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David's Contribution: Ryan-Chapter 4
David and Payne went back to Ohio the next day. Ryan had a word with his dads about the good time they had enjoyed that last night and told them that the idea of group sex inside the family wasn't Liam's thing... and so Ryan had decided it wasn't his either for that reason.
In the nature of things, in the fabric of life, holes are sometimes torn or eroded through by loss, by death, by a move... those holes, even if repaired, can leave traces. The traces for David and Payne after Joe's heart attack and subsequent death involved neither a lack of happiness, for they had each other still, nor a lack of money. They both had lost a partner, however.
Joe had left the investments to David and Payne, split equally; David already owned the entire farm acreage. JJ were now watching over their investments now, busy outperforming the Dow as the Schuyler had consistently done in both bear and bull markets for many years.
The healing, for David and Payne, came through a better understanding of their son Ryan.
Ryan had found a man to love, had bonded tightly with Liam, and the binary relationship was different from the throuple that Ryan's dads had... just different enough to let Ryan be aware that he was himself, not his dads. That process of being different from one's parents was, they knew, one of the primary tasks of adolescence and young adulthood. To accomplish the task gracefully was the goal; his dads thought he had succeeded pretty well.
As a child, Ryan had been welcomed into their bed to sleep and he shared their bed at various times without participating in the play while growing up and had observed, watching his dads play, what a wonderful thing an intimate sexual relationship between men can be. So much so that when it came his turn after age 18, he easily incorporated 'the moves' and the love he had seen and watched.
David and Joe and Payne didn't approve of adults coercing kids into sex, didn't have urges that way, hated pedophiles, and would have cheerfully slit anyone's throat who molested their son. The extent of touching in the family during those years with Ryan included hugs and kisses on the cheek and leading him by the hand sometimes.
When Ryan spoke with them just before they left about Liam and his reaction to their shared loving as adults, they were mildly surprised. They wanted to respect Ryan and Liam's feelings, however; they understood. After they thought about it, their son's standing up for himself and his partner's feelings made them feel they had raised a strong, well-adjusted adult.
Ryan and Liam woke at 7 am the next day hungry and more than ready for a morning shower. The New York humidity in the summer was a challenge even for their really good air conditioning. After the breakfast casserole with eggs, bread, cinnamon, sugar and peaches was scarfed down and after a shower together, now arguably hotter, they talked about plans for their future.
"You have to go back to school tomorrow, Ryan. Have you decided what happens after you graduate?"
"Whatever happens, I want to be with you, Liam. My dad left me a pile of money to start a company that gathers data about personal freedoms, crime and legislative corruption. I need to talk to JJ to get their take on it."
"Speaking of JJ, they've asked me to review their art catalog with a view to adding data about provenance and national patrimony status for each object in their vast collection world-wide," continued Ryan. "When we begin that project, it's safe to say you and I will be doing a lot of travelling on their Gulfstreams around the globe. I'm not leaving you behind and I'm guessing JJ will hire you to participate in the work as well."
"I'm not an art expert," Liam began.
Ryan pondered that. "Sure, OK, but there's a range of important work projects associated with mine that you could gear up for or take charge of. I'm thinking of activities like planning our schedules and side tours, travel logistics like reservations for hotels, drivers, restaurants, tickets. We're a team now and one of us needs to take charge of the team officially. I nominate you."
Ryan asked Liam, "Can your folks do without you now or do they need our help now?"
"Mom and dad are swamped at the store now, thanks to you, but in a good way. They've hired people to do what they cannot. I'd say they are on track to a fortune. Dad already told me he doesn't plan to sell the store when he retires. His plan is to save enough to provide interest and dividends for survival when he and mom retire. They want to leave us as much as they can plus the store someday."
"My guess," Liam went on, "is that your dads will leave you the land and investments someday. I hope that day is way far in the future. I really like your dads. They raised you to be the great guy you are, my stud."
They napped for an hour or so after proving Liam's point. Ryan woke first, looked over at his sleeping now sated lover; he saw Liam 'the Forward' naked, sheets askew, one leg pulled back, lying in a small puddle of Ryan's cum, his face relaxed and happy.
