Typhoon Eddie

The pilot ignored him as he coasted the small plane to a stop at the end of the runway. There was a Town Car waiting there. Pressing his lips together at the massive injustice of the young punk having an expensive car waiting for him, the pilot cut the engine and hopped down to lower the ladder and dump his ungrateful passenger on solid ground.

Yellow snakeskin boots clanked onto the ladder and his passenger stood up, blue and yellow hair matching his tie and t-shirt perfectly. He hopped down onto the dirt runway, popped his gum loudly, and grinned at the pilot.

“Thanks, man. I’m glad you didn’t kill me on your practice run. Tell your instructor you need more lessons.”

Before the pilot could return fire, the driver of the car approached.

“Edward Felton-Levins?”

“Gah!” He made the sign of the cross with his fingers. “Don’t call me Edward! It’s Eddie!”

The driver nodded. “I have a car waiting to take you to your father’s home.”

“Good. And don’t say Felton-Levins either. I hate that pretentious crap.” Eddie lifted his denim bag up onto his shoulder, blew a kiss at the pilot, and led the way to the car. “Let’s go say hi to Daddy!”




Island Ink was quiet. In between cruise ships was dead time, which Cale enjoyed because it allowed them to do things they normally couldn’t.

“Don’t knock the paperclips over,” Brodie warned and pushed a bit harder.

“Unh… I… won’t,” Cale panted back. He leaned back, put his elbows down on the desk and arched his back as Brodie squeezed their dicks together a bit more. “God, that feels good!”

His hand wrapped around both of them, Brodie moved further over Cale and thrust faster. “More lube.”

Nodding, Cale blindly reached for the clear bottle and quickly drizzled some of its contents onto them both. Brodie’s speed picked up and Cale grunted and lost track of where he put the bottle.

There was a knock at the door.

“Shit!” Brodie froze.

“Go away! We’re in a meeting!” Cale shouted.

“Damn it! Now they know what we’re doing!” Brodie hissed.

“I really don’t care!” Cale hissed back. “You can’t stop. You can’t!” He pushed his hips up and was relieved to see Brodie close his eyes and strain forward again.

“Someone’s here looking for Cale,” Gayle called through the door. “And just to let you know, everyone knew you were meeting and always knows when it’s a ‘conference’. So finish, clean up, and come on out here. Tiny got donuts and I’m not saving you any.”

“Fuck!”

“Just keep going,” Cale urged. “Come on, please!”

Brodie grimaced and got back to it. The desk made an odd squeaking noise as it moved on the tile floor. Cale covered his mouth to muffle any sound he made as Brodie grunted and thrust.

“B-Brodie! Now… I’m coming now!” Cale gasped and came, fluid falling onto his stomach and dripping off Brodie’s fist.

“Suck me,” Brodie rasped and pulled Cale off the desk by his shoulders before pushing him down. Cale happily sucked Brodie’s hard-as-steel rod, letting Brodie fuck his mouth. Within sixty seconds, semen was shooting down his throat and he was happily swallowing.

Both of them were still breathing hard after they wiped themselves clean, sluggishly pulled their pants back up, and buckled their belts.

“God, I needed that,” Cale breathed and leaned up to kiss the underside of Brodie’s jaw. He licked at the rough hair on his chin and smiled.

“Yeah, that was good. Not happy about broadcasting it to everyone, though.” Brodie glared at the door.

“Aw, it’s cool. They always knew what we were doing in here. No big.” Cale shrugged and walked towards the door.

“It is big, damn it. It’s not professional.”

“You’re too hard on yourself. Besides, you mellow out afterwards, so they probably like when we have our meetings.” With a grin, Cale opened the door before Brodie could lecture him on the proper way to run a business. He was more curious about who was there to see him.

“Ooh, did you fuck his big tattooed cock, C?”

Cale stopped and looked toward the big picture window. He could only see a silhouette but he knew that voice. “Oh my god!”

“Yeah, we heard you. No need for a repeat performance.”

“Eddie!” Cale ran toward the window and enveloped his friend in a hug. “Dude! You’re back! I wasn’t expecting you until Christmas!”

Eddie grinned at Cale and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m a man now. See?” He rubbed his crotch against Cale’s stomach.

“Stupid ass!” Cale laughed and let Eddie go. “You look good! You got a lip piercing!”

“Yep! Sweet, huh?”

“Totally, dude!”

“God damn it!”

Eddie grinned over at Brodie who had stopped at the end of the hall and uttered the curse. “I love you too, Brodie! Did you miss me?”

“Like herpes,” Brodie growled and stomped over to the counter. “Why are you here? Unless you’re here with money for a tat, leave.”

