Micky hurried back down to the shelter. He had managed to reason with Peter that he couldn’t stay with him, not until he had explained his absence to his friends. Peter had agreed but made him promise that he would return that night. Micky had accepted that Peter wanted to make him a permanent fixture at the manor and he agreed but he wanted to explain to Ty first.

He cautiously opened the door and walked into the brightly lit room. The room was empty; Micky guessed it would be. Twilight was when the boys went to work, mostly to pick up the rich guys on their way home from work.

“So, you’ve decided to come back then.” Micky jumped and turned round to see Ty coming out of the kitchen at the end of the hall.

“Hi, look Ty; I’m so sorry about last night.”

“You’re sorry! No Micky, that’s fine, I just thought that you were dead in some ditch somewhere that’s all. Where the fuck were you?”

Ty’s anger was more concern than anything else. The last twelve hours had been the longest of his life. He never expected Micky to have been at Peter’s all night and he knew how dangerous their business could be. It wasn’t uncommon for rent boys to end up dead; he had seen it on more than one occasion.

“I was at Peter’s. He asked me to stay and at first I refused, but I guess I musta fallen asleep.”

Micky knew it was a feeble excuse, but it was the truth. He could see how hurt Ty was and he felt terrible knowing that he had placed all the worry on his friend.

“Well I guess you’re back now. Ready for another night I hope.”

“Actually Ty, I’m gonna be moving on.”

Ty couldn’t believe what he was hearing. One night and he was quitting. He knew he shouldn’t have let him go with Peter. Ty was not only thinking about the consequences from a business point of view, although he knew that with Micky’s innocent looks he could be one of his best, but he also didn’t want Micky to leave him. This was the first time Ty had ever felt something for any of the boys the way he felt about Micky right now.

“Moving on?! Where? Why? What did Peter do to you?”

“Nothin’. Actually he has offered me a job.”

“What, live-in rent boy? Great step-up from this, isn’t it?”

“Come on Ty, it’s not like that. Peter’s ok, ya know. He understands that I am worth more than this. He wants to help me.”

Ty laughed. Was this boy so naïve? Couldn’t he see what Peter was doing? Ty wished he could say something to make Micky change his mind, but he knew that Peter already had him. It was too late.

“Micky, please don’t do this. You don’t know him - I do. He’ll soon get bored of ya and cast you aside and then you’ll be left with nothing. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I know you wouldn’t Ty, but I’m not like you. I can’t do this, it isn’t me and if I have an opportunity to make a go of my life, I’m gonna take it.”

“Well, if you feel it’s what you have to do, then I can’t stop you. I’m gonna miss ya though, man.”

Ty went up and hugged Micky. Blinking back the tears, he stared deeply into the soft brown eyes looking back at him. He leaned forward and kissed him gently on the mouth.

Breaking from the kiss, Micky felt confused. Was Ty allowing his emotions to takeover? Surely not. This was one of the rules that he had taught Micky: never get too involved.

“I’d better be going.” Micky handed Ty the envelope that Peter had given him for the night before, “Here take this.”

“Thanks buddy.”

Micky picked up his bag and headed out the door towards his new home.

* * * * * *

Mike too was packing and moving on. He felt exhilarated that so far his plan was working better than he could ever had expected. He was actually going to be living and working in the mansion, something he never expected. He quickly packed up his belongings and decided to go for a celebration drink before he headed off to his new employment.

It was lucky that Davy had allowed the position to be live-in. After all, it made sense to him, the chauffeur would be needed at all times to drive Peter around and the house was too far away from the city to allow Mike to live away.

Mike was still plotting as he reached the small bar on the corner and went inside. He knew, despite his murderous feelings towards the Thorkelson family that murder was not an option. He’d had dreams of the torturous things he could do to wipe that smug grin off John Thorkelson’s face, but the consequences of these actions would be too horrific for Mike to cover. After all, he had his mother to think of; she wouldn’t be able to cope if her only son was locked away in prison, or worse still facing the death penalty.

He decided the best option was to hit him where it hurt – money. If there was one force that drove these rich tycoon bastards, it was cold hard cash. If he could sting him for money, then his troubles would be over. He would be the victor and life would be bearable again. All he needed was an ally, someone on the inside to help him, someone he could trust, but who? Mike was going to have to find someone, and soon.

* * * * * *

Micky strolled up to the mansion; it seemed just as magnificent as he remembered it. Micky held his breath taking in the wonder of the building that he was to call home. He was still uncertain as to what Peter wanted him to do, after all, Micky had no business skills; but he had already realised that business skills wasn’t what Peter was going to want from him. Was he making the right decision? After all, Ty was right. It was no better than selling himself on the street, and he had left that world to make a fresh start. Micky gulped, maybe Peter would be the step to a better life; he rang the doorbell and waited.

A small man opened the door. Micky vaguely recognised him from last night. Maybe he was the houseboy that Peter had spoken about. He was a handsome man though a little on the short side. Micky smiled warmly at him, hoping to make a good impression.

