Alec burst out laughing. Wilson, revved-up by the response, did a mini self-congratulatory victory dance.
"You see?" Demarco pointed. "This is what I'm living with."
Alec held his hand out and Wilson high-fived him. "Wilson, you're hilarious."
"Yeah... and he knows it," Demarco added.
"Like father, like son."
Tyler and Jack took the boys' clothes over to the fireplace to dry.
"What are you watching?" asked Tommy.
"Liaison," Demarco said with a clipped whisper, doing his best Céline Dion.
"Again?!" both boys exclaimed.
"These guys haven't seen it."
"Can we play video games?"
"Sure," said Tyler. "There's a TV in our bedroom. Knock yourself out."
The boys high-tailed it to the back of the house and the four men resumed their spots for watching the TV pilot. Alec hitplayon the remote again.
Boris and T.K. are sitting at the bar, chatting it up with a hot-toddy bartender.
Demarco whispered to Alec, "Mac was way cuter."
"Yeah, I was thinking the same."
"Hey! I'm sitting right here," said Tyler.
Boris removes his buzzing phone while conversing with T.K. and the bartender. "It's Rex," he says. "I gotta go." T.K. and the bartender wave as he exits. A remix ofShe Works Hard for the Moneyis playing in the background.
Cut to: Boris walking down Embassy Row. He is passing the spotlighted international flags of various embassies. He stops at Saudi Arabia and climbs the steps to the building. He is met at the door by a Secret Service agent. Boris whispers the password,"Sapphire,"and he is admitted. Inside, is an exclusive party with foreign dignitaries and DC political big-wigs. Across the room, he sees a gorgeous Saudi man that signals him to follow. He is intercepted by a sleazy southern senator named Jasper who fawns all over him. Boris sends the senator away for a drink then quickly follows the Saudi man down a long hallway. Soon, they arrive at a room guarded by another Secret Service agent... a very handsome Secret Service agent.
"Wow," Tyler said. "Is that you, Jack?"
"His name is Ty Folsom," said Demarco. "He's Canadian andwayhot."
Jack scoffed. "He's shorter than me."
Boris enters the room after lingering eye-contact with the Secret Service agent. The Saudi man is waiting for him by the bed. The man removes his Keffiyeh and gives Boris a passionate kiss.
"Is he someone famous too?" Tyler asked.
"No, not him," said Demarco.
The Saudi man turns to a briefcase on the bed and opens it. It is lined in black velvet... and in it are handcuffs, a whip, stainless steel cock-rings, lube, a dildo, and an array of other high-end sex toys.
"Wonder how he got that through TSA?" Alec quipped.
Jack laughed. "They have private planes."
The man reaches for the handcuffs, holds them out to Boris, but Boris holds up the whip with a searing grin. The sexual tension is palpable. The Saudi man crosses to the windows to close the curtains. As he reaches up to do so, there is the tinkling sound of glass being pierced by a silenced bullet. A blossom of blood appears on the back of the man's white thawb.
"Wow. He didn't have a single line," said Alec.
