The Hunk of Long Bay
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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1,182
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1
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The Hunk of Long Bay
Disclaimer
This is a fanfiction story based on the movie Men with Brooms. Characters and circumstances you recognize aren’t mine.
Warning
This is a slash story. It describes in an explicit manner the development of a romantic and sexual relationship between two male characters. If this idea doesn’t appeal to you, then I simply advice you not to read the fic.
Note
I only saw Men with Broom once, about five months ago. I was completely mesmerized by Paul Gross’s beauty (I hadn’t seen him since Due South stopped, but man, the guy is beautiful!) and I didn’t pay much attention to the story details. So, although my fic follows pretty much the same timeline as the movie, detail-wise it’s very different (and I don’t mean just for the romantic references). Many details I don’t recall. Even more I changed deliberately for the purpose of my fic. The majority I just invented because I feel a written story needs more background information than a movie does.
Acknowledgement
I thank Sophia Moon for providing me with the motivation to finally finish this fic (after it being ‘almost done’ for several months) by expressing curiosity about when it would be uploaded. Sophia, it is now.
*****
THE HUNK OF LONG BAY
I Returning
When Chris received the letter announcing the death of his former father-in-law-to-be, he knew he had to return to Long Bay.
It wasn’t something he was looking forward to. He had failed everyone when he left ten years ago. Julie. Eddie and James. Neil. Donald. Amy. His father.
It would be hard to face everybody, but he couldn’t stay away.
He put up at the Maple Leave Inn. It had a new owner. The woman who greeted him he had never seen before. But she narrowed her eyes as he told her his name, and said, ‘Your welcome here won’t be very warm, I believe.’
No doubt, she would be right. He inquired after everybody’s whereabouts. They all appeared to have stayed in Long Bay. He wasn’t surprised. Long Bay people were loyal people (well, with the occasional exception to confirm the rule, that is). Julie had even been living in her paternal home with her father until his death.
He would visit her first. It would be very awkward, but there was no avoiding it anymore. He had been avoiding for a decade; it was time to apologize.
Amy opened the door. She was shocked to see him. To some extend he believed she shouldn’t be. After all, she was the one who had notified him of her father’s death.
‘Hi,’ he said.
She just stared.
‘Can I come in?’ he asked cautiously.
While she stepped back, a little boy entered the hall. ‘Mom, who-’
The kid stared at him, just like Amy did.
A son. She had a son. Last time he checked, she was a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl with zits and a crush on her much older soon to be brother in law. Now she was a mother. She had never mentioned that in the sparse letters she had written him over the years (and to which he had never replied, although he conscientiously had notified her of his changes of address. She had provided a connection with his home town, and he had never wanted to cut it completely.)
She snapped out of her shock, saying, ‘Brandon, this is Mr. Cutter. He’s here to see Aunt Julie.’
And he was, of course.
‘She’s upstairs,’ Amy said.
His shoes seemed very heavy as he climbed the stairs.
He cleared his throat, but realized that Julie probably wouldn’t recognize her ex-fiancé by his cough alone after a decade had passed, and said her name.
He heard the sound of something dropping to the floor. Then she said ‘yes’; her tone of voice indicating that she had braced herself for his sight.
She looked as beautiful as the last time he had seen her.
‘Hi,’ he said softly.
‘Chris,’ she returned matter-of-factly.
‘I’m sorry about your father,’ he offered for starters.
She didn’t reply. More apologies were needed, obviously. She was perfectly right.
‘I’m sorry that I failed you,’ he continued. ‘I-’
‘Did you ever love me?’ she inquired.
He thought he had.
From about the day he turned twelve until he left town fifteen years later, he had been known as ‘the Hunk of Long Bay’. Local girls and women that were not in love with him were the exception. As a rule, females fancied him. Amy Foley had done so from the moment she was toilet trained. And Julie had been attracted to him as well.
He could pick whomever he wanted as a girlfriend. And he had picked Julie. She was exceptionally beautiful, smart and gentle. He couldn’t think of a better choice.
Contrary to popular belief, he hadn’t slept with anyone else before he left Long Bay. Only with Julie. And not very often. It turned out that he didn’t like sex very much. And neither did she. It was a secret they both kept hidden. Julie by being very quiet about it; Chris by displaying a nonchalance he didn’t feel inside.
It felt safe. It created a bond. It led to an engagement without Chris wondering if he was doing the right thing. Yes, although not with a passion, he had loved Julie.
She was still waiting for his answer, so he told her, ‘Yes, I did love you.’
‘But you left,’ she said. ‘Six days before the wedding you left. Without a word.’
He had. And it was a horrible thing to do. But given the guilt, the shame, the confusion, the fear, he hadn’t been able to think of an alternative.
All he could think of was that they had lost the Golden Broom they had trained for so hard all year. They had lost despite their skip’s – his – cheating.
