Tenement Funster

I'll Make The Speed of Light...

Brian turned the radio station knob in hopes of finding something besides Neil Sedaka.  Both men grinned as they heard a favorite of theirs from Suzi Quatro.  'Too Big.' Brian turned the volume up.

'Because I'm too big to be used
You know I'm too big for my boots
You know I'm too big to be abused
And honey...I never lose!
Now listen baby, watch the way you walk
And when it comes to talkin', watch the way you talk
He'll tear ya down and break ya and he'll make you if he can
But, honey, you're too big, too big for that man'

Roger sang along and shifted his shoulders back and forth in a suggestive manner as Brian watched him and enjoyed the show.  The blonds singing voice was pretty good and he could convey the meaning of the lyrics well.  Brian let him finish singing the song before he commented.

"You should be a pop star!"  Brian told him as Roger returned to watching the road.  He grinned at the compliment; especially since it came from Brian.

"I'd love to be in one of those glam bands..."  Roger answered.  "I dig their clothes and makeup and especially the hair..."  he commented and fluffed his own golden mane.  Brian could picture Roger on a stage wearing those purple platform shoes and a pair of skin tight trousers with an opened front satin shirt.  A choker necklace around his neck and a dark pink gloss on those gorgeous lips.  The image made Brian's jeans feel snug in the crotch.  

"What instrument would you play?"  Brian questioned and Roger formed a mischievous grin.  

"Maybe tambourine...but mostly I'd probably just play with myself..."  he said in a naughty manner.  Brian smirked at him and Roger giggled as he glanced at Brian and puckered his lips at him.  The tall man couldn't resist and leaned over and pressed a kiss to that inviting mouth.  Roger turned back to see the road and wore a smug grin.  Liking the result he got when he teased his lover.   Brian looked up at the road and saw the sign for their turn off.

"Oh!  This is it!"  Brian announced as he pointed at the sign up ahead.  Roger turned and they headed down a narrow paved road.  He saw a building in the distance and figured it was the house Olivia owned.  They were soon pulling up at the large farmhouse and both of them admired it's country charm.  The grounds were well maintained and there was a solitary vehicle parked on the gravel drive.  Roger pressed the horn on the steering wheel as  Olivia had instructed.  The men sat and waited and Roger was getting ready to press it again when the door to the farmhouse opened and an older man stepped out and waved at them.  Roger and Brian got out of the van as the man approached.

"You must be Roger and Brian!"  the man said as he came up and stuck out his hand.  

"Yes....hello!"  Roger shook it and smiled at him.    

"I'm Garland Reeves...I take care of the place for Mrs. Whitmere..."  he announced.  "Come in for a cup and then we'll get you sorted..."  he insisted.  The men followed him inside and found it smelled like fresh baked bread.  Garland walked them to the kitchen in the back and they took a seat as he poured some tea and offered them some sandwiches on the freshly sliced loaf.

"This is a big property and there are several places that are ideal for camping...but I know just the place you should go since it is so warm right now..."  Garland advised them as he enjoyed his own food and drink.  "Just on the edge of a wooded area there is a lovely wide stream that pools into the main river..."  he explained.  "You can get some fresh water there and it's a nice place to go for a swim if you're up for it..."  he told them.  Brian and Roger smiled at the idea of swimming. "There's even a boat if you want to paddle into the river at all..."  Garland smiled at them and leaned back in his chair as he stretched his arms out.  "I remember roughing it with some lads I knew in my youth..."  he reminisced.  "We had a grand time camping out and getting drunk by a campfire..."  he said with a wink to the others.   Brian and Roger smiled back.