“He’s just so warm and cuddly!” Eddie enthused as he hugged himself. “Like a big ol‘ teddy bear you’d sleep with in prison.”

“Get the fuck out!” Brodie shouted.

“Brodie, it’s cool.” Cale waved his hands in an odd gesture that seemed to indicate to everyone to calm down. “He’s just playing.”

“No kids in the shop!” Brodie sneered. “Go play outside.” “Cool. Can Cale come too?” Eddie called out sweetly, as he grabbed Cale’s hand and started swinging it back and forth.

“He’s got a job. Something I am sure is foreign to you.”

“Brodie, it’s dead.” Cale pointed out the empty shop. “I’ll just be gone for a couple hours, okay?”

“No.”

“What are you, his father? I mean, I knew you were old and all….” Eddie raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side.

“Eddie, shut up!” Cale hissed and walked toward Brodie at the counter.

Eddie followed but veered off to plop down in one of the tattoo chairs. He straddled it, his knees raised up over the armrests.

“I don’t care if it’s dead,” Brodie was saying to Cale. “We have things to do.”

“Like each other?” Eddie asked. “You can do that any ol‘ time. It’s my turn with Cale.”

“I’ve done all the ordering for the week. The shop is clean, and we have no appointments until tomorrow.” Cale leaned on the counter trying to get Brodie’s angry attention off of Eddie. “I can be gone with no issues for a couple hours, can’t I?”

“Aw, let the boys go play,” Gayle called out with a smirk. She set her tattoo gun down after messing with it. “All work and no play makes people do murder, I hear.”

“Ooh, is that what got you sent up the river?” Eddie asked Brodie.

“It’s about to,” Brodie growled.

“Just a couple of hours?” Cale asked sweetly. “It can’t hurt anything, can it?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Joe Costen?”

“Those were trumped up charges!” Eddie said in offense. “As if we’d set fire to his car!”

“You set fire to the dumpster next to his car, damn it!” Brodie shouted.

“No proof,” Eddie answered simply and smiled.

Brodie glared harder and turned to Cale.

“You’re not going out with a spazzy punk like him.”

“Brodie! We’re friends! You can’t keep me locked up!”

“You have a job to do!”

“I’ll quit!”

“You do and you’ll be sleeping in the street!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

“Woo hoo! I get Caly all to myself!” Eddie hopped up from the chair and grabbed Cale’s arm, dragging him towards the door. “I brought all these new toys from this amazing sex shop in Sweden! I can’t wait to try them on you!”

The shop was quiet for a moment after the two young men had left. Gayle cleared her throat and put her hands on her hips. “You were, of course, not serious about that, right?”

“Fuck!” Brodie slammed his hand down on the counter. “That punk pushes all my buttons!”

“Yeah, he always has and he knows he does. Eddie enjoys pushing people’s buttons.” Gayle picked her gun up again. “And you make yourself his favorite target.”

“If this island would just grow some fucking balls and beat that kid down, we’d all be a lot happier,” Brodie growled as he grabbed the appointment book and slammed it open.

“Yeah, I really don’t see anyone telling the Governor that his kid is a public nuisance and could he please just make him go away,” Gayle said with a raised pierced eyebrow.

“We sure he’s the Governor’s kid?” Tiny said from the drawing table. “He’s had a hell of a lot of them, hasn’t he?”

“Yep. Eddie there is from the second wife and was actually born in wedlock.” Gayle pursed her lips. “And he’s one of, like, three of them that actually visit the island. And if you take away all the hair dye, piercings, and make-up, Eddie actually looks a bit like him.” She shrugged her shoulders. “We’re stuck with him.”

“Why the hell can’t Cale be friends with decent people?” Brodie grumbled.

Gayle smirked. “You mean besides the two ex-convicts and the disgraced debutante he works with?”

Glaring, Brodie absorbed himself in paperwork.




Smiling at the two buff guys in their tight swimwear, Eddie blew a kiss and laughed as he dragged Cale down the street.

“I can’t believe you’re going to live here now!” Cale exclaimed as they climbed over a low stone wall and made their way toward one of their favorite places to hang out. “That totally rocks!”

“Totally, man.” Eddie hopped up onto the first low boulder and swung his arms wide, looking completely out of place in his jeans, cowboy boots, and bright hair, with the soft Caribbean ocean behind him. “The old cunt screamed at me one too many fucking times so I killed her and took her money. My dad’s going to hide me from the Feds and let me screw up his tiny kingdom.” He hopped up on a higher boulder. “Fuck it! I’m running for President here, myself. I could win with my looks.”

