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As I drove to work, I mentally planned my day. I had a lot to get through in order to be able to leave early for Lachlan's doctor's appointment. I needed to also allow enough time to have a heart-to-heart with Lachlan about his seriously escalated relationship with Ellie. What would keep me going, I knew too well, was the thought that at the end of the day, Ty would walk through the front door and light up my life.

My available office hours were spent working on Ty's behalf, making headway with the educational trust he wanted to set up for the children of Australia's war dead, and progressing his plans to buy a property in Stanthorpe, the Queensland town where he and his brothers grew up and where his parents still lived.

The Department of Defence was fully supportive of Ty's plan to assist families of Australian war casualties and his insistence on remaining anonymous in the process made it all the more enticing to them, by making them appear proactive and caring. They could see the political mileage.

The information filtering through from the real estate agent in Stanthorpe was making Ty's planned purchase seem much more attractive than I'd initially thought. I worked through my lunch break, stopping only for a couple of pieces of fruit, in order to get as much out of the way as I could before the weekend.

I shut down my computer and beat a hasty retreat. I walked through the door at 2:00p.m. and found Simon and Scott playing computer games. George was vacuuming the house and Lachlan was dressed and ready to go. Ellie, he told me, had gone home to study for a Uni exam on Monday, but she would be back on Tuesday.

When I picked up my keys and wallet, Lachlan looked at me quizzically, knowing we had plenty of time, but he said nothing. He followed me out to the car and on the 15 minute drive to the hospital, he chatted non-stop about how good he was feeling and how, with the exception of sore wrists, he had regained most of the strength in his arms.

I parked and turned off the engine and when Lachlan made to open the door, I touched his arm. "I want to talk about Ellie," I ventured.

Immediately his face lit up. "Isn't she something?" he beamed. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"Yes, mate," I smiled, "she's beautiful."

"She's funny and intelligent, too," he continued effusively. "Man, that body! Like, fuck! You know what I mean?"

"Not really!" I deadpanned.

Lachlan looked baffled and then laughed. "I guess not! Take it from an expert, she's put together real good!"

"You mean 'really well'," I corrected.

"Thanks, Mum!" Lachlan shot back and we both laughed.

It was time to get to the point. "Mate, I'm kinda surprised by the way things have turned out …"

"Meaning?"

"You two having sex …"

I got the goofy Hill brothers grin. "Yeah, it just kinda happened," he smirked. "Mike, I've never had sex like it. It's like we're made for each other. I can't get enough of her!"

"Yeah, we've all noticed!"

"You don't have a problem with it, do you?" he asked.

"Of course not, mate," I replied. "I just think you need to be, ah, a bit more responsible about it."

"Meaning?"

"This morning, in the kitchen," I said. "Mate, that wasn't ice cream running down her leg …"

"Oh," said Lachlan. "Well, yeah, you see … um …"

"You should be using condoms," I said.

"I don't have any," he shot back defensively.

"You could have asked Scott. Or me."

"You don't use them!"

"How do you know that?"

"Scotty told me".

"How the fuck would he know?"

"I dunno. Maybe Ty told him?"

"Well, that's beside the point. There are condoms in the house. You only had to ask."

"It's not like we planned it," he responded. "It just kinda happened. Besides, I pulled out before I blew …"

"Well, that's something at least," I mused.

"Well, I pulled out the first couple of times …"

"Why did you stop?"

"Man," he assured me, "it's so fuckin' good in there, I just can't."

"You do know the risk you're taking, right?"

"You're right, mate," he replied. "As usual! From now on I'll roll one on!"

"Or get Ellie to roll it on for you. More fun that way!" I grinned. "Come on big fella, let's go!"

Lachlan went to open his door when he suddenly turned to face me again. "I love her, Mike," he said quietly.

I smiled. "Don't confuse love with lust, mate," I suggested.

"I'm not. I mean, the sex is one thing, but she's everything I've ever dreamed about in a girl. I wanna hold on to her and never let her go. I can't stand it when she's not with me. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, it makes sense, Lach," I nodded. "That's how I feel about your brother."

Lachlan grinned, then leaned in and kissed my cheek. "You're hot, you know!" he laughed. "Pity you don't have tits …"

* * *

I flicked through magazines in the waiting room, while Lachlan was in consultation with his GP. I smiled when I found a double page spread in Cosmopolitan headed 'Who's Hot?' There were photos of the usual suspects, the bronzed and buffed blonde boys from the soapies, but standing out from the crowd was my guy, looking good enough to eat.

The caption read, "Tyson Hill : Sex On Two Legs." Damn right he is, I thought to myself. When nobody was looking, I quietly tore the pages from the magazine and put them in my back pocket to send to Dot later.

I was daydreaming about Ty's legs, and more specifically what hung between them, when the doctor's door opened and Lachlan emerged. He paid the bill and we made our way back to the car park.

"All good?" I asked.

"Yes, mate," Lachlan replied. "Everything's fine, except he reckons there's strain on my wrists. So I'm not allowed to weight bear."

As we climbed into the car, I questioned why Lachlan would weight bear on his wrists.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna have to rest my weight on my elbows and not my hands while Ellie and I are making love!"

I chuckled. "Or you could just lie back and let Ellie do all the work!"

"Nah," Lachlan smirked. "She can't wrap those legs around my waist that way. I like her under me!"

"You're such a straight boy!" I laughed. "Pity …"

We returned home to find Simon and Scott sprawled on couches, enjoying a loud movie. George was in the adjoining dining room, about to set the table.

"Not the balcony?" I questioned, knowing Ty would always prefer to dine al fresco.

"Wind and rain are predicted later, sir," George replied. "Perhaps I'll set a table for two on the balcony for Scott and Simon?"

We both smiled when we heard Scott say to Simon, "See? I told you he hates me".

"He must hate me too," said Simon. "What have I done?"

"You're my fuck buddy, and he's jealous. He fancies me something shocking!"

As George and I made our way to the kitchen through the lounge, George said to Scott as an aside, "I fancy you like I fancy psoriasis!"

I was pleased to see that George had made a start on dinner, placing all the food we'd need on the bench along with the pots and pans. We shot the shit while George prepared the leg of lamb and I peeled mountains of potatoes, pumpkin, and yams. Once they were placed in baking dishes, George prepared Dot's gravy while I chopped up an assortment of greens which Ty would certainly demolish.

"Which wines, sir?" George asked, standing in front of the wine cupboard.

"Beers to start, George," I replied. "Then, because it's lamb, Ty will want a red. Maybe a Bordeaux Merlot?"

George transferred a dozen small beers into the fridge and took out a chilled white. He poured two glasses and remarked, "We have a few minutes to kill while the oven preheats!"

We clinked glasses. "Mr. Hill is coming home, George," I grinned. "So here's to him!"

"Yes, sir," George replied with a smile. "I have no doubt it'll be 'bottoms up'!"

