ATF Universe
It was a pleasant morning; Buck showed Ezra the island's principal attractions including Hemingway's house and - to Ezra's surprise - the cemetery. Ezra liked the epitaph on one tombstone, which read 'I told you I was sick'. He decided his would be; 'Nathan said I was sick'. At lunchtime, with clear reluctance, Buck led them to the bar his mother owned. It was on a side road, just off Duval Street. The building stood back from the street a little way, and the space in front of it was filled with tables sheltering under shady trees and umbrellas. The sign above the large open doors read, 'OT's Bar and Grill'. Ezra had noticed the Stars and Stripes flying from one corner of the building, what he failed to notice was the flag flying from the other side. Many of the outside tables were already full and waiters in black pants and tight white tee shits were moving smoothly to and fro. Inside the decor was simple, polished hard wood floors, brass fittings, photos of old movie stars decorated the walls. It was lively and if not heaving, busy."Oh Ez, no one here knows we're related - me and Bel - okay?" Buck hissed.
"Understood."
"BUCK!" Bel's voice cut across the crowded room.
"Hi Bel," he greeted, giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek, once she reached him.
"Come on, I saved you a table outside."
They had only been sitting there a few minutes, still perusing the menu when a dark haired man about Ezra's age came up to them.
"Buck, long time no see, handsome," he greeted.
"Rick," Buck greeted.
Rick stood back a bit and surveyed him. "You're not looking so good pal, you need to get down here more often." Suddenly he noticed Ezra. "Hello." He extended a hand. "I'm Rick, the manager."
"Ezra Standish."
Rick looked from Ezra to Buck and back. "Damn it Buck," he exclaimed in a voice full of mock hurt. "You always said you'd wait for me."
Buck grinned despite himself. "I did no such thing. Now, since you´re here you can take our order."
Once they had ordered Ezra leaned in closer to Buck. "What was that all about?"
"What was what all about?"
"You, this Rick person, what he said."
"Rick is a very good manager, he and I have known each other for a number of years, he's always flirted with me and he seems to think we - you and me - are a couple. Got it all now, Slick?"
It came out easily, lots of amusement in the voice that was smooth with his usual charm, but inside Buck was terrified that he had just said too much, that Ezra would be offended, possibly even leave.
"A couple?" Ezra asked, finally taking in the large number of all male couples at the tables and the rainbow flag flying from one corner of the building. "Your M…"
"Careful."
"Bel," Ezra corrected, "…owns a gay bar?"
"Not exclusively gay, we don't really have the straight/gay division here that much but most of the customers are gay - yes. It's one of the best known and very profitable it is too."
"So everyone here thinks we are a couple?"
"Yup, I reckon they do - does that bother you? We can leave if you want."
"Bel would be mighty offended if we did, and besides, if it doesn't bother you it doesn´t bother me."
Ezra put on his best 'neutral' face, desperate not to let Buck know just how at excited he was. Here he was with the object of his desire, in a mostly gay bar - a bar owned by said object of desire's mother - and he wasn't bothered that the patrons all assumed they were together. As fantasy fulfilment went, it wasn't bad.
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The long morning of riding, exploring, and a huge meal had left Buck in desperate need of a rest, so - the lunch time rush over - all three headed back to the house. Since she was walking, Bel arrived some twenty minutes after the men. Buck was already asleep, having crashed out on his bed almost as soon as he pulled his shoes off.
Ezra was exploring the garden, watched all the time by Bandit, but returned to the pool area when Bel came out onto the deck. She sat down on the edge of the pool and dangled her feet in the water. Leaning back on outstretched arms, she turned her face to the sun.
"This is the life," she sighed.
"Indeed, it has a distinct appeal."
"But not for you or my son." She looked up at him, eyes squinting into the sun. "You would get bored too fast. But you are always welcome to visit, de-stress."
"Oh I think could adapt." He slipped off his borrowed footwear and joined her by the pool, relishing the cooling water as it enclosed his feet and lower legs.
"No I don't think so, for all your love of the good life and apparent laziness, you are not one of the idle rich. If you were, you wouldn't be a federal agent - would you?"
Ezra looked at her sideways at her. Clearly Buck really had told her a lot about his friends. He could try and deny it, but somehow there seemed little point. He was still musing on this when he realised she was still speaking.