Ryan thought he looked like a naked Raphael cherub... only with a slight rugburn on his cheek and sporting a flagship set of cock and balls, not a typical example of Raphael's cherubim certainly.
Ryan turned his thoughts to the next project after culinary school. Now that Liam's folks were doing well, he wanted to keep his promise to JJ about their art catalog. It was high time to use his master's degree in art history. He thought he remembered most of the material and looked forward to the immersion once again into the data, the world of art facts.
He was fully aware that the Schuyler Trust's art collection engendered the largest global art catalog by far and was happy it was already digitized... computers had changed the way the art world organized itself just like every other industry, every other trade.
Ryan wasn't familiar with enough IT details to be able to organize a supercomputer database.
He knew that the Trust had loads of professionals who could fit a laptop to allow seamless access to the catalog, which was a giant database, pure and simple.
He had no idea whether the current database was an SQL or a non-SQL database and really didn't care at this point.
His contribution would be on a macro scale: what items and in what format shall we add data fields and secondarily, how will those fields present to those art historians and national patrimony officials who now had the responsibility to enforce the care and keeping of national art treasures.
One recurring problem the Schuyler Trust had faced in years past were the governments who discovered valuable art works, legitimately purchased by the Trust, who decided that nothing would do but they should demand repatriation of their newly declared 'treasures', pressuring a risky 'loan' of the object to the country's national museum or an outright return of the object with no remuneration or a purchase incredibly less than the last price paid for the object by the Trust.
Museums all over the world sympathized with the Trust. Their items were sometimes demanded as well. All in all, the museums and collectors stuck together against the reverse thefts by less than ethical governments, driven to enrich the leaders of the governments usually, not contributing much, if any, to their people's good, and taking dubious care of the art object after the transfer.
Ryan figured that JJ would be less than thrilled to include national patrimony data for some nations. He wanted to get ahead of that decision by raising the subject with them at the onset.
Ryan sat at his desk in the den, typing in broad outlines of ideas for his work. As he thought of them, he also added a To Do list some of which involved work for Liam. He jotted down categories: Travel, lodging, food, entertainment, (one item on the entertainment list included supplies), gratuities, gifts (a money budget for some countries), clothing, emergencies, electronic equipment besides whatever laptop was supplied, two advanced iPhones, and a wireless satellite router which worked in any country anyplace indoors or out.
Then Ryan expanded the list to include electric adaptors for any country, high milli-amp portable chargers, solar chargers, health considerations such as immunizations (later JJ would recommend that he contact the Schuyler Trust travel office to recommend and give the appropriate vaccines for the countries on their lists, up to date passports, both of their driver's licenses just in case, and two Eurail first class passes for a year.
Expensive as that might be, it would be cheaper than keeping the Gulfstream tied up. Not to say they wouldn't yell for the pilots anytime they had a reasonably long haul, however.
Liam's initial list included weather forecast management, making sure their wardrobe was suitable for that weather, keeping track of visas and their passports, tracking hotel and restaurant reservations, cash management (making sure they had adequate amounts of local currency plus guarding the extra plastic, obtaining a comfortable money belt or RFID protected wallet x 2 so both had room for cash and cards and a laminated 3/5 card printed with a day's schedule with events, addresses, times and rendezvous points if they were separated.
Anything else they could buy when they arrived at distant work sites. Liam was awake by then and brought his naked self over to be kissed and held; Liam kneeled and nuzzled Ryan's cock with his lips.
"Thank you for letting me sleep, buddy. I think I was worn out. My ass feels used and abused... in a good way.
"Do you mind if I nurse here for a minute, dad?"
Ryan did not mind. He was currently short of juice down there but figured time heals all reservoirs. When Liam rose, Ryan's threads hit the floor and the two naked men just stood together, close, breathing in the smell of each other, the fragrances of love, citrus and sweat, the aroma getting to be so familiar now.
Ryan handed the papers to Liam.