At 4:45p.m., we put the meat and vegetables on, timing them to be ready in an hour. While George cleared away the mess, I played back the messages on my mobile. There were two calls from the office, one from the Defence Minister's press secretary, Derek, another from the Stanthorpe real estate agent, and one from my brother, Steve. I sighed. I was going to have to speak to him eventually.

I sat at the kitchen bench and returned the calls one by one, leaving Steve till last. The office calls were easily dealt with. I gave Derek the trust fund information he needed and listened with amusement as he enthused about Ty's Canberra concert, which Vince had arranged for him to attend. The real estate agent pulled the usual 'there's somebody interested in the property' routine, but I cut him off at the knees, telling him my client was out of town and that we'd get back to him in a week or so, as we'd already discussed.

I glanced at the clock; ten to six. That gave me ten minutes to return Steve's call before Ty arrived home. Ten minutes would be all I could handle. I called Steve's number and sighed when he picked up the call and said, "Well, well. Mister hotshot lawyer finally found a moment to call his baby brother!" I might have known nothing would have changed.

The conversation was stilted and when Lachlan, Scott, and Simon arrived in the kitchen, I moved from the bench to a quiet corner where I could find out whatever it was that Steve wanted this time, and get off the phone. He was filling me in on his disastrous life when the kitchen door opened and in walked Ty. I grinned and waved, as Ty strode up to his brothers and gave them both a huge hug and a kiss.

"I've missed you guys!" I heard him say before he shook hands with Simon and then pulled him into a hug. He walked behind the bench and gave George a cuddle. He got his hand slapped, though, when he dipped his little finger in the gravy.

Suddenly, he spun around and fixed his eyes on me. He grinned as he started walking towards me.

"Steve, I've gotta go," I said quickly. "I'll call you tomorrow".

"As for you …," Ty smirked, before sweeping me up in his arms and bending me backwards. He kissed me for so long I was running out of breath.

"Christ, guys, can you take it somewhere private!" laughed Lachlan.

"Go, Ty!" giggled Scott.

"Leave some room for dinner, Mr. Hill," George sighed.

Ty stood back and looked me up and down, before glancing at his watch. "I really feel like a nap!" he announced. "How long till dinner?"

"It's ready now, sir," said George. "Your 'nap' is going to have to wait!"

Ty pouted. While the boys were busy getting wine and glasses organised, Ty grabbed my hand and held it against his groin. He was rock hard! There was no need for me to speak. I grinned and held his hand against my own boner-in-the-making.

Once we'd downed our beer, George herded us into the dining room and served dinner. As I knew he would, Ty hoed into the greens first, before piling his plate high with lamb, potatoes, and pumpkin and then making it swim in gravy.

Simon and I looked at each other a couple of times and smiled; watching the Hill brothers eat was entertainment in itself. It was as if every meal might be their last.

Ty kept us amused with stories from the tour, and then asked Lachlan for an update on his visit to the doctor. We finished our ice cream and chocolate sauce and headed to the lounge. I sat with Ty as the boys flicked around the TV channels, trying to find something worth watching. They finally settled on a movie thriller that was just starting, but I could tell Ty was fidgety.

A couple of times he squeezed my knee and once he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. I knew what he wanted. I made a lame excuse about Ty being tired and announced that we'd be having an early night.

"So what's that making your jeans bulge, Ty?" Scott snickered. "Sleeping tablets?"

"Asshole!" Ty smirked.

We both stood and Ty wished everyone a good night. He headed for the bedroom and I helped George clear the rest of the dinner dishes. I started to stack the dishwasher, but George started to shoo me from the room. "Mr. Hill will be waiting for you, sir," he said. "You know how he doesn't like to 'nap' alone!"

I gave George a hug and walked back through the lounge room. "Goodnight guys!" I called, but by now, the three of them were engrossed in the movie.

* * **

In our bedroom, I found Ty had already stripped and was lying on the bed wearing just his tented boxers and a cheeky grin.

As much as I love the way he's always eager to get his hands on me, I realise there's an element of 'Ty wants what Ty wants, now!' about his behaviour on occasions. This was one of those occasions. Don't get me wrong, I wanted him every bit as bad as he wanted me, but there's something about his desire for control that makes me want to take that control away from him. In a nice way, of course, and only for a while.

I lay on my side, leaned in, and kissed his lips. I love his lips, how they feel on mine, how they taste. How he closes his eyes when our mouths meet.

I took his arms, one at a time, and put them over his head, using a pair of my silk boxers to tie his wrists together and then a cord to hold them securely. Much as I wanted to tie his feet together, it would have prevented me from accessing between his legs, so I forgot that idea. It was enough that he couldn't use his hands.

I returned to lying on my side and I kissed him some more before sitting up and grabbing scissors from the bedside drawer. Ty was bare-chested and those boxers had to go. I ran the scissors from the hem to the waist band and repeated on the other side, destroying the boxers. Never mind, they were old anyway.

His cock, thick and meaty, looked menacing. It lay across his thigh and beneath it dangled his nads, full of pent up Ty tadpoles. He wasn't yet fully erect, but I'd soon fix that! Exposed to me, he was helpless.

I kissed his face, then his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks, and his chin. I saved the lips till last, because they're the best bit. It was a long, wet kiss and from the corner of my eye I saw the monster awaken and start to stretch. Below, my own penis was straining inside my Mitch Dowds.

I moved to his chest and ran my tongue over it, making my way to his nipples which I sucked in turn and then tortured with flicks from the tip of my tongue. Further down I travelled, covering his tummy with little kisses while running my warm hand up and down the inside of his legs, tickling as I went, every now and again brushing his scrotum.

Fully aroused, the eye of his cock was watching everything I was doing with intense interest. It knew what it wanted, but for now it wasn't gettin' it!

I ran my tongue in and out of his belly-button and enjoyed his little whimpers. I moved to those trimmed pubes I love so much, and wet them. Before they were dry and fluffy, but they were now slick with saliva. I looked up and saw the pleading look in his eyes and I grinned.

"What?" I asked, all innocence.

"Suck it!"

"Suck what?" I asked, eyes wide.

"My cock!"

"You're kidding right?" I asked.

He shook his head vigorously.

"I'm not sucking that!" I gasped, mock-shocked. "Jesus, I know where it's been!"

"Suck it or I'll smack you in the head!"

"You can't!" I chuckled. "Your hands are tied."

"Bastard!" he spat.

"Cunt!" I replied.

"Cocksucker!" he groaned.

"You wish!" I smirked. "I'll tell you what. Maybe I can just lick the head …"

I took his throbbing flesh in my hand and squeezed. Ty throw his head back against the pillow and moaned; the combination of love and lust makes for a strange sound.

He shivered as I ran the tip of my tongue around the ridge of his cockhead in a continuous movement until I used the flat of my tongue to bathe his frenulum. His body tensed again; it wanted more. Not yet, though.