"Life is short Mr Standish, you have to live it as it happens, there's no point hanging on for something better."
Better? There is no one better than Buck. How could you think that of your son? But even as he silently fumed she was still speaking.
"Nor is there any point longing for something you can't ever have - but…" Suddenly she had his full attention. "You shouldn't ever give up a dream, unless you are one hundred per cent sure it is impossible."
Her dark brown eyes seemed to bore into Ezra. When he had arrived in Key West he had been sure - Buck was an impossible dream. Now? Now he wasn't so sure, yet somehow this new doubt was almost as bad as loving a man he could never have. For if it were true, if Buck were capable of returning his love, what then? What if Buck didn't love him? What if they had a relationship and it failed - what of Team Seven then? And if it did work, if Buck loved him as he loved Buck - what then? Was he capable of living in a permanent relationship, did he really want it? What if the sex was no good? No he dismissed that, this was Buck - all those women must know something - the sex would be great. He felt himself flush at the very thought of Buck's intimate touch.
"Are you sure Ezra? Are you absolutely sure, that what you desire, what your want more than anything, is really unattainable?" she asked.
Finally he slowly shook his head.
She reached out her hand and cupped his jaw. "Then find out, once and for all, find out if you can make the dream a reality. Buck will sleep for a good few hours yet, for what it's worth, if I was you, I'd take some time to do some serious thinking." She pulled her hand back, and he instantly missed her touch, which was warm, soft and somehow reassuring. "I am going to take a siesta, feel free to use the pool, take a walk, borrow the bike." With that she pulled her legs out of the water and strolled back into the house.
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Ezra did what he always did in a dilemma -he went shopping, retail therapy wasn't the exclusive prerogative of the female. Having walked to the main shopping district, he took a cab back to the little white house, laden down with new footwear, two Key West friendly outfits and a new jazz CD. As he walked back into the house he was greeted by Buck, same outfit, hair still sleep tousled.
"You´re back! Great, we need to go out."
"What? I only just got back."
"Sun's going down, come on, get changed if you wanna, but we don't have long."
Since going with the flow seemed to be the order of the day, Ezra quickly discarded the borrowed clothes and pulled on his new navy shorts, navy deck shoes and white, torso hugging, tee shirt. He didn't miss the appreciative look his new wardrobe received from Buck. They made good time on the bikes to Mallory Square. They watched the sun go down, strolled among the stalls, and watched some of the street performers before heading back to the house, which was empty. A note on the fridge read, 'I have to go out, won´t be back until the morning, your supper is by the pool. Enjoy yourselves boys. Bel'
Ezra wasn't sure what Buck was expecting as they stepped out on to the deck under the vine, but it wasn't the feast spread before them. The table was covered in a fine damask tablecloth; platters of food sat on beds of ice. There were fresh tiger prawns smothered in garlic butter, dip with an array of crudites and bread sticks, asparagus wrapped in pancetta, salmon mousse and smoked salmon parcels and there were oysters, opened with wedges of lemon ready and waiting. There were strawberries dipped in chocolate and Champagne chilling in a bucket. Scented candles burned all around them, emitting a soft citric sent that as well as adding to the ambience, helped to ward off any insects. The pool lights were on; sending dancing patterns of light up on to the foliage that overhung the water. More lights, hidden in the bushes, added to the effect.
"Wow," Buck breathed beside him.
"You weren't expecting this?"
"Not exactly no, supper by the pool is usually a barbecue or a sandwich, this is… something else." Buck walked up to the table and squeezed lemon juice on an oyster, before he swallowed it in one smooth motion. "Damn that´s good."
For some reason Ezra had never thought of Buck as a lover of such gourmet delights as oysters, but then he was finding out a lot of new things about the man.
Buck picked up a prawn and sucked off the butter, Ezra all but whimpered in response to this vision.
"Come on, dig in, Ma really knows how to cook, when she can be bothered that is," Buck encouraged.
They feasted, loading up plates of food and carrying them to the chairs by the pool. Ezra watched as Buck ate more oysters, loving the way the action stretched his neck and throat, emphasising how tall and lean he was. As they ate and drank, they talked. They talked about all kinds of things, Ezra felt confident enough to ask about Buck's childhood, having realised how little he knew. Little by little he learned of a childhood of poverty and constant movement, living on society's margins. What Bel, or Cindy as she was then, did to earn money wasn't mentioned, but reading between the lines Ezra worked it out. Yet despite the obvious privations, the constant thread in all Buck's stories was one of love and Ezra began to feel that he would willingly have given up his childhood of relative luxury, for just a little of the maternal love Buck had been - still was - wrapped in. Buck went back to the table for more food, and as he sat down he pulled his chair closer to Ezra.