“It’s Governor, doofus.” Cale pulled himself up onto the top of the pile of rocks. “And no one likes you here. No way would you get into office.”

“Well, damn.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders and climbed up to sit next to Cale. “I guess I’ll just have to settle with ‘spoiled brat of an elected official.’ The Bush girls will have nothing on me, man!”

“They never did,” Cale laughed. “But he’s just letting you live here? I thought he was all over you about applying yourself and going to college and stuff?”

Eddie’s tongue flicked at his lip piercing a bit before he smiled. “Yeah, but he believes that I just need this time off to sort myself out and figure out what I want to do with my life.”

“You mean you told him that.”

“Something like that.” Eddie looked out onto the beach, watching the men walking and playing and sunning. “But whatever. I’m here now. I’m staying.”

“Cool.” Cale and Eddie sat in silence watching the men. They got a lot of looks and Eddie aggressively flirted with winks and blown kisses and an occasional call-out.

“Hey, where’s Joey?” Eddie suddenly asked, looking down at Cale who had happily lain out, enjoying the sun and breeze.

“At work, probably.”

“Same place?”

“Yep.” Cale sat up, squinting into the sunlight. “Dude, don’t. You nearly got him fired last time.”

“But I want to say hi,” Eddie cajoled.

“No, man. If he loses his job, he’ll have to go back to Arizona and live with his mom.”

Eddie shuddered at Cale’s words.

“Yeah, so leave him alone. I think he gets off at six. We’ll catch him then.”

“Aw, Caly, you’re no fun anymore!” Eddie started to slide off the boulders. “Come on, I want to go eat. Let’s go to Johnny’s.”

“Why? So he can kill you? You broke one of his tables,” Cale pointed out as he followed Eddie.

“Yeah, but Johnny likes me. He forgave me.”

“By not kicking your ass? I think he just didn’t want to get in trouble for serving you alcohol when you were still underage.”

“Or letting me give him a blow job.”

Cale’s eyes widened. “You blew Johnny? When?!”

“Like a few years ago,” Eddie tossed off with a grin. “Remember that party in his back room? How do you think we were able to do that?”

“I thought your dad paid him a lot of money!” Cale shook his head. “Dude.”

“What? He’s cute!”

“He’s bald and has a keg instead of a six-pack.” Cale shook his head again as they turned down a side street. “Your older guy fetish is out of control.”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders and slapped at a sign as they passed. “Can’t help it. I like the seniors. Besides,” he said shooting a look at Cale. “How much older is Brodie, huh? Like twenty years!”

“Fuck you! He’s ten years older. Johnny could be your dad!”

“Ooh, maybe I really want my daddy’s special love and I use other men as surrogates.”

“Sick, dude. Totally sick.”

Eddie laughed and hopped up to slap another store sign. They heard a shout from inside the building and Eddie laughed again.

Johnny’s was a familiar old restaurant that had been open for twenty years, or so the sign proudly stated. Part restaurant, part bar, it was a local favorite. Eddie burst through the wide doorway and stared into the darkness inside.

“Johnny! Your favorite customer is back!”

“Aw, shit!” A muffled voice from behind the bar revealed itself as belonging to the owner. Balding and round, as Cale had described him, Johnny was also just over six feet tall and an ex-boxer. His muscle had turned to fat long ago, but his presence was still intimidating to anyone who wasn’t on good terms with him. Which Eddie wasn’t, but that didn’t stop him from hopping up on a stool and smiling wide.

“Did you miss me, Johnny? I missed you,” Eddie crooned as Cale cautiously slid onto the stool beside his friend, ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.

“Why the hell are you here?” Johnny growled in his low voice. “I thought your ass was gone for good.”

“Me? Never. I’m back to stay now. Aren’t you happy?” Eddie smiled brightly and popped a couple of peanuts in his mouth. “Can I have some fries?”

“No. And no, I am not happy.” Johnny’s beefy arms rested on the bar as he faced off with Eddie. His dark brown skin contrasting sharply with Eddie’s paleness. “I told you last time: stay out of my place.”

Eddie pouted and leaned forward until they were nearly nose-to-nose. “Aw, don’t be like that. I didn’t know the table would break when I stood on it.”

“You were dancing and jumping, not standing. And you knew when I told you to get down off of it. Several times.” Johnny glared. “And I still haven’t been paid for it.”

“You haven’t? Okay!” Eddie pulled out his wallet, which was attached to a chain, and dumped a piece of silver plastic on the bar. “Here. I just got it today. I’ll pay for the table and I want some fries and beers.”