I used my teeth to lightly nibble the length of his shaft down to where it meets his body. I used my hand to heft his weighty plums and ran my tongue over them until his sac was glistening. Then, one at a time, I took those plums into my mouth and sucked on them as I might giant Maltesers, wanting to melt the chocolate from them …

Ty moaned again. I smiled to myself, knowing that this was the bit where he'd normally use his hands to move my head to where he wanted it. He couldn't!

I lay on my front between his spread legs, enjoying the sight of the Ty treasures that I knew were good for me. They contain fluid that is rich in amino acids, citrate, enzymes, fructose, proteins, and Vitamin C. My doctor tells me that amino acids, fructose, and Vitamin C are especially good for me; who am I to argue with a medical professional?

"Pleeeease?" he hissed.

I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the base of his man pole, which was painfully hard. I moved it so it stuck straight up in the air and I marvelled at it. Big. Thick. Powerful. Mine.

I wondered to myself, 'how the fuck did that get all the way up my ass without causing damage?' Then I remembered. With Ty, absolute trust means I can relax totally.

Again. "Pleeeease?"

Much as I love to see him squirm with need, I didn't want to torment him too much.

I let his cock go and it slapped angrily against his belly. I moved from between his legs and lay to his side, taking Mr. Angry in the palm of my hands. Again, I lapped around the crown, this time flicking my tongue over his jap's eye.

His head was moving from side to side and he was groaning. When he wasn't groaning, he was sighing.

"You really want me to suck this nasty thing?" I asked.

"Pleeeease?"

"Well, maybe this once," I conceded. "Only because I love you ..."

Our eyes met and in that brief moment, I saw it again … that spark between us. That indescribable something that drew us to one another, like moths to naked light. Maybe this once? Who am I kidding? I live for this.

I lowered my head and in one fluid motion, his raging rooter was fully in my mouth. His body sagged beneath me, before he started pumping his hips, trying to get as far into my throat as he could.

I went with his flow, intermittently sucking his shaft and running my tongue around it clockwise and then counter clockwise. I did this as my hand caressed his ball bag, rolling his eggs around. Every now and again, a stray finger slipped lower, sliding into his sweaty crack to brush against the puckered opening. It was squeezed shut for now, but I knew before long, it would open up like the darling buds of May.

Right now, my sole focus was Ty's pleasure. Well, our pleasure, for sure, because giving him pleasure is a pleasure in itself.

My mouth worked its magic and he was writhing now. He twisted and turned and thrashed about, frustrated that he couldn't take charge, yet I knew he was feeling bliss. He was at my mercy; his gratification was in my hands and mouth.

I maintained the torment, using my mouth and saliva to keep him just on the edge. It was only when profanity started spewing from his mouth, like lava from a volcano, that I knew I had to allow him the release he wanted, for fear he'd alarm everyone in the house. Indeed, the neighbourhood.

My hand increased the pressure on his balls as I deep-throated him in earnest. I shifted to allow for his ass to lift from the mattress as he fought to make sure that my mouth completed the mission.

Profanity gave way to panting and I felt that tube of man meat swell even more. I knew that within seconds, my guy would surrender the goods. With one long growl, he let it go and flooded my mouth with his warm, salty load. Shot after shot, gulp after gulp; seriously, had it been that long?

I kept him in my mouth as the shots slowed to dribbles and even when he flopped back on the mattress, I held him in the warmth, using my tongue to ensure that all traces of DNA were gone.

There was still enough of it in my mouth to surprise him when I slid up to kiss him deeply. I wondered if he liked how his cum tasted, as much as I did?

I smiled. He smiled back.

"Good?" I asked.

"Mate," he sighed. "You have no idea …"

I kissed him again.

"Untie me will ya?"

I laughed and rolled off the bed to stand at the foot. Ty watched as I pulled off and discarded my boxers. I spread his legs and knelt between them. His eyes widened.

"You're not gonna fuck me while I'm tied up are you?"

"You wish!" I chuckled.

I held him in my gaze as my right hand slid down over my chest and belly and wrapped around my throbbing dick. My left hand took the same route and slithered even lower, to cup the boys in the basement.

As we looked into one another's eyes, my fist started to pump, up and down. On each up stroke, my thumb rubbed over my glans. Once or twice I stopped completely, lest this came to a messy end too early, but our eyes remained locked.

Gradually, the pace picked up and I started to groan. My fist was flying now and, tempted as I was to close my eyes, I didn't want to lose sight of him. Suddenly, my feet curled and only then did his gaze shift from my eyes to my groin.

Ty watched, entranced, as my orgasm hit. Semen started to spurt from the eye of my cock, the first long ribbon splattering his face and hair. The second and third squirted against his neck and chest, and the subsequent jets formed a liquid lake on his belly, some of it pooling in his belly button. I went weak and slumped back to rest my naked ass on my heels.

He grinned. I grinned.

"Fuck, that was hot!" he exclaimed.

When I leaned forward to lick up the mess I'd made, his eyes widened. Below me, I saw his cock spring to life again.

"That's my boy!" I laughed, as I took it in my hand. "I'm thinking that as a payback for my disgraceful behaviour, you should use this to fuck the living daylights out of me!"

He grinned. "That's exactly what I was thinking. Untie me!"

I grinned back and shook my head. "Nah, don't think so, mate."

I let go of his cock, picked up a tube of lube from the side table and slicked up his turgid tool. I locked eyes with him again, climbed onto the bed, and squatted over him, lowering myself slowly onto his cock until I was fully impaled.

Fuck, I love seeing his eyes roll to the back of his head …

* * *

An arduous tour behind him, Ty was knackered and I knew he'd sleep until the Salvation Army Band arrived and played "Advance Australia Fair" next to our bed. I was still in my regular routine and given the early night we'd had, I woke early.

Ty was fast asleep and, by rolling on my side and resting on my elbow, I was able to indulge one of my great pleasures; watching him when he was out to it. In repose, Ty was one of the most relaxed people I've known. His handsome features were tranquil, his breathing was even and his face radiated peace.

I marvelled again at how this beautiful man could be so worshipped and adored on stage, and yet be so driven to hurry home and passionately make love with me the way he had last night. What could I have done to deserve this?

Because I could gaze at him for hours, I'm not sure how much time went by, but eventually, even in sleep, Ty got that feeling he was being watched and his eyelids fluttered. His eyes opened, he focussed before he rolled his eyes in my direction, and grinned.

"Stop looking at me!" he yawned.

"Can't help it!" I laughed. "I said my prayers last night and I asked for true happiness. And I woke up this morning and here you were!"

"Oh, give it fuckin' rest!" Ty groaned.

"Yeah, it was chuck-worthy, eh?"

"Last night, eh? You're a great fuck!"

"I know."

"You give great head too."

"You don't."

"Excuse me? I so do!"