"Here, try one." He held out a strawberry.
Ezra leaned forward to take it, feeling Buck's fingertips brush against his lips. He held the small fruit between his lips, pressing down slowly to break the rich, dark chocolate coating with an audible crack, before sucking it down. Emerald eyes were locked on Buck the whole time, watching his reaction, which was all he hoped it would be.
"Damn, is it me or is it getting hotter?" Buck exclaimed, pulling his eyes away from Ezra. "Reckon we'll get a storm soon." Suddenly he stood. "I'm gonna take a swim, you coming?"
Caught off guard, Ezra flustered.
"I, err, well, I guess, but I don't have…"
His intended protest that he had no suitable swimming trunks was cut short when Buck, already barefoot and having shed his shirt, undid his cut offs and let them drop - he wasn't wearing underwear.
"Oh shit," Ezra breathed, soft enough that Buck didn't hear him as he dived into the pool. He watched the long, lean frame cut through the water, surfacing on the far side seconds later.
"Come on in," Buck invited.
"Um." Ezra stood. "What… what about the neighbours?"
In three short strokes Buck was back across the pool, leaning on the edge, looking up at Ezra.
"What about them, they can't see anything."
Ezra looked up; the significance of the dense foliage around the garden suddenly became clear.
"Besides," Buck continued, "Most of the houses around here are empty eighty per cent of the year. So, you coming or not?" With that he pushed off from the wall and floated on his back into the middle of the pool.
Ezra just stared. Well no wonder the women keep coming back to him - damn! His mind made up, Ezra began to strip.
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Buck was beginning to think he had a chance with Ezra, and that was scary, because if he and Ezra did get it on, it couldn't be just a short fling. The longest relationship he'd spent with one man was three weeks, and that was in college. He worked with Ezra, if they began a relationship they had to be sure it was going to last. He wanted it to last, the more time he spent with Ezra, the more he wanted to be with him. He watched the suave undercover agent peel off the elegant new outfit he had only just acquired, with appreciation. He knew Ezra had a powerful physique but somehow, in the uplighting of the pool, he looked even more sculpted, his muscles even harder and when he finally got a look at the 'package' he wasn't disappointed. Sleek, smooth, perfectly proportioned and nestling in a beautiful wreath of auburn curls.
Ezra dived in, surfacing slightly to the left of him. Water cascaded from him as he shook it from his face, catching the light like so many diamonds. Buck didn't think he had ever seen a more beautiful sight. He swam the short distance to face Ezra. This was the deepest part of the pool; he could just stand on the bottom and keep his head above the water, which meant Ezra had to be on tiptoe.
"Hello," he said softly, desire all to evident in his velvet smooth voice.
Ezra visibly gulped. "Hello," he responded.
Hesitantly Buck reached out his hand; one finger extended and stroked it down the fine boned cheek before him. He all but held his breath, waiting for Ezra to pull back, to recoil, waiting for the look of horror, shock, disgust or even pity, but it didn't come.
"You mean you…?" Ezra asked.
Buck nodded.
"Yeah."
"Are we sure about this?" he asked hesitantly.
"I've known you for three years now Ezra Patrick Standish. I now about Atlanta, know it was a lot of crap, most of it thrown at you. I know about Maude. I know about your humour, your determination, your fear of being seen to be weak - like when you're sick." He turned his head to hold Ezra's gaze when he tried to look away. "I know about you're courage and loyalty and I know you're a peacock. I know that for all you say about manual labour you put in some serious time to get a bod like this." With that he moved his hand down and traced Ezra's powerful shoulders. "I'm sure about how I feel and I'm sure about wanting you and only you from now on."
"I, I …had no idea, about you, that you could feel like this, about me, about a man."
Buck took a deep breath and lifted his head toward the heavens before he looked down again. "I spent a lot of time, more than half my life, keeping a secret - about Ma - I guess I'm used to hiding stuff, private - dangerous stuff. I never meant to deceive you. If I had known - about you - I'd have made a move, I swear I would."