He hadn’t been concentrating. Hours earlier, his world had collapsed. A week prior to the wedding, he had found out that he didn’t love Julie the way he should. He was in love with somebody else. Someone he’d known since he was a kid, but whom he just that same morning had seen for the first time in his life. Or so it had felt. And it was entirely wrong. He couldn’t stay in Long Bay fighting it. He had to leave. The town. Julie. The boys. The object of his newly discovered desire. And curling, to which he – the cheating skip – had no right anymore.
He had hurled the stones in the lake and left Long Bay at four in the morning, while it was still dark.
And now he was back. And Julie was looking at him, expecting explanations. Which he couldn’t give. Not truthful ones at least. It would hurt too much. Not only Julie, others as well including himself.
‘It’s okay,’ she said. ‘I’ve been doing rather well without you.’
‘Good,’ he replied. Then he didn’t know how to proceed. Was he being dismissed now?
‘Do you know how Donald died?’ she asked.
‘He had a heart attack.’
She nodded. ‘He was out on the lake with Amy. He had her diving for the stones you threw in before you left.’
‘After ten years? Why?’ he couldn’t help asking.
‘A few reasons combined,’ she said. ‘Most importantly, he felt that he was soon to die.’
He startled at this news, but she shook her head. ‘He wasn’t sick, and I don’t think he knew that a heart attack would do the trick eventually, but he wasn’t the man to adopt a healthy lifestyle, as you know.’
He knew. Donald had liked his smokes and his drinks. And he had loved greasy food in abundance.
‘He wanted to bring the team back together. He wanted you to win the Golden Broom. And to put his ashes on the button.’
‘What?’
She nodded. ‘He had his will videotaped. It’s at the notary’s. You can see it tomorrow after the funeral.’
****
Back in his room at The Maple Leave, he couldn’t sleep. Seeing Julie again had not been as bad as he had feared. She was an astronaut now. Amy was a single mother.
Donald’s will had sounded morbid, though. And he had to face the boys tomorrow. Eddie. James. Neil. God, would he be up to that?
He had to.
He clenched his teeth. He couldn’t sleep this way. It would help if he masturbated, but he wouldn’t do it. His favourite fantasy, his only effective fantasy (well, there were variations but they were basically the same in that they all featured the same partner) could be used safely while drilling for oil in another country, on another continent, but not while being here in Long Bay, Ontario, with the object of his desire sleeping just about a hundred yards away from where he was lying now.
He would not think of that. He would not indulge himself.
He would.
He came quickly and hard, stimulated by the knowledge of how little the distance was that separated him from what he really wanted.
Afterwards he felt guilt and regret. And, fortunately, the determination to face whatever he had to face in the morning.
This is a fanfiction story based on the movie Men with Brooms. Characters and circumstances you recognize aren’t mine.
Warning
This is a slash story. It describes in an explicit manner the development of a romantic and sexual relationship between two male characters. If this idea doesn’t appeal to you, then I simply advice you not to read the fic.
Note
I only saw Men with Broom once, about five months ago. I was completely mesmerized by Paul Gross’s beauty (I hadn’t seen him since Due South stopped, but man, the guy is beautiful!) and I didn’t pay much attention to the story details. So, although my fic follows pretty much the same timeline as the movie, detail-wise it’s very different (and I don’t mean just for the romantic references). Many details I don’t recall. Even more I changed deliberately for the purpose of my fic. The majority I just invented because I feel a written story needs more background information than a movie does.
Acknowledgement
I thank Sophia Moon for providing me with the motivation to finally finish this fic (after it being ‘almost done’ for several months) by expressing curiosity about when it would be uploaded. Sophia, it is now.
*****
THE HUNK OF LONG BAY
I Returning
When Chris received the letter announcing the death of his former father-in-law-to-be, he knew he had to return to Long Bay.
It wasn’t something he was looking forward to. He had failed everyone when he left ten years ago. Julie. Eddie and James. Neil. Donald. Amy. His father.
It would be hard to face everybody, but he couldn’t stay away.
He put up at the Maple Leave Inn. It had a new owner. The woman who greeted him he had never seen before. But she narrowed her eyes as he told her his name, and said, ‘Your welcome here won’t be very warm, I believe.’
No doubt, she would be right. He inquired after everybody’s whereabouts. They all appeared to have stayed in Long Bay. He wasn’t surprised. Long Bay people were loyal people (well, with the occasional exception to confirm the rule, that is). Julie had even been living in her paternal home with her father until his death.
He would visit her first. It would be very awkward, but there was no avoiding it anymore. He had been avoiding for a decade; it was time to apologize.
Amy opened the door. She was shocked to see him. To some extend he believed she shouldn’t be. After all, she was the one who had notified him of her father’s death.
‘Hi,’ he said.
She just stared.
‘Can I come in?’ he asked cautiously.
While she stepped back, a little boy entered the hall. ‘Mom, who-’
The kid stared at him, just like Amy did.
A son. She had a son. Last time he checked, she was a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl with zits and a crush on her much older soon to be brother in law. Now she was a mother. She had never mentioned that in the sparse letters she had written him over the years (and to which he had never replied, although he conscientiously had notified her of his changes of address. She had provided a connection with his home town, and he had never wanted to cut it completely.)