"Well, I need to pee, but then I'm prepared to give you another chance!"

"What? Put my money where my mouth is?"

"No! Put your mouth where my cock is." As I padded to the bathroom, I mumbled loud enough for him to hear, "fuck you're thick sometimes. Gorgeous, but thick …"

When I returned to bed, hard as a rock, Ty was grinning. "You don't expect me to suck that dirty little thing do you? You just peed out of it!"

I looked at him. "Yeah, you're going to suck it. You're going to suck it as if your life depends on it. You'll start straight away, because we have sixteen minutes until the old guy knocks on the door. He'll have food and the food will win."

I walked to the side of the bed and put my hand behind Ty's head. As I pulled him towards me, I said, "So, if you wouldn't mind …"

He's a good boy, Ty. Does what he's told. He sucked it, and he sucked it very, very well. I was lying on my back, panting, when the rap came on the door. George walked in with a breakfast tray, which he placed on Ty's side of the bed instead of the middle as he usually did. He then walked around to my side and offered me a glass of water and a pill, likely a Panadol. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows.

"I was about to deliver breakfast five minutes ago, sir," he said, straight-faced. "From the hallway it sounded like you were in pain, so I brought you something to take the pain away."

"Very funny, George," I chuckled. "I already have something to take the pain away and right now he's eating his breakfast, as well as mine …"

Ty cut in. "Nice grub, George!"

"He's a Hill, sir," George reassured. "There's no filling them!"

"Now that's where you're wrong, Georgy Boy!" I smirked. "I know how to fill him! Now go away. Clean things. Earn your keep!"

"Very good sir," George said, and as he walked away he sang under his breath, " Body all achin' and wracked with pain … Tote that barge! Lift that bale! …"

"Hey!" Ty piped up. "That's 'Ol Man River'! I sang that once in a school play when I was about 15!"

"Hmmm," I grinned. "Tyson the schoolboy? Still got your school uniform?"

Ty smirked. "I reckon Mum probably kept it. All my report cards, too."

"Straight A's?"

"Nah, B's and C's, but the teachers always said I was well behaved in class and a pleasure to teach!"

"Yeah, that just means you were a suck!"

"You said I wasn't a good suck though."

"Nah, I changed my mind."

"Good. I'm glad we got that one sorted!"

"Where are the boys, do you think?"

"They'd have had a late one, watching movies. They're probably sleeping in. That means there's time for you to tell me about your family."

I sighed. "You really want to know?"

"Of course I do! It's weird you knowing my family the way you do and I don't know anything about yours."

For the next twenty minutes, I filled him in on the Stewarts of Melbourne. Mine was a privileged upbringing, in that there was no shortage of money, but our family was dysfunctional. My father, Doug, now 63, ran a furniture importing business; he was one of the first Australians to start selling authentic Balinese furniture in Melbourne, which meant he was often away from home. My mother, Yvonne, now 60, was a social butterfly; she enjoyed spending money and spent most of her time at parties and fundraising events that were often just excuses to buy new clothes and accessories. Mum made sure we had everything we needed materially, but emotionally, she was detached.

I was always close to my older sister Lynette, who recently turned 36. She was the protective big sis, always looking out for me when we were younger. That caring nature led her naturally into a career in nursing, which she'd devoted herself to ever since. She was 25 when she married Tom, a loveable, happy-go-lucky carpenter who became my surrogate big brother. I loved Tom and Tom got along with everyone. The problem was, he got along with other women just a bit too well. He couldn't seem to keep it in his pants.

He and Lynette tried, unsuccessfully, to conceive. You can only imagine Lynette's hurt when it turned out he'd managed to knock up a 20-year-old girl whose house he'd been working on.

Their marriage fell apart five years later and within six months, Mum and Dad had also called it quits. Mum and Lynette have remained single, while Dad met and married a nice woman named Kitty and they now lived in New Zealand.

Dad and I have remained close, although we stay in touch mostly by email. My relationship with Mum is not quite so close. It's useful for her to be able to tell her friends about her son, the successful lawyer, and she's never shy about asking for free legal advice. However, she's always had a problem with my being gay. According to her, it's all my father's fault, because he was not around enough to teach me what being a man is all about. Mental picture? Think Charlie and Alan's mother Evelyn in Two And A Half Men, with even more jewellery.

I sighed again. Then there's Steve. He and I were as close as brothers can be when we were younger, but in his early teens he was struggling academically and coped by falling in with the wrong crowd at school. If there was trouble to be had, Steve found it. He was suspended, then expelled, and moved from one private school to another, always in the hope that he'd turn a corner. He never did.

So it continued. Dad encouraged - and helped pay for - my university education, and he paid for additional tutoring to enable me to complete my degree. A few years later, Dad gave Steve the same financial support when he went to Uni. As we later learned, Steve seldom attended lectures and squandered most of the money Dad gave him on what had become his great passions - women and drugs.

He dropped out of Uni and, with no means of support, ended up on my doorstep in the first year of my internship. I was so engrossed in carving my career that I didn't realise, until it was too late, that Steve was using my apartment as a base for his drug-dealing. It was only when I was robbed that I woke up to the fact that something wasn't quite right. Steve wasn't home when I was burgled and he was very cooperative with the police. Imagine my shock when the police knocked on my door with an arrest warrant for my brother. Not only was he the one who'd taken my things and pawned them for drug money, but he'd been linked to a couple of break-and-enters in the neighbourhood.

The police pressed charges and Steve was given a twelve month suspended sentence, which meant if he didn't break the law again in that period, the sentence would be dismissed. I couldn't bring myself to have him live me with again, so Lynette took him in. Needless to say, within two months, he'd starting selling her jewellery and he was arrested during a drug bust in St. Kilda. Back to court he went, and this time he copped a six month jail term.

When he was finally released, he turned up on my doorstep, but I stuck by my decision not to have him live with me. I did cover the cost of a room for him in a boarding house in Elwood, on the understanding that he would look for work. Elwood's proximity to St. Kilda was too much of a temptation for him and the next time I met up with him, I could tell immediately that he was using again.

I paid for him to go into rehab, believing he might just make an effort to clean up his act. Within a month, it was discovered he was screwing one of the girls doing the program with him and he was no longer welcome there. A new tenant had taken over his digs and as neither Mum nor Lynette were prepared to put him up, he returned to my place after agreeing to every condition I imposed.

For a while, things felt settled. While Steve made no attempt to get work, I saw no evidence of drug use. While I was sure he was having sex regularly, I was fairly certain it wasn't under my roof. He started asking me to "lend" him money, claiming his welfare payments couldn't cover his basic needs. I loaned him constant small amounts, but when I finally reminded him that he owed me almost $2000, he started getting hostile. He claimed that I had a duty of care to him because we were brothers and alleged that Dad had always favoured me. I'd been born with a silver spoon in my mouth, while he'd had to struggle all his life.