"You really didn't know?"
"No, not a clue. Which is weird, 'cause I can usually tell about people, especially if they are interested in me, were you interested, I mean before now?"
"Oh God yes, always." Ezra finally reached out a hand and copied Buck's finger stroke.
Buck tilted his head to make the caress last longer. "I never knew, guess we were too close to each other to see what was under our noses."
"Your mother knew."
"Well she …she's got a special gift for this kind of thing." Deciding there had been enough talk Buck leaned in and kissed Ezra, it was really no more then a brush of the lips and he pulled back quickly, searching the handsome face before him for a reaction. The reaction he got was a smile as wide as the Grand Canyon. Ezra then leaned in to bestow a kiss of his own, but this was no gentle brush, this was a full-on, deep, claiming kiss that seemed to go on forever. Buck responded intently and Ezra felt himself drawn closer, relishing the close body contact. He could feel the silky hair on Buck's chest against his own smooth skin, feel strong arms encircling him. Hands, wide and strong, playing over his back. He was only barely aware that his own hands were exploring Buck's back in a similar way. Then he felt it, that hard rod of flesh pressing into his upper thigh, close to his groin. He was only vaguely aware that his own cock was filling out and beginning to brush against Buck.
Buck was holding Ezra to him now, backing slowly toward the poolside and shallower water.
"Want you." That velvet soft voice breathed in his ear. Then he began to nibble at the same ear.
"Want you too, please, for so long…" Ezra's voice failed him as Buck began to kiss his shoulder.
Hands and lips explored and excited, each relishing the sighs and gasps of pleasure their ministrations produced. They were still moving backward through the water and now Buck's back hit the poolside where the water was at its shallowest, not even reaching his waist. With more of Buck out of the water Ezra began to explore further.
"Yes, oh yes Ezra," Buck gasped, as the kisses covering his chest found there way to one aching, hard nub.
Ezra managed to smile while still continuing to bestow erotic torment on Buck. A hand now wrapped around Buck's impressive shaft, while Buck's own hands were roaming freely over any part of Ezra he could reach. Finally Ezra broke away, staring up into Buck's dilated eyes. He licked his lips as he prepared to speak, not missing the little shudder the action produced in his partner.
"Um, we need to talk," he began.
"No talking, more kissing," Buck muttered, pressing his lips to the nape of Ezra's neck.
Arching into the caresses, Ezra nevertheless continued to try and speak. "What do you? Oh God! That is are you a …oh my!"
The flat of Buck's hand slid down his washboard stomach and enclosed his classically beautiful shaft. His other hand snaked around Ezra's trim waist and began to explore his ass. Long fingers began to slip between his powerful muscled cheeks and all the time his neck; ear and collarbone were all kissed.
"Please …Buck …what do you like to do?" he finally managed to get the question out.
Buck pulled back to look in to those jade green eyes. "Do?" he asked.
"Um, yes, do - top or bottom?"
"Oh." A lecherous grin spread over his handsome, sex flushed features. "Switch. You?"
"The same."
"Outstanding!" With that he went back to kissing and exploring.
"But don´t we need…oh sweet Jesus!"
"Jesus has nothing to do with it." With that Buck's skilled fingers began to play with Ezra's balls below the water, loving the way it moved his luxuriant hair around his fingers as they worked their magic.
"Supplies!" Ezra finally managed to get the word out.
"Supplies …yes …good," Buck murmured.
"Please …ahhhhhh … Buck, I can't hang on much longer."
Finally what Ezra was trying to say penetrated Buck's sex fogged brain. "Right, don't…" He pulled back reluctantly. "…don't move."
With that he pulled himself out of the pool and heedless of the trails of water he was leaving behind he ran into the house. Ezra, standing in the warm waters at the edge of the pool, waited impatiently. Buck came back at a run, almost slipping on the wet floor as he exited the house. He lay a towel down on the pool edge, and as he sat on it, placed a small wash bag and a wooden box beside him.
"Miss me?" he asked, bending down to kiss Ezra.
"What… took… you?" Ezra punctuated every word with a kiss.