"I've been making some notes to start planning our global trips for Schuyler. You need to read and input on the list, adding any category or item or reminder you wish. We might need to represent the Schuyler Trust formally and when we see JJ before leaving, we'll ask them how they would like us to introduce ourselves."
"They may wish for us to be an independent consulting 'firm' in some countries, however, to distance us from the Trust. They will know the politics and be affected more than we will, probably."
"We will form that company with you and I as co-owners today online. Is it OK with you if we call it "Reilly-Fellowes Art Database Consultants" or something close?"
Liam grinned. "We can call it "Fellowes Fucking" if R-F-ADC is taken already."
"Sorry, lover. That company name implies an invitation I can't extend to just anybody."
"But you're so good at it."
"Uh... thank you?"
Liam read. Liam added and organized the list. He noted a possible To Do list tailored for him to take the lead on and took the lead. He bought an extra box of their favorite lube and condoms, put a shortcut to world weather in his iPad, checked the passports and noted both were due to renew, applied to renew both at the Manhattan Passport Office and pick up the next week; He bought solar and high milli-amp mobile chargers, bought a high-quality set of international electrical adaptors, called the Schuyler IT department and explained their laptop needs and ordered two powerful laptops to be delivered and explained by an IT person, and arranged a time for that. That was the first two days.
The second two-day interval included buying the wireless satellite router, contacting the Schuyler travel office to get the contact information about immunizations at the travel clinic and to obtain the travel office private web site and contact information there that summoned pilots when needed.
Liam decided they would both need two basic business-casual sets of clothing: tops-ivory, bottoms-tan, underwear, shoes-brown-brogue- leather, a casual jacket-one black, one navy. He studied pictures in European men's web sites to get a feel for the Euro look so they wouldn't stand out to bad actors as American... for safety reasons.
For more formal dining or business, he decided they both needed a long dark thick felt coat, mid-calf length, one conservative dark suit apiece, two light-blue 'Traveller' cotton shirts, long-sleeve shirts from 'Pink' on Jermyn Street in London for each of them.
He ordered casual clothes for both of them as surprises. Rick Majors Sheer Thong White wasn't easy to find but Liam found two in the correct sizes. He also ordered two 'Go Softwear' South Beach Onesie Citron 'rompers'. Liam added in 2 small and 2 medium 2xist Graphic Micro Bikini Retro Floral/Varsity Navy bikinis (gorgeous and sexy), and 2 Rick Major's Low Rise Swim Brief Navy Flower Swirls, medium (gorgeous and sexy).
He dragged Ryan to Bloomingdales and they both tried on shoes. They were looking for brown leather with ties and thick soles for walking. They wanted relatively pointed shoes to blend and wanted the shoes to polish well.
Ryan fell apart laughing when the casual clothing arrived. A near riot broke out trying on the underwear and swimsuits. They both loved the rompers.
The next day was luggage and backpack shopping. They spent a good deal of time, ended up at Empire Luggage in Soho and bought three lifetime warranty Briggs and Riley pieces each and two backpacks apiece complete with non-slash straps and built in iPhone chargers with a pocket connecting for their new high milli-amp mobile chargers.
The clothing for business had to be tailored, so both Ryan and Liam haunted Reeves Bespoke in Union Square and Bloomingdale's and between the two found the entire list.
Their new company, Reilly-Fellowes Art Database Consultants, was formed and business cards printed. They dropped by the Manhattan Passport Center and picked up their renewed passports.
Ryan spent a couple of hours with the IT team learning to interface from the laptop to the Schuyler catalog and was given permission to read and write to the database and enough administrative permissions to alter the fields and queries but not erase old fields or queries. IT always made sure that the entire catalog was backed-up really well to the precise bit prior to any new user entered on the site.
IT gave their contact numbers and private web site access to Ryan. Ryan was given the private Schuyler Trust web site to access security, all-continent headquarters and Schuyler Trader center addresses and contact information.
Ryan and Liam were surprised at the global reach of the Schuyler Trust, seeing local access in many places they would have characterized as 'out-of-the-way' They decided that the very wealthy don't all live in cities.