It became a cycle; pleas for money, hostility when he was refused, verbal abuse at the slightest provocation. He began making snide remarks about my sexuality and his outbursts became so out of control that several times he broke things. When his temper turned to physical violence, he had to go.

He somehow managed to wheedle a few thousand dollars out of Dad and as long as that lasted, I didn't hear from him. It was obviously running out just before I moved to Sydney, because he was suddenly in touch again. Rather than go through all the unpleasantness again, I wrote him a cheque for $5,000.

All the time I was relaying these details, Ty was resting with his head on my chest, stroking my arms. He was quiet for a while before he spoke.

"Well, he called you for your birthday," he said. "Perhaps he just wants to make amends?"

"I know him too well to believe that, mate," I replied. "I'd say the money's run out. He hasn't acknowledged my birthday since we were kids. In fact, it was probably mum who reminded him of the date."

"So, are you going to see him while he's in Sydney?"

"I guess I'll have to. He'll keep the pressure on, until I do."

"Can I meet him?"

"Mate, I don't think that's wise," I suggested. "You are who you are. I know Steve and he'll think he's got something over me if he finds out about you."

"Damn," sighed Ty.

"Mind you, there is a way it might work …"

I was about to explain my thought to Ty when the bedroom door opened and the sleepy form of Lachlan appeared, again wearing his stretch boxers and tee shirt.

"You guys had breakfast already?" he asked, yawning.

"We couldn't wait for you tossers to wake up!" Ty chuckled.

"Yeah, there were two great thrillers, back to back, on the movie channel," Lachlan enthused. "We watched 'em both. We didn't get to bed til about three."

The door suddenly opened wider and a boxer clad Scott scurried in. "Hey!" he greeted, before sliding into bed beside me. "Got any food?"

"Nah, we were able to eat in peace today!" I laughed.

"Lachie and Simon got bigger breakfasts than me!"

"That's because ..."

The others joined me in the chorus.

" ... George hates you, mate!"

Lachlan stepped aside as Simon strolled in, he too wearing boxers and a tee.

"Good morning, guys," he smiled, and we returned the greeting.

"I'd invite you to get in the other side of the bed," Scott snickered, "but Mike and Ty don't have anything on. It's disgusting if you ask me!"

"Nobody asked you, asshole!" Ty laughed.

"So, what's on for the weekend, guys?" Lachlan asked.

"Well," Ty replied, "Not sure what you and the kiddies are doing today, but my hot lawyer and I are gonna stay in bed. We've got some catching up to do."

"Ewwww," Scott giggled. "Hey, what's the difference between a lawyer and God?"

"What?" Ty asked.

"God doesn't think he's a lawyer!"

I slapped Scott across the back of the head. "Speaking of God," I said. "It might be nice if we all went to Church tomorrow?"

The collective groan made me smile.

"Good onya, Dad!" Lachlan chuckled.

"I won't be going to Church," Scott assured me, "but I do plan on spending time on my knees, worshipping!"

I slapped him again. "That's two slaps," I warned. "It's a spanking next time, so I'd quit while you're ahead!"

Scott made an exaggerated 'victim' sigh and threw back the covers, leaving me exposed as he jumped out of bed.

"Asshole!" Ty grumbled, as he pulled the doona back over me.

"Hey, that's a cute little cock!" Lachlan guffawed.

"Fuck off!" Ty groaned. "Close the door behind you."

Alone again, Ty turned to me and pulled me into his arms. "Now, where the fuck were we? …"

"Did your brother say my cock was little?"

"Yeah," he grinned, as he reached down and groped the goods. "It won't be for long, though …"

* * *

Ty had more "catching up" to do than I expected; not that I was complaining. We stayed in bed much of the weekend, in fact. We emerged for meals, but stayed in boxers and tees. Once or twice we played pool or had a beer with the guys, but sooner or later, Ty would drag me back to our bedroom. Boxers and tees were quickly discarded and one of us would be deep inside the other within minutes.

The sex ran the gamut from tender and passionate lovemaking to wild, animalistic rutting. Between times, we would lie together, talking and kissing, then talking some more, often verbalising how much we loved one another. Sometimes, a particularly energetic bout of fucking would drain Ty and in the afterglow, he'd nod off. I was able to lie and watch him sleep, his handsome face flushed with contentment. For me, this was perfect happiness, and I was reminded many times of the feelings I experienced waking up in Ty's bed on Bedarra Island, the morning after the night we made love for the first time.

Eventually, Ty would wake from his light sleep and catch me lost in my fascination. He'd smirk and snuggle in to me. He'd kiss me softly, cup my balls in his hand, and the whole cycle would begin anew.

On Sunday morning, George delivered not only our breakfast, but three cute guys in underwear, and we chuckled our way through the obvious one-liners from Lachlan, Scott, and even Simon, who was now comfortable enough around Scott's brothers to join in on jibes.

George didn't bat an eye when he returned to fetch the tray and found Scott and Lachlan in bed with us, and Simon sprawled across the end of the bed. George set about picking up our discarded boxers and tee shirts, which were bound for the laundry.

"I guess you'll want to wash our sheets today, George?" Ty asked.

"Not likely, sir!" George retorted. "Get one more night out of them and I'll burn them tomorrow!"

The day got underway when Lachlan took Scott and Simon around the Sydney car yards, looking for a suitable first car for Scott. George took advantage of an almost empty house to clean, mop, and wash. Ty and me? We kissed and cuddled, kissed and talked, kissed and fucked.

In the early hours of Monday, I woke with a raging thirst. I stumbled out to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and on my return trip I noticed strange patterns on the wall outside Scott's room. Wondering vaguely whether it might be fire, I wandered down the hallway and realised quickly that Scott's door was ajar and the shadows were caused by a dim lava lamp that was switched on in the room. From the darkness of the hallway, I could see the full length mirror in the corner of the room. In its reflection, I saw Scott's bare ass flexing as he thrust in and out of a writhing Simon beneath him. The surprise was hearing the loudly whispered filth that spewed from Simon's mouth as he was being fucked.

The other surprise was noticing how like Ty, Scott was, when he was "on the job". I tore myself away from their private moment and by the time I climbed back into bed with a raging cock, Ty was waking to a surprise of his own.

Come Monday morning, the household was ready to slip into a normal routine again. I reluctantly dragged myself away from Ty and went to work. With the pressure of the tour off him, Ty spent much of his time in his music room, working on songs. Scott and Simon divided their time between looking at cars and visiting travel agents to try and map out an itinerary for their overseas travel.

On Tuesday night, Ellie returned to the house, after sitting a Uni exam the previous day and she and Lachlan stayed locked in his room until Friday, when she returned home again to swat up for her final exam the following week.