The kisses continued but they didn't linger, this time they were moving south with an unswerving determination. In an action that mirrored his mother just hours earlier, Buck planted his hands on the deck behind him and tilted his head to the inky black night sky. He waited, his whole body trembling with anticipation for that moment that Ezra's lips encountered his aching shaft. He didn't have to wait long. The first touch was so light it was no more than a feather touch but its effect was electric. He gasped, pulling his eyes from the sky to watch Ezra.
Ezra was no amateur; he knew exactly what to do and Buck's gasps and cries proved it.
"Oh yes, more, harder, please Ezra!" he cried out. "Oh fuck!"
With that he came, faster, harder and more powerfully then he could ever remember coming before. His trembling arms gave out and he sank down onto the deck, legs still dangling in the water, his cock still in Ezra's hungry mouth.
Only when Ezra was sure he had licked, lapped and sucked Buck dry did he pull away to stand back and admire the view before him. As Buck lay there in the ever-moving light, sweat drenched, naked, sated and panting, Ezra didn't think he had ever seen a more beautiful sight.
"You okay?" he asked hesitantly.
"Oh yeah," Buck replied dreamily. "In fact I'm better than okay, passed okay long ago." He waved an arm to emphasise the point, before he pushed himself up on his elbows to look at his lover. "Thank you."
In response Ezra's head ducked a little. Buck sat up further, he reached down and gently pulled Ezra back to face him. "I mean it, thank you." He kissed him, then he whispered in his ear. "Want you to take me." His slipped into the water and stood before his new lover. One large skilled hand found Ezra's own shaft. "Reckon you do to?" Struck dumb, Ezra just nodded. "Trust me?"
"Yes," Ezra managed to breathe out.
"Lay back in the water, float," Buck instructed.
Ezra arched an eyebrow.
"You said you trusted me."
"So I did."
Ezra sank down and let his feet rise to the surface. Buck admitted the new view. "Damn! Makes me want to run a flag up it and salute!" he joked.
Ezra would have made some pithy response had Buck chosen that moment to salute it in quite a different way.
"Careful," he warned as Buck lifted his head again. "Don't spoil it."
Buck licked his lips suggestively, waggled his eyebrows and grinned. "Have no fear." He continued to kiss and caress Ezra as he floated in the warm water. Only when Ezra's shaft was weeping copious amounts of pre cum did he reach inside the small bag he had brought to the poolside, pulling out a condom and a tube of lube. He made short work of getting the sheath on, then he handed the lube to Ezra, before he stood back and turned to lean over the poolside. He looked back at the still floating Ezra and gave his ass a provocative little wiggle.
"Over to you, Slick!"
"Oh my." Ezra forced himself to stand.
The water was just shallow enough that his cock was above the surface. Even as he was wading toward Buck, he squeezed out some lube and coated a finger. Buck spread his legs even wider, all the time grinning at Ezra over his shoulder. He ran one warm, wet hand over Buck's broad back as the slick finger slid down the invitingly spread crease before him. He relished the quiver of excitement his mere presence produced from the already relaxed opening. His finger slipped in easily, there was no resistance, no hiss of pain, no gasp of breath. Buck continued to grin at him over his shoulder. He added another finger. Finally he judged Buck to be ready. His own hand was trembling. It had been sometime since his last liaison and pleasant as it had been, it wasn't Buck. This was what he had dreamed of for so long, and now, in just seconds, all his fantasies and dreams were going to come true.
"Ready?"
"Always," Buck responded.
Ezra smiled and pressed the head of his shaft to the well-stretched, slick opening and pushed forward. Buck's head dropped, his back arched over, which had the effect of pushing his ass back, impaling himself in one strong swift move. Bracing his arms, he arched again, pushing up until his shoulders came in contact with Ezra's. He knew Ezra had to be close so this wasn't going to be a long fuck. He reached back and with one hand, found Ezra's wet hair and held on to it. Ezra's own hands were clamped on to Buck lean hips as he began to move. On instinct Buck matched his thrusts, moving back as he moved forward increasing the depth of each penetration.
"Yes!" he cried out as Ezra hit the spot for the first time.
"Oh God, Buck…so hot, so tight," Ezra gasped, his fingers digging in even deeper.
It took just a few strong, deep thrusts for Ezra to come, Buck felt the warm seed fill him and gave a sigh of pure contentment. They collapsed down into the warm water together, sinking to their knees, heads just above the water. Buck waited until he heard and felt Ezra's breathing settle down before he gently turned around to face him.