JJ had requested a 'slow start' on changes to the catalog, hoping that the 'give it back, it's my national patrimony' types would have at least a longer while before the politics blew up in the Schuyler lap.
JJ decided that 'provenance' would be a better area to emphasize in the new edition of the catalog.
The database would do better than a descriptive provenance...it would display actual documents and notarized statements when available and the results of academic papers on the different objects' acquisition histories and artist authentication when available.
Their trips were loosely divided by continent, then by country, then region, then city, then museum, then by 'school'. If Luxembourg had six paintings belonging to the Schuyler Trust, that visit might be accomplished in two days. Paris, on the other hand, had multiple large museums of different schools with hundreds of Schuyler-owned pieces. The Louvre alone, between exhibited and 'below-stairs' pieces, would take weeks, perhaps more time.
They left on Raspberry from Teterboro September 15 to miss the student crowd from other countries most of whom had to be in their home countries by then. The Gulfstream service was superb, professional, friendly, and the food was out of this world. The Schuyler Trust had perfected amenities on board long years ago.
They left Teterboro at 10 pm to reach Athens (flying at about 410 knots), arriving 10 3/4 hours later, right around 3:45 pm mid-afternoon local time in sunshine. Non-stop.
The local office of Schuyler Traders in Athens had previously conducted discussions with the Greek equivalent of the American FAA and the airport tower, certain gifts had traded hands at those locations and also at Customs so that a Greek Customs official was aware and an agent of Greek Antiquities was friendly and voluble at Raspberry's arrival.
Liam soon got a feel for how long a painting of a certain school might take to work up and every day spent a couple of hours at his laptop, planning, timing, scheduling and preparing the next day's schedule.
The irony of all this work was that the Trust had only 2 minor pieces of work loaned to a small museum and Ryan's work lasted about 45 minutes tops. They were back to the airport very soon and headed for a quick side trip to Mykonos.
The flight to Mykonos took about 50 minutes and Liam had booked 2 nights at the Elysium Hotel, planning a day or two at Elia beach.
The hotel was clean and friendly, without attitude. Tipping didn't hurt service either. They partied at a gay bar that evening, dancing and virgin drinks, since Liam didn't do alcohol and Ryan wanted to stay in the same zone as Liam that night. They both remembered that hotel and that night. It was the first time Ryan asked Liam to explore his insides, please. Which task Liam took on, happy to oblige, coming in Ryan's ass like a quarterback throws to a wide receiver. Ryan, happy for Liam, decided that he would remain quarterback most games.
The next morning found them on the beach early to get a shaded area and a waiter to bring them food and drink regularly from a nearby restaurant. Two warm relaxing days with like-minded men got them into the mood to work again and off they flew to Rome.
The work at the Borghese Museum in Roma took longer for several reasons. The Trust had more loaned art objects there and some were larger in surface area, so more time had to be taken to evaluate each painting along with the usual provenance documentation, not always easy to assemble.
Ryan and Liam had one more stop on this, their first trip abroad. The two had kept up on their paperwork and data entry into the catalog. JJ had texted their delight at the changes made so far. Their first paychecks had cleared their bank.
It was Liam's first decent paycheck since working at the A&P. He had decided to take over paying the installments on his college tuition loans from his parents and now he could. His lodging and food and clothes had been purchased. He didn't have medical expenses. Other than lube and condoms, his life was reasonably cheap for he had no auto loan or other debt.
Before departing Fiumicino (the Ciampino FBO sadly didn't have the services they needed that trip), the two men visited the Trevi Fountains and the Colosseum, the tourist stuff. Neither had seen them and there was time before the scheduled departure.
A man from the Italian Department of Antiquities had become aware of their presence in Rome at the Borghese and their interest in the Caravaggio. He had followed them to the Trevi.
He sensed they held the key to return of Italy's art treasures stolen from his country over the years, didn't want to believe otherwise, had the backing of official Italy in this regard and the mandate to proceed with caution.