I enjoyed watching the surprise on Ellie's face when she met Ty and realised who Lachlan's brother was. It reminded me of the time I opened my penthouse door at Grand Apartments to find that Scott's older brother, who I believed was a wannabe rock star, was actually Tyson Hill. The look on her face was worth a million bucks. I enjoyed it almost as much as I enjoyed seeing Lachlan's face light up every time Ellie turned up. The boy was so smitten!

I was relieved that Ty liked Ellie. I could tell he was dubious at first, but over three days, they found their groove. Although Ellie certainly knew who Ty was, she admitted to not having either of his albums and to never having seen his concerts. She even confessed that the last time he was performing on night-time television, she turned it off before he sang!

It amused me that this actually made Ty laugh. He was suddenly relaxed around her, and several times I found them engrossed in conversation. As well as her knowledge of agricultural science, Ellie was musically adept, having studied classical piano in her teen years. And, to seal the deal, her favourite singer was Leonard Cohen. If Ty was straight, she might have been in trouble!

My work week was busy. Between briefings and two court appearances, I managed to gather all the information I felt was necessary for Ty to make a decision on the Stanthorpe property he was hoping to buy. We discussed it and Ty suggested that we make a weekend trip, to see Dot and Frank and to check out the house at the same time.

I managed to avoid speaking to Steve, who was arriving in Sydney at the weekend, hoping to "catch up" for my birthday. He rang often enough, but always got my message bank. Luck ensured that every time I returned the call, I got his. I was just shuffling deckchairs on the Titanic …

On Friday, Ty told me he'd organised something low-key for my birthday the following day, and asked me to pack what I might need for a weekend away. Because I hadn't wanted a fuss, I pressed him for details until I finally wore him down. We were staying at the Four Seasons Hotel in the heart of the city. Nice! We would have a little time completely on our own. It was only then that I realised that the idea I'd had, of fulfilling my family obligation and letting Ty meet my brother, might actually work. I talked it through with him and he was happy with the plan.

On Saturday morning, I woke alone in bed and was just about to get up and go searching for my guy when the door opened and Ty, Lachlan, Scott, Simon, and Ellie walked in carrying a candlelit muffin and singing 'happy birthday'!

Ty presented me with the lopsided muffin and proudly announced, "I made it!"

"Like, Mike can't half tell!" laughed Lachlan. "Man, you can't cook for shit!"

"Neither can you, asshole!" chuckled Ty. "I made it with love!"

"Yeah, and you forgot most of the other ingredients!"

I removed the candle and took a bite. I tried to look as though it was the best thing I'd ever eaten, but I didn't fool anybody.

"OK, so I'm a lousy cook, but I'm great in the sack!"

"No argument from me on that score!" I grinned. "So, what's for breakfast?"

"George and I are making a birthday breakfast," Ellie smiled. "Eggs Benedict and French toast with maple syrup. It should be ready in an hour."

"OK, guys," announced Ty. "Let's hit the sand and do some running. I've gotta get Birthday Boy here nice and energised for the evening ahead!"

"Ewww!" said Scott, screwing up his nose. "Does that mean what I think it means?"

"It means we'll be having a late night, asshole!" Ty replied. "I want Mike to be awake!"

Once the room had cleared, Ty gave me a long, lingering birthday kiss and from the wardrobe, tossed me a pair of shorts, and a tee shirt. We boys all took to the beach for a good run, returning just in time for the hot breakfast that George had prepared, with possibly unwanted help from Ellie. I found a moment to ask him if he was OK with Ellie being hands-on in the hitherto all male household.

"Oh, yes, sir," George assured me. "She's not a great cook, but she knows a lot about food! She's nice to be around. You know, for a girl …"

"I know!" I smirked. "I like her too and I think Lachlan's in love!"

"Yes, he certainly seems to be enjoying being back on top of things!"

We joined the guys and Ellie on the balcony for a spectacular breakfast, washed down with cups of tea from George's teapot. Back in the bedroom, Ty showered and dressed while I packed a small suitcase for our weekend away. When Ty began adding his own clothes, I had a shave and shower. By eleven thirty, we were ready to go.

Check-in wasn't until 2:00p.m., so Ty was taking me out for lunch first. We said our goodbyes and after a hug from everyone, we were on our way.

Ty pulled up in Reservoir Street, Surry Hills, and we walked a short distance to a cute little Thai restaurant called Sugarcane. Once seated, Ty ordered wine while we checked the menu. I was happy to leave the selection to Ty, who was more knowledgeable of Thai cuisine than I. We shared a crispy pork salad with sweet corn chili lime dressing, and stir fried prawns, followed by an amazing dessert of sticky rice with grilled banana and cream.

Just after two, we rocked up at the Four Seasons, and as always, Ty stayed in the basement car park while I checked in. I sent our bags ahead with a porter and had a glass of wine while I waited for him to return. I then stood near the lifts to text Ty. I waited until the lift came from the basement before stepping in and joining him. He pushed the button for the 34^th floor and I wanted to kiss him, but I was aware of the CC camera in the corner of the lift ceiling.

We stopped outside double doors marked 'Presidential Suite' and when he swiped his card and opened the doors, I almost stopped breathing. The suite was huge and from floor to ceiling windows we had the most magnificent views of Sydney Harbour.

I walked in and wandered around, dazzled by the opulence. The lounge room, which occupied the entire northeast corner of the suite, was enormous, with a massive television, a Bose sound system, and a beautiful grand piano. A separate dining room with Opera House views seated ten around a rectangular table and had an adjoining kitchenette.

The master bedroom featured a four-poster king bed with a linen canopy, another large screen TV, and harbour views over Circular Quay. Off the bedroom was a luxurious bathroom with a marble spa to seat up to eight people, two vanities, and a separate shower. There was also a second bedroom and bathroom and, off the entry vestibule, a guest powder room.

While I stood shaking my head, Ty steered me back to the lounge room, where a bottle of Cristal champagne was resting in a bucket of ice. He popped the cork and poured two glasses and, as we sipped the bubbles looking out over the water, he kissed me. "Happy birthday, mate!" he grinned.

"Ty, this is fucking awesome!" was all I could manage.

"Nah, you're fucking awesome!" he replied. "Let's get comfy".

As I stood with champagne in hand, Ty started unbuttoning my shirt. Once he had that off, he unbuckled my belt while I kicked my shoes off. By the time he'd pulled my pants down, my cock was straining in the confines of my boxer shorts.

Ty sank to his knees, tugged my boxers down, and was almost smacked in the face by my rock hard dick. He looked up into my eyes and grinned before engulfing my prick in his silky mouth. He sucked from the base upwards, running his tongue over the head. He licked around the base again while his hands stroked my stomach before reaching around to squeeze my ass. Ty started to increase the movement of his mouth up and down my cock, as his right hand dropped to cup my nads. I wasn't going to last long this way, but try as I did to move Ty's head away, he was determined to get me off. I felt that exquisite build deep down in my balls and I was unable to stop myself sinking deeper into Ty's throat.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as the full force of my orgasm hit and I began spurting into Ty's throat. He swallowed it down, except for the last spurt, which hit his cheek and mouth before running down his chin. Although I felt my knees were going to give way, I reached down and pulled Ty to his feet. I licked Ty's chin and lips before pushing my tongue into his mouth and kissing him deeply.

