clerical aspects." "Not quite true. His parents were some of my most generous patrons, and I made Chuck part of the team because I had no choice. Chuck has always been a sickly kid. The first time I put him to work, he had an asthma attack when he tried to lift a heavy box. His mother died last year, and Chuck had this idea that now he can do what he wants with the money he inherited." "So he came all the way here?" "He always wanted to do this. I would have made him part of my team if he is a fitter man," Bastian said. "I'm surprised to see him today though. He seems fitter than I've ever seen him." "He spent months getting ready for this," Reichen said. "He just didn't tell me that he wasn't entirely telling the truth about the reason he wanted to be here." "You're not mad at him, are you?" the other man asked. "Poor Chuck has never really gotten a chance to grow up. His parents were so overprotective. Sometimes I wondered if they even realized that their son was no longer a kid. You going to take him back, Reichen?" "Okay if he asks me to," Reichen answered. "No, I'm not mad at him, Bastian. He's taking life by the fucking horns and he came all the way here to do what he wanted to do. It's an admirable decision. I'll just have to take care of him and make sure he doesn't get hurt too badly." Bastian turned to look questioningly at Reichen. "Not you too, Reichen." "Oh, me too," Reichen said pleasantly. "Life seems more pleasant with Chuck in it." Bastian nodded and suggested they get back to the camp. "What are you thinking?" Reichen asked as he sat down beside Chuck that night. Chuck tore his gaze from the starry night sky to smile at Reichen. "Sorry I lied to you." "I'll survive." Reichen smiled fondly at Chuck as the man leaned against Reichen and rested his head on Reichen's upper arm. "Lovely night," he offered. "I've never seen the sky outside the city," Chuck told him. "I've always wanted to see the world and do things. I want to help Bastian uncover the lost temple of the kings, and after that I want to see the pyramids and the Amazon rainforest." "It'll be helpful if you know how to fly a plane." "And who will teach me?" Chuck asked. "Me," Reichen offered. "I am, after all, one of the best pilots you will ever meet." "And modest too," murmured Chuck. Reichen grinned. "It is too easy to mistake confidence for arrogance," he said with a dramatic mock sigh of despair. "What do you and Hunter do, exactly? Fly people around?" "We offer private planes available for charter service. Yeah, we fly people around. It's not as exciting as it seems on TV - most of our customers are rich tourists. It's not a life you want to live, but since we're here, I can teach you how to fly. If you want." "Of course I want to learn," Chuck said. Reichen let loose the breath he wasn't even aware he was holding. "How did you and Hunter end up here in this place anyway?" "Well," Reichen told him, "we were pilots. We don't really know how to do anything else, although we're both very good in brawls too. When Hunter left the force, he flew for a courier company. Then he quitted to follow his boyfriend Gabe around, but he missed flying so much, he decided to invest his savings, got some loans, and started this company right here. I knew Hunter from our Top Gun days, and soon after I left the force, I tracked him down and asked if I could invest my money on his business and become his partner. So that's how we end up here. There are always people needing us to fly them safely into dangerous territories - reporters, diplomats, and even a few Navy SEAL platoons who needed us to show them around." "And you said your life is boring?" Chuck exclaimed. "Mostly we ferry Japanese and French tourists who just want to see the island's rock structures. Sometimes we fly people to the nearby South American continent or to the islands in the Caribbean, but not always. Sometimes we spend days arguing over how to balance our books because none of us is even halfway decent as book keepers." Reichen couldn't resist playing with some loose strands back from Chuck's unruly hair. "It's not a bad life at all for someone who is starting out in his quest to become the new Indiana Jones." "From teaching me to fly to now offering me a position at your company," Chuck said with a chuckle. "Will you propose to me next, Reichen?" "Will you marry me?" asked Reichen quietly. "I've always wanted to hear someone ask me that. But Reichen, we've only known each other for barely a week. How can you be sure?" Chuck asked. "I want to say yes, Reichen, because you are such an adorable man, but how can I be sure?" "I guess I'll just have to save your lives a few times to prove my worth." "I'll stay with you, Reichen, but I won't marry you. Not until we know each other better." Chuck rubbed the other man's biceps consolingly. "Come on, don't look so sad. You can still sleep with me." Chuck laughed as Reichen made a playful growl and pounced on him. They both rolled down the grassy slope until they landed on flatter ground, Reichen pinning Chuck to the ground. Chuck laughed, and Reichen joined him, until