Permission to take-off was not granted to Raspberry at the last minute due to an unspecified mechanical failure. Then the catering service announced a recall of contaminated frozen food on the Gulfstream. Then the fueling company announced that the fuel at Fiumicino for the private jets had been contaminated with gasoline posing a fire hazard, followed by an airport shut down by a rogue drone flown over the airport by persons unknown.
Ryan's pilot began to suspect that there was more to all of this than met the eye and being the experienced pilot he was, he used his satellite phone to check in with the Schuyler Travel office.
"We are being delayed at Rome's Fiumicino Airport for a variety of specious reasons and I'm beginning to think we should do Rome's Plan Q right now."
Within 5 minutes, JJ heard that a Plan Q had been called for Raspberry in Rome and they immediately gave the go ahead. That Plan, formulated for emergencies of this class, had been expensive over the years but it was the backup plan, very secret, among a group of 20 senior private jet pilots who were paid extra money each year to input into the Plan, prepare for it, and be ready to implement the Plan at any second of any day globally. The escape hatch, so to speak, consisted of one pilot rescuing everyone on board another affected aircraft when Plan Q was activated.
Upon seeing the very short digital encrypted response on the Raspberry flight control panel, the pilot called everyone to the cockpit.
"There is an emergency. John and Jayden have activated a plan to rescue us from this emergency; there is, in my opinion, a situation here in Rome, still fully unknown to me, with multiple tentacles keeping us from leaving for home."
"I need you to gather in the next 10 minutes the most important items you have with you. Forget clothes. You can buy more. Forget cosmetics. Forget money. More is available from John and Jayden. Bring electronic things, documents you don't want others to see."
"Bring passports and visas. Quickly now. Start gathering and line up behind the cockpit here in a row with one suitcase only as soon as you can. Run!"
Convinced, the crew of 2, Ryan and Liam ran to do as the pilot requested. Ten minutes later, they were lined up as told behind the pilot and co-pilot. They heard the knock beneath the cockpit on the aircraft's 'skin' sound three times, slowly.
The male flight attendant quickly opened the aircraft door and the six souls on board with one piece of luggage apiece ran down the stairs following a man to a motorized cart which they boarded with their luggage.
It sped away to another aircraft at the end of a different runway whose engines were running and whose door was open with stairs down. They boarded at the run, the door was shut, and the jet aircraft left very quickly.
They were never to know how much money passed hands that night in the tower at Fiumicino airport. They never learned how the aircraft was recovered, but Raspberry returned to the fleet four weeks later. Plan Q remained secret.
The only thing the pilots in the consortium knew was that the Plan had been activated once in the past ten years and the freedom of two pilots, two crew and two passengers had been spared with a successful airport rescue, possibly a lifesaving event.
That news along with their extra pay was enough to remember how that Plan worked.
The apartment looked and felt good to Ryan and Liam. They found an overnight grocery store and stocked up for breakfast and then hit their bed more asleep than awake. Morning did arrive and this time it was Liam's turn to look into Ryan's sleeping, relaxed face.
Liam forced himself not to wake his lover and just watched him breathe. Slow, regular breaths bringing oxygen to Ryan's healthy pink skin, his bulging muscles stretching that skin just enough, his dreams anyone's guess but his cock was beginning to move within its foreskin, thicken and twist a little in the coolness of the morning, blushing a little, then a bit of pre-cum arrived and Ryan's balls loosened and twisted just a little. Goosebumps appeared on his arms and legs.
Just then, Ryan's eyes opened, slowly focused on Liam, watching him... and he smiled...
"Hey, are you still in bed with me, bud? I think I was dreaming about you, um, us... couldn't get out of Rome or something so we threw our condoms into the engine of another jet or something and here we are."
Liam raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips.
"Lucky for you I saved a box for home."
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Liam put a towel around his waist and answered the apartment door. He threw the door open and there stood John and Jayden smiling at him, glancing at his towel and his chest and his tousled hair.
"Are you going to make us stand in the hallway?"
"Oh, sorry... of course, come in. Ryan is just waking up."
"Sure he is," said Jayden with a raised eyebrow.
Just then Ryan sailed around the corner with no towel on.