When I pulled away from him, I got his goofy grin. I pushed him down on one of the plush couches, undid his pants, and literally pulled them off him, before returning the favour. Like me, he was on a hair trigger and it only took a few minutes before he unloaded in my mouth.

"Man, that was good!" he panted as he lay back into the cushions, his legs lewdly spread. "That was just for starters though!"

"If this is what birthdays are all about, then I'm all for them!" I chuckled. "Man, will you look at that view?"

"Isn't it strange that nobody's called you to wish you a happy birthday?" Ty asked suddenly.

"Well … I dunno," I hesitated. "I think my phone's off."

"Well, switch it on, mate. It's your big day!"

I grabbed my mobile and fired it up. Christ almighty! - 15 messages. A few from colleagues, my dad, my mum, my sister, Dot and Frank, Vince, Monique, and the rest were from Steve.

"Shit!" I laughed. "Everybody's rung!"

"Well, ring 'em all back now, mate!" Ty replied. "I want you all to myself later on …"

I put on a bathrobe and started returning the calls in the order they'd come in. My colleagues - naturally - had their voicemail switched on, so they were easy. Dad was great, Mum was over-the-top, Lynette was cool, and Dot and Frank's call was fantastic; I was left in no doubt that I was considered part of the Hill family.

Vince and I traded insults and, of course, he finished his call by warning me that all homosexuals rot in Hell when they die. It was nice that Monique remembered my birthday. I was surprised when she automatically assumed that I was with Ty.

"Why would I be?" I asked, a little defensively.

"Why wouldn't you be?" she chuckled. "You're Humpty and Dumpty. Joined at the hip. I love it!"

She knew! Well, maybe she knew. Either way, she seemed OK with it.

I got through all the calls and was left with Steve. I took a deep breath and pressed "call".

"Yo, bro!" came the expected greeting.

"Hey, Steve," I sighed.

"So, like, happy birthday! Feels like you've been avoiding me."

"Thanks. No, just been a bit busy."

"Not too busy to see your baby brother, I hope? I'm staying in the city. Maybe I can come to your joint?"

"I'm busy tonight, Steve," I sighed. "Maybe lunch tomorrow?"

"Dude, that sounds good!" he enthused. "Where?"

"Kables at the Four Seasons? Midday?"

"Oh, up-market as always," Steve seethed. "I guess you'll be paying?"

"Don't I always?"

"No need to be like that, big bro. You're the one who got all the breaks. We can sit on the beach and have fish and chips if you like. I'll bring a spliff."

So, nothing had changed. "No, Kables at the Four Seasons at midday. My shout," I replied.

"You got it!" he responded. "I'm lookin' forward to seeing you, Mikey!"

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to seeing you too, Steve," I said.

As I hung up, I could see, across the Suite, Ty talking with one of his brothers; he was laughing and trading insults. I envied him. Those Hill boys, they had something special …

* * *

Late afternoon, Ty maneuvered me into our king-sized bed and while we fooled around a bit, kissing and playing with each other's cocks, it wasn't serious foreplay. We talked as we fondled and, every now and again, I noticed Ty glancing at the clock on the bedside table. At five o'clock, our doorbell rang. Ty leapt out of bed and threw his dressing gown on.

"You've gotta stay here," he instructed. "No opening the doors."

He closed the bedroom doors and a few minutes later, I heard footsteps and voices and some general clatter. Half an hour passed before Ty returned to our room and slid back into bed with me.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Never you mind, mate!" he grinned.

"Who was at the door?"

"The police."

"Why?"

"They came to arrest you."

"What?"

"Yeah, something about complaints they'd received about some hot guy on the 34^th floor buck naked in front of the window, getting his dick sucked!"

I smirked. "What was the charge?"

"Being in possession of a weapon, with intent to do serious bodily harm. It's OK though, I talked 'em out of it."

"Seriously, who was at the door?"

Ty leaned over and kissed me gently. "You ask too many questions."

"I'm a lawyer," I said, "that's what we do."

"I'm a dirty boy and this is what we do," he replied, as he kissed me again and took my cock in his hand. He had me rock hard in no time, but before I could do anything with it, the doorbell rang again.

"OK, this time you can get it," he grinned.

He got out of bed, put on his robe, and handed me mine. "Go on!" he urged.

The front of my robe was tented obscenely as I padded to the door. Standing behind it to hide my condition, I opened it and was greeted by Lachlan, Scott, and Simon!

"Happy birthday!" they chorused.

"Hey guys! Come on in!" I beamed, standing back.

There was much hugging and backslapping as the boys came in, and much mirth when Lachlan guffawed "Mike's got a stiffy!"

I laughed as I tried to hide it. "It's your brother's fault. He keeps playing with it …"

Ty made a show of grabbing for it as he handed out beers from a dresser that was now laden with alcohol. It was then that I realised the dining room table had been formally set for six. So, that's who was at the door!

"Is Ellie joining us?" I asked Lachlan.

"Nah, mate," he smiled. "She was already committed to seeing a show with her sister, so it's just us boys!"

"Who's the sixth seat for?"

"George is coming later," Scott piped up.

Ty disappeared into the bathroom as I gave the guys a guided tour of the Presidential Suite. We all agreed that sunset over Sydney Harbour was one of God's blessings.

"This suite is almost as big as Mum and Dad's whole place!" Scott said.

When we returned to the lounge, Ty was ready with more beer and, in an instant, Scott and Lachlan were all over the platter of cheese, fruit, and crackers that Ty had unwrapped.

While the snacks disappeared, Ty went into the bedroom and came back with three more robes and handed them out. "Might as well get comfy, guys!"

The boys all stood and started to undress. Once they were naked, the three of them donned the robes and we all lay about on couches, drinking beer and 'hangin' shit'.

After one last trip to the bathroom, Ty returned and announced, "Time for the Jacuzzi, fellas!"

There were whoops and hollers as we all piled into the dimly lit master bathroom, discarded our robes, and hopped into the bubbling tub.

"Glad to see that thing's gone down!" Scott giggled as he splashed water over me. I splashed him back and that started a chain reaction with everyone flicking water at the person opposite.

Ty shifted along the seat until he was sitting right next to me. He leaned in and kissed me to a round of, "aww, shucks" from the boys. Beneath the bubbles and out of sight, his hand jiggled my balls. Lying back, I moved my hand so that I could stroke his hardening cock.

Opposite us, I just knew Scott and Simon were doing the same thing, although they were pretending that nothing was going on.

Lachlan looked bemused. "I don't think I wanna know what's happening under those bubbles, do I?" he chuckled.