Raising an eyebrow, Johnny picked the credit card up. “Boy, if this doesn’t go through, I’m taking it out of your ass.”

“Mmm,” Eddie moaned. “I hope so.”

A flush could be seen under Johnny’s dark skin as he turned toward the cash register at the end of the bar.

“He’s going to kill you one of these day,” Cale murmured to Eddie as he reached for the bowl of nuts. “Seriously.”

Eddie laughed and spun around to look at the rest of the place. “I wonder who we can drag up to have fun with us.”

“Dunno. Everyone kind of scatters when you come around.”

“Which is so uncool.” Eddie grabbed Cale around the neck and hugged him hard. “I love you! You are the only one who can keep up with me. Come with me to Brazil!”

“You just got here,” Cale pointed out, reaching over his friend’s arms, which were still wrapped around his neck, to put a peanut in his mouth.

Eddie frowned. “True. We can go to Brazil next week.” He let go and reached over the bar for a bottle. Pulling it out, he frowned at the label. “God, I hate Jack.”

“Put that down!” The bottle of Jack Daniels was wrenched from his hand and a plate of fries was plopped in front of him. “You reach over the bar again, and I’m cutting your hand off.”

“My left one, please. The right is much too important.”

Johnny glared and turned to grab them beers. He slid the bottles over and leaned on the bar again, watching them eat.

“Hey, Cale. Why do you hang with this punk?” he asked with a glare at Eddie who happily chugged his beer.

“He’s my friend.”

“Don’t lie!” Eddie leaned over and planted a loud kiss on Cale’s cheek. “We are actually secret lovers and are going to run away to Brazil next week.” He looked over at Johnny with a smirk. “Jealous? Want to take me away from him?”

“Yeah. To protect Cale.”

Eddie stuck his tongue out and resumed eating his fries. Johnny turned back to Cale.

“And Brodie just lets you hang with him?”

“Man! What am I? A kid?” Cale bit out and tossed his fry back down on the plate.

“No. It’s just that we like you and think you’re too sweet and nice to be hanging around with this troublemaker.”

“I don’t make trouble,” Eddie hotly defended himself. “I just seem to… find it.” He plopped another fry in his mouth. “And I think you might have missed a couple of pounds of lard here. What did you do? Coat each fry in grease?”

“I’m gonna charge you extra for that mouth,” Johnny snarled.

“Well, I like Eddie,” Cale said as he brought the conversation back. “I love Brodie, but that doesn’t give him or anyone else the right to tell me who to hang out with.”

“Fuck yeah!” Eddie shouted and slammed his hand down on the bar. “Fuck ’em all and run away with me to Germany.”

“I thought we were going to Brazil?”

“That is so yesterday.”

Johnny sighed and shook his head. “Keep it down or I’m tossing your ass out,” he warned Eddie before he wandered away.

Eddie stuck his tongue out and finished off his beer. Cale nursed his as he usually did and together they polished off the fries.

“Is it four yet? Can we go get Joey?” Eddie asked, sipping from Cale’s beer.

“I told you, six. Not four. And you just want him around to bully him and make him uncomfortable.”

“He turns so many shades of red!”

Cale laughed. “Leave him alone. He’s working hard.” He checked the clock over the bar. “I should be, too.” He had started to slide off the stool when Eddie cried out in dismay and grabbed him.

“Caly! Don’t leave me!”

“I told Brodie a couple of hours.”

“But he threw you out! You dumped him.” Eddie grabbed Cale’s arm and hugged it. “Stay with me!” he whined.

“I can’t. But I have tomorrow off.”

“What about tonight?”

Cale grimaced. “I think I better stay in tonight and smooth things over with Brodie. He’s gonna be all bitchy and stuff. If I take off again with you, he’ll go through the roof.”

“Invite me to dinner.”

Pulling his arm free, Cale laughed. “Yeah, so not going to happen.”

“But I wanna see your Barbies! You’ve gotten new ones in, haven’t you?”

A spark came into Cale’s eyes. “Yes! Two since you were here.”

“Sweet! I wanna see!”

Cale made a face. “Okay, but not today. Or tomorrow, but soon.”

“Caly!” Eddie whined.

“Dude! Brodie will lose his mind if he sees you right now. You gotta be cooler when he’s around. You make things tough for me.”

Eddie sighed. “All right, all right. Fine. Go then, and have excellent make-up sex. And next time I see Brodie, I’ll be on my bestest behavior.”

Cale smiled. “Thanks!” He slid the rest of the way off the stool. “You’re going to leave Joey alone, right? At least don’t bother him at work.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be good.”

Cale snorted. “Yeah, right.” He headed out. “Later!”

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