She snapped out of her shock, saying, ‘Brandon, this is Mr. Cutter. He’s here to see Aunt Julie.’
And he was, of course.
‘She’s upstairs,’ Amy said.
His shoes seemed very heavy as he climbed the stairs.
He cleared his throat, but realized that Julie probably wouldn’t recognize her ex-fiancé by his cough alone after a decade had passed, and said her name.
He heard the sound of something dropping to the floor. Then she said ‘yes’; her tone of voice indicating that she had braced herself for his sight.
She looked as beautiful as the last time he had seen her.
‘Hi,’ he said softly.
‘Chris,’ she returned matter-of-factly.
‘I’m sorry about your father,’ he offered for starters.
She didn’t reply. More apologies were needed, obviously. She was perfectly right.
‘I’m sorry that I failed you,’ he continued. ‘I-’
‘Did you ever love me?’ she inquired.
He thought he had.
From about the day he turned twelve until he left town fifteen years later, he had been known as ‘the Hunk of Long Bay’. Local girls and women that were not in love with him were the exception. As a rule, females fancied him. Amy Foley had done so from the moment she was toilet trained. And Julie had been attracted to him as well.
He could pick whomever he wanted as a girlfriend. And he had picked Julie. She was exceptionally beautiful, smart and gentle. He couldn’t think of a better choice.
Contrary to popular belief, he hadn’t slept with anyone else before he left Long Bay. Only with Julie. And not very often. It turned out that he didn’t like sex very much. And neither did she. It was a secret they both kept hidden. Julie by being very quiet about it; Chris by displaying a nonchalance he didn’t feel inside.
It felt safe. It created a bond. It led to an engagement without Chris wondering if he was doing the right thing. Yes, although not with a passion, he had loved Julie.
She was still waiting for his answer, so he told her, ‘Yes, I did love you.’
‘But you left,’ she said. ‘Six days before the wedding you left. Without a word.’
He had. And it was a horrible thing to do. But given the guilt, the shame, the confusion, the fear, he hadn’t been able to think of an alternative.
All he could think of was that they had lost the Golden Broom they had trained for so hard all year. They had lost despite their skip’s – his – cheating.
He hadn’t been concentrating. Hours earlier, his world had collapsed. A week prior to the wedding, he had found out that he didn’t love Julie the way he should. He was in love with somebody else. Someone he’d known since he was a kid, but whom he just that same morning had seen for the first time in his life. Or so it had felt. And it was entirely wrong. He couldn’t stay in Long Bay fighting it. He had to leave. The town. Julie. The boys. The object of his newly discovered desire. And curling, to which he – the cheating skip – had no right anymore.
He had hurled the stones in the lake and left Long Bay at four in the morning, while it was still dark.
And now he was back. And Julie was looking at him, expecting explanations. Which he couldn’t give. Not truthful ones at least. It would hurt too much. Not only Julie, others as well including himself.
‘It’s okay,’ she said. ‘I’ve been doing rather well without you.’
‘Good,’ he replied. Then he didn’t know how to proceed. Was he being dismissed now?
‘Do you know how Donald died?’ she asked.
‘He had a heart attack.’
She nodded. ‘He was out on the lake with Amy. He had her diving for the stones you threw in before you left.’
‘After ten years? Why?’ he couldn’t help asking.
‘A few reasons combined,’ she said. ‘Most importantly, he felt that he was soon to die.’
He startled at this news, but she shook her head. ‘He wasn’t sick, and I don’t think he knew that a heart attack would do the trick eventually, but he wasn’t the man to adopt a healthy lifestyle, as you know.’
He knew. Donald had liked his smokes and his drinks. And he had loved greasy food in abundance.
‘He wanted to bring the team back together. He wanted you to win the Golden Broom. And to put his ashes on the button.’
‘What?’
She nodded. ‘He had his will videotaped. It’s at the notary’s. You can see it tomorrow after the funeral.’
****
Back in his room at The Maple Leave, he couldn’t sleep. Seeing Julie again had not been as bad as he had feared. She was an astronaut now. Amy was a single mother.
Donald’s will had sounded morbid, though. And he had to face the boys tomorrow. Eddie. James. Neil. God, would he be up to that?
He had to.
He clenched his teeth. He couldn’t sleep this way. It would help if he masturbated, but he wouldn’t do it. His favourite fantasy, his only effective fantasy (well, there were variations but they were basically the same in that they all featured the same partner) could be used safely while drilling for oil in another country, on another continent, but not while being here in Long Bay, Ontario, with the object of his desire sleeping just about a hundred yards away from where he was lying now.
He would not think of that. He would not indulge himself.
He would.
He came quickly and hard, stimulated by the knowledge of how little the distance was that separated him from what he really wanted.
Afterwards he felt guilt and regret. And, fortunately, the determination to face whatever he had to face in the morning.