their laughter faded into a pleasant murmur before Reichen kissed Chuck passionately. Chuck lay his jacket on the ground, and Reichen lay him on it, still kissing him as his fingers stripped Chuck bare and vulnerable before him. Reichen took him gently that night under the stars and moon, slowly coaxing the pleasure from their bodies with his skilled mouth, hands, and cock until Chuck shuddered under him in a magnificent climax. They crested together, making tonight theirs, and they breathed together as they slept in each other's arms for the rest of the night. "I can wait," Reichen told Chuck before they drifted to sleep. "You're worth the wait." A playful soft nudge of a boot against Reichen's butt caused Reichen to open one eye in annoyance. He looked right at the grinning face of his friend Hunter. "Rise and shine, sweetheart," Hunter said loudly. Chuck woke up with a gasp and blushed when he saw Hunter. Quickly he grabbed his shirt to cover his crotch. "Uh... hi," he stammered. "Don't mind him," Reichen told Chuck, not minding his own nudity as he stood up and scowled at Hunter. "What are you doing here, Hunter? Who's minding our office?" "Exactly the question I'm going to ask you," Hunter answered. "Gabe left in Tuesday and I came to the office to learn that it had been closed for almost a week. I find you playing with your newfound friend at a dig site instead. What the hell is going on?" "If you stop fucking your boyfriend and check the answering machine, you'd have known that Chuck here is a client and I flew him here to this dig site." "No more answering machine," Hunter murmured. "Gabe and I sort of broken it by accident." "I can imagine," Reichen answered as he bent down to pick up his jeans. As he pulled them on, he scowled at Hunter. "Tell me you two stayed out of my bedroom. I don't mind you two violating the sanctity of the dining table, but my bedroom is really private." "Relax. We didn't touch your porn stash." "What the fuck!" "Hi, I'm Hunter," Hunter said to Chuck, who had now fully dressed himself. "I'm Reichen's handsome and pleasant business partner. I hope Reichen hadn't been too rough on you. He's still an uncivilized brute at times." "He's very nice to me," Chuck stumbled to say. "Don't tease him," Reichen told Hunter. He pulled on his T-shirt. "Come on Chuck, let's ignore this bastard and get back to camp." "I hope you treat Chuck a little sweeter than this, Reichen," Hunter said pleasantly. "Compliments and flattery won't hurt." Hunter laughed when Reichen cursed foully. "You're looking great today," Reichen stammered later that morning. Chuck looked at Reichen in surprise. "Thanks." "I can give you compliments and flattery," Reichen said. "I can be sweet." "You are sweet," Chuck reassured him. "Aren't you supposed to be helping Bastian at the site?" "You don't want me around?" Annoyance flashed in Reichen's eyes. "I'm helping the cook fix lunch. If I get distracted everyone will get annoyed." Chuck kissed Reichen briefly on the lips. "I'll save you an extra helping. Run along now, honey." "Careful, Chuck. You sound like you're married to me already. Will you be nagging at me next?" Reichen asked as he walked up to Chuck and placed his arms around the man's waist. Chuck made a strangled laugh as Reichen nuzzled his ear. "Anyway, I'm flying down to the Pearl Islands today to deliver some parcels there for a client. Will you come with me?" he whispered. "I'll show you the scenery, and I know a great waterfall where we can make love and then bathe ourselves in." "You always bring your boyfriends there?" Chuck asked a little jealously. "No. Do I look like a player to you, Chuck? My last steady boyfriend didn't work because he lived in Tennessee and long- distance relationship is a bitch. That was almost eight months ago. There was only one one-night stand after him. I am twenty- eight going twenty-nine this November and I've slept with only three different men in my life, not counting you." "But you - " "I've had very good boyfriends who taught me all I need to know to fuck you good," Reichen told him. "And you'll be the first to see the things around this place that I can show you." Chuck shivered in pleasure at those words. "Reichen, oh damn you. You're making it hard for me to stay sensible," he complained half- heartedly. "I'll come with you. I'll stay with you. I'll even marry you if you teach me to fly and let me fly those planes too." "You know I will let you do all that," Reichen just said. And Chuck knew that Reichen would, damn that man. Even now, he felt as if he was already flying when he was with Reichen. He thought a relationship with Reichen might cripple his intentions to live life, but now, he was slowly realizing that he might not really live if Reichen wasn't there by his side, living this life with him. "You're not playing fair," he finally said. "You're not giving me a chance to say no." Reichen just held out his hand, an unlikely romantic, and Chuck didn't hesitate to take it. Reichen would take him flying. "I don't want to say no," he confessed. They were running as they left the camp for the plane.