"Hello? Ezra, you with me here?"
Jade green eyes that were unfocused and dreamy looked up at him.
"Maybe - am I really here?"
Buck pulled him into a gentle embrace.
"Yeah, you´re here, we're both here, together."
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After a long time in the water, just holding each other, kissing, touching and exchanging soft murmured words of affection they finally stood up. Buck told Ezra to sit on the side of the pool with his legs in the water.
"There is a tradition to observe here," he announced.
While Ezra watched he opened the small wooden box he had brought and removed two home rolled cigarettes and a lighter.
"I don't smoke, you don't smoke," Ezra pointed out.
Ignoring this observation and lit both, then he handed one to Ezra, took a long pull on his and then lay back down to smoke and gaze at the stars. It was then that the distinctive aroma of the 'tobacco' reached Ezra, he took a small tentative pull on the roll up.
"This is…!" he exclaimed.
"Oh yes." Buck confirmed. "And you won't find finer stuff anywhere." He looked over at Ezra. "Don't tell me you didn't find the plants?"
Ezra blushed. "Well I wasn't going to say anything, but I did indeed come upon your mother's little 'plantation'." He looked down at the smoking stick in his hand.
"There is nothing better than a home grown, home rolled joint - trust me."
Ezra remained sceptical. "We're federal agents, what if we get caught? What if your mother gets caught?"
Buck laughed. "In this town? Besides my mother has the chief of police wrapped around her little finger, trust me we're safe."
Deciding that resistance was futile, Ezra lay down beside the man he loved and took a long satisfying pull on the joint.
"Damn that is good stuff," he admitted.
"Told you, nothing like home-made. So we smoke, we get just a little high and then we go and explore the bedroom -right?"
"Oh yes, I'm all for more exploration."
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Bel let herself in to the house as quietly as she could. There was that 'Christmas Morning' feeling in the pit of her stomach, excited anticipation. As quickly as she could she crossed to the French doors and looked out. The remains of the meal still littered the table and of more significance piles of clothing still lay on the poolside. Smiling to herself she tip-toed back to the door to Buck's room. It wasn't latched so she gave it a gentle push. There on the bed, wrapped in a sheet and each other, lay her son and Ezra Standish, and she smiled. Her smile grew as she backed away. She even did a little 'happy dance' watched by the ever curious Bandit who was sitting on the sofa.
Some sixth sense woke Buck; he could hear soft footfalls on the hard floor outside. With infinite care he untangled himself from Ezra and the bedding and slipped off the bed. Stopping to pull on a pair of boxers he padded out of the room.
"Ma?"
"Oh darling!" she exclaimed softly as she turned in response to his call. As he walked toward her she took in her son's condition. He was still too thin, but he looked stronger some how. There were bruises on his hips, just visible above the waistband of his underwear; bruises that looked suspiciously like finger marks.
"Looks like things went well?" she asked. Her son beamed and gave a little affirming shrug come nod. "He was 'passionate'?"
Buck gave a quizzical look until she pointed at the bruises. "He was amazing."
By now he was standing right in front of her and she reached up to cupped his cheeks in her hands and kissed him. "I'm so pleased, I think he's wonderful. Do you think he's the one?"
"Yeah Ma I do, I hope so anyway 'cause I love him so much."
"Oh." One hand covered her mouth, while the other began to card through his hair, tears formed in her kind eyes. Eyes so full of love. "I hope so too dear, it´s been too long."
"You know this means there will be no grand children."
"Oh honey, it's a very small price to pay for your happiness. You deserve to have that kind of love with someone special of your very own, I never did and I want you to have it so much."
"You have me, and you always will." He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him in a close embrace, resting his cheek on the top of her head.
"I know darlin', I know - and now I have Ezra as well."
"Are you sure?"
Mother and son both looked around at the sound of the southern drawl. Ezra was standing in the doorway of the room, the sheet wound around him.
"If you'll let me, I would like it very much."
"My own mother is still in the land of the living."
"So I understand and she is of course welcome here, but were does it say you can't have two mothers?" Ezra shrugged, then with a slight smile admitted it wasn't. "Right, so come here and give your 'mother' a kiss."
He dutifully crossed the room and kissed her cheek.
"Ok, so now that is all decided, when do I meet the rest of the team and what do you boys want for breakfast?"
The End