“Oh so you’re the latest one are you?” asked Davy, his tone slightly menacing. “You best come in then.”

Micky stepped inside; a little puzzled by the welcome he received. Had Peter not explained his arrival to his staff? Micky felt slightly uncomfortable as he followed behind Davy through the long corridors and up the flight of stairs.

“Is Peter here?” asked Micky, hoping to break the ice.

“Yeah, he’s still asleep. Don’t worry, you can go and see him soon. I have been ordered to show you to you’re room, then wake Mr Thorkelson, and he’ll send for you when he’s ready.”

Davy’s anger was reaching boiling point. Peter had given him a lecture last night about making Micky feel welcome, but Davy’s jealously was getting the better of him and he wanted to make Micky feel inferior to himself. He was still Number One to Peter and no one was gonna take that away. However, Davy was not blind; he could see the beauty that was beholden to him and the innocent nature of the young man that stood before him. Davy’s only consolation was the other new employee that would be arriving tomorrow: Mike Nesmith.

“Here’s your room, if you need anything, anything at all, just ask.”

“Thanks, sorry what is your name?”

“I’m Davy,” he replied taking the soft slender hand in his and shaking it.

“Thanks Davy.”

* * * * * *

Mike yawned and stretched. His arms felt stiff and he sat up from the bench in which he had slept. Mike was so broke that he hadn’t had the money to stay at the motel another night and so he’d made alternate sleeping arrangements. Glancing at his watch, he focused on the time 08:30.

‘Shit, I’d better go,’ he thought gathering what little belongings he had and setting off to the mansion. He wandered through the busy LA streets, hoping that his temper wouldn’t get the better of him and he’d blow his whole cover. He had to be polite and courteous – two words that Mike had difficulty with. Just think of the rewards, he told himself, think what you could buy; and his thoughts drifted back to his father and how he wanted to make him proud. Mike was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, he didn’t realise that he was approaching the gates of Thorkelson Manor – no going back now. He strolled up the driveway and confidently rang the door.

* * * * * *

From upstairs Micky heard the doorbell, and for a moment he contemplated answering the door himself, but Davy had beaten him to it. There was no sign of Peter; he hadn’t spoken to Micky all night, preferring to leave him hanging on. So, Micky had entertained himself by exploring the house. Davy too had kept out of his way, retiring to his bedroom once Peter was settled for the night.

Micky heard the mumbled voices and stepped cautiously out onto the landing to take a closer look at the visitor. He could hear Davy welcoming the stranger in a much more excitable tone to his voice then when Micky had arrived the day before. He ambled to the top of the stairs and peered down through the railings.

Down in the foyer, Davy could barely contain his excitement that Mike was finally here. He had confessed to Peter that he hired a new chauffeur; he thought it best to be truthful. Peter seemed disinterested; he was more concerned with his new playmate Micky. Davy hoped that maybe he could have fun with this one.

“Welcome Mike, you’re on time, that’s good.”

“No sweat, where shall I put my stuff?”

“Come on I’ll show you to your room, it’s just up the stairs here.”

As they began their ascent, Micky moved away from the staircase and headed back to his room. However, he was not quick enough and Davy noticed him.

“Mornin’ Micky,” he called cheerfully. “Let me introduce Mike Nesmith, our new chauffeur and handyman.”

“Hi,” smiled Micky shyly. Mike was staring at him and it was making him a little uncomfortable. It was the same way that Peter looked at him, maybe Micky was imagining it but he was sure that Mike winked at him as he walked past.

“Nice to meet you; do you work here too?” Mike was eager to find out more about this guy; he wasn’t expecting to meet such a beauty, not here. He just hoped that he wasn’t a relation of the Thorkelson’s, as his plan may be disrupted by his affection towards this boy.

“You could say that,” smirked Davy before Micky had a chance to answer.

“Just got here yesterday,” he finally said.

“Oh well, I’ll probably see you around then,” replied Mike.

Micky was confused by this new arrival. What was Peter’s game and where exactly did he fit into it?

As Davy showed Mike to his room, his faithful jealously was going into overdrive. If he couldn’t have Peter, he wanted Mike, but he wasn’t about to lose both of them to Micky, he needed to teach him a lesson.

“Here’s your room; I hope its ok for you?”

“It’s fine.”

“Ok, well my room is just next door, so if you need anything, don’t be afraid to yell,” and with that he left Mike alone to unpack.

Davy headed into his own room and quickly freed his growing erection from his pants. He slowly rubbed up and down his shaft thinking of the possibilities of having two men under his command. Why should Peter have all the fun he thought as he expertly pumped his cock with his hand, knowing exactly where to touch himself to make him come. As he lay down on his bed, he closed his eyes and thought of Mike and what he was doing right now – taking a shower perhaps, the warm water running down his toned body was enough to send Davy over the edge.

In actual fact, Davy couldn’t have been further from the truth, as he lay enjoying his own pleasures, Mike was heading down the corridor to another door.

“Can I come in,” he asked.