Over the laughter, we heard the doorbell ring. We looked at one another.

"That'll be George," said Ty. "I can't get it, I've got a boner!"

"So have I," I laughed.

"Same here!" laughed Simon.

"Me too!" giggled Scott. "See!" he added, as he stood and proudly showed us his erection.

Lachlan rolled his eyes. "That's disgusting, asshole!" he smirked, as he threw a face washer at Scott's hard cock and we laughed when it draped over his pride and joy.

"Hey!" laughed Simon. "If we'd thought to bring rings, we could've played quoits!"

Scott slid back into the water as the doorbell rang again. "Guess it has to be me then," Lachlan sighed as he stood to get out of the tub.

As he turned away from us, I said to Ty, "He's got a great ass, don't you think?"

"Yeah, not bad for a straight boy!"

Lachlan grinned as he tied a towel around his waist and padded to the door. He returned with a fully dressed George, who took one look in the bathroom and clucked to himself. "Look at this mess!"

George set about organising food to be delivered, while we remained in the tub, roughing one another up and having fun. At seven, he appeared in the doorway and announced that dinner was ready. Ty turned off the bubbles and we all climbed out and started drying ourselves.

A few minutes later, again clad in our dressing gowns, we filed into the dining room where George had set up bain maries with the food that room service had delivered. It was a banquet. There was typical Hill brothers fare; a roast leg of pork, roast vegetables, and masses of greens. There was also a Singapore noodle dish and a chicken curry and rice.

George told us to help ourselves and, turning to me, he whispered, "you'd better be quick, sir!"

* * *

Dinner was nothing short of fantastic. Not just the great food that Ty had organised from room service for my birthday meal, but also the chance to really enjoy the experience of being with Ty and his brothers in such a relaxed setting. I never tired of watching the dynamic between the three of them, how much they loved and cared for each other. It felt special to feel a part of it. So readily had Lachlan and Scott accepted me as part of Ty's life; how quickly they - and their parents - had included me in their family. It was also special to be able to share the moment with Simon, whom I'd grown so fond of, and dear George.

Of course, throughout dinner the Hills hung shit on one another, called each other names and slapped each other about. At any one time, two of them would gang up on the other. Yet in their eyes - and obviously in their hearts - there was that unbreakable bond.

We laughed our way through almost all the food, as well as three or four bottles of wine. For dessert, George produced a massive birthday cake he'd made at home as soon as Ty and I had left for the hotel. He clearly took direction from one or all of the Hill brothers; it was covered in thick, thick chocolate icing. On the top, white piping spelt out 'Happy Birthday Mikey!'

"It originally said just 'Happy Birthday Mike'," said Ty, "until some asshole came along and added a 'y'!"

George lit the candles, everybody sang happy birthday in lusty fashion, and the highlight of my evening so far was watching how quickly my birthday cake disappeared into the stomachs of Ty, Lachlan, and Scott Hill!

Once all the food was gone, we moved into the lounge room, where George served coffee. Scott picked up the remote control and was about to switch on the large screen TV, when Lachlan reached over and grabbed it from him.

"We'd better get our asses into gear, guys," he said.

Scott looked at him in bewilderment. "But it's only, like, 10 o'clock!" he said.

"Yes, and like, it's Mike's birthday. I think maybe he and Ty might appreciate some alone time." Lachlan hinted.

"But they have heaps of time together," Scott pouted. "They've had all day for a start …"

"Come on, asshole," Lachlan chuckled. "Get dressed!"

Lachlan stood, dropped his robe, and padded over to the couch, where all the clothes were left. Simon followed and he too began putting his clothes on. They were both almost dressed when Scott sighed, stood, took his robe off, and grabbed his clothes. He started dressing, but not before he'd mooned Ty and I.

"When you do that, Scott," I grinned, "I can see your brains!"

"Hey, birthday boy!" Scott giggled. "You're a funny guy!"

By the time the guys had dressed, George had cleared the table, stacked the dishes and emptied the bain maries, ready for room service to simply walk in and wheel them out in the morning.

"Guys, it's great you shared my birthday with me!" I grinned.

"Hey, free food, Mike!" Lachlan laughed, giving me a strong hug. "Enjoy the rest of your night!"

In turn, I got a hug from Scott, Simon, and George, before we walked them to the door. As we said goodnight, Ty kissed Scott and Lachlan. "I love you guys," he grinned. "You're assholes, but I love ya!"

George put on his puppy-dog face. "Yes, I love you too, old man," Ty chuckled, as he kissed George on the cheek, and then kissed Simon. "You too, mate."

A few high-fives later and the door finally closed, leaving Ty and me alone.

I turned from the door and was about to walk back to the lounge, but Ty was right behind me. He smirked at me, held out his hand, and pulled my face to his. Our noses almost touched as he looked into my eyes. "I love you, mate," he said softly.

"You just wanna get me into bed!" I chuckled.

"No, really, Mike," he said. "I really love you. You're just …"

I went to speak but Ty covered my mouth and gave me another of his breathtaking kisses. When we moved apart, he directed me to the lounge room and had me sit on a couch. He poured us each a glass of wine, handed one to me, and placed his on the top of the grand piano.

"I'll be right back," he said as he walked into the bedroom. He returned carrying a small package, which he placed next to his wine. In front of the piano, he dropped his robe and sat naked on the stool. He cracked his fingers, played an arpeggio to check that the instrument was correctly tuned, and said quietly, "This is for you …"

He began playing some unfamiliar chords and, when he got to the verse, he began to sing …

"That day when you opened your door
You opened the door to my heart
I remember the moment so clearly
Mate, I loved you, right from the start …"

I could feel tears welling in my eyes. This must have been what he'd spent so long working on these past few days, a song for me. Not a 'veiled' declaration of love, like 'Until You Came Along' had to be, but a fair dinkum love song from deep inside him.

"When I told you I loved you that day
Those words I wanted to say …"

A tear rolled down the side of my face as he finished the song. "It's beautiful, Ty," I said softly. "It's just … beautiful."

He smiled and handed me the gift-wrapped package. I opened it and found a CD of the song in a magnificently decorated jewel case. 'Right from the Start [Mike's Song]; Words & Music by Tyson Hill'.

"It was a group effort," he said proudly. "George paid for the recording session, I did the lead vocal, Lachie and Scotty did backing vocals, and Simon did the artwork!"

I was almost lost for words. "Mate, this is THE best thing anyone's ever done for me!"

Ty leaned forward on the piano stool and said, "It's pretty much the least I could do for the guy I love."

"I love you, too, Ty," I smiled. "You'll never know how much."

With that, Ty walked over to the couch, leaned down, and kissed me again. "There's something I want you to do for me now," he said seriously.

"What, mate?"

He took my hand and pulled me to my feet, and then turned towards the bedroom.

"I want you to fuck me 'til my fillings fall out …"