"Liam, who's... oh, excuse me for flashing you guys. I'll get a towel."
Glowering at Liam, Ryan walked back to the bedroom to grab a towel, displaying his fine ass to the assembled audience.
"Nice scenery in this apartment, don't you think, Liam?"
"Yeah, I like the way you decorate, all right," said John. "If Liam approved, I wouldn't mind examining that a little closer."
"Wait a minute, don't I get to approve some of it too?" Jayden giggled.
"You'd be the first fucker in line, what do you mean?"
Ryan came into the room soon enough to get the gist of the conversation. He glanced at Liam who just grinned and shrugged.
"Maybe if we feed these guys breakfast, they'd have enough energy to play ball with us."
"Breakfast is served, gentlemen. We have gourmet orange juice, gourmet toast and gourmet canned applesauce! Will that provide enough energy for an inning or two?"
"Darn that sounds good; however, I'm having a low pheromone level attack," said John. "Unless I take a shower right now with soap and rinse my mouth with a little mouthwash and get my cock into a latex sheath really quick, I just don't know what I'm going to do..."
Ryan frowned. Liam frowned. Jayden pouted. Liam and Jayden stood and let their towel/clothes respectively slide to the floor. Ryan's towel slid to the floor.
Ryan's cock, triumphantly erect like John's was, felt like it expected something, and their heart rates began to rise.
Jayden and Liam scampered to the shower and prepared the water temperature and a grabbed a new bar of soap, jumped in and briefly scrubbed, rinsed, pressed their lips together for a minute or two, began to get hard, left the water running, toweled off and raced into the bedroom to find John and Ryan in each other's arms, hugging and kissing.
"Hey Liam, get your fine ass over here, dude," yelled John. "I've got plans for that fine piece of real estate."
Ryan reached to Jayden. "Come to papa, man. You're making me hard."
John, before it was over was balls deep inside Liam.
Jayden was full of Ryan's baseball bat, stretched to the max and happy.
Liam's butt felt John's pole deep inside his ass and thrilled to it.
None of the men used condoms; they all had plenty of natural lubrication. They were having fun, there wasn't a commitment happening, just play. This was deep, intense sex between men who were excited to be safe among men who liked them for themselves.
John and Ryan came deep inside their temporary partners, whose own orgasms erupted a few moments later, soaking the bed. They all crashed for a minute, then were off to the shower.
In the shower, Jayden reminded the group of the history of the Schuyler beneficiary men, their partners and throuples: The first beneficiary was the founder, whose male secretary was a very close friend.
The daughter, Carol, was straight as an arrow but not narrow... she had a fling in Venice with a gondola man and his brother at the same sitting, her first, it was surmised.
Her son Michael and his partner Marcus followed, and their heir Eric had a British male partner named Brent.
Loren, the twin was straight, married and Joseph grew up straight-ish, but learned the pleasures of male sex with a vengeance during a massage in Portland, Oregon from two male masseurs from Mexico.
"And then JJ got elected and you know about us now!" said Jayden.
John and Jayden looked at each other. John nodded.
"Hey, we've got a bunch of unused suites at the Schuyler museum. We could make history come alive again in some ways if you two took over one of the suites. No charge and decent food and much closer to work for Ryan, what with all the whatnots on the wall to assess and the basement to assess. Could take years."
"Keep this apartment to blow off steam or whatever. If you choose, we could all play on occasion. John is my man, the guy I love very much. I need his cock inside me to ground me. We go back a long way and have come through a lot (pun intended)."
"I sense that you two have a strong bond also from an epiphany that brought both of you full circle to today."
"I don't think any of us are gunning to do a quad love or throuple love group. I'm not ruling it out, but the four of us sure clicked today on the playing field."
"You guys would do your own relationship stuff, have your own footman to serve you, have the security of the museum staff, take your own vacations or with us, whatever floats...we would love to have you in any number of ways... "
"To permanently visit, to permanently play, to permanently live for the rest of your lives here if you wish. You can always build your own home elsewhere and move at any time without any adverse effect on work... or play for that matter. We want this to stay cool... and hot too!"