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Pieter had felt out of place when he first arrived in Amsterdam. His family helped him to gradually fit in to the vastly different society of a European city. Pieter had always thought the plantation house at Spinnaker was large; it was certainly one of the larger houses on Sint Maarten, but compared to the Van Leyden merchant's house on Herengracht, his home was modest.
Willem Van Leyden's house was so large that it comfortably housed the three generations of the family, their servants--of which there were many--and still the top two floors were kept for storage. The style of house wasn't called a merchant's house for nothing; time was those floors were used as warehousing. The house had a narrow frontage, mostly of red brick with some sandstone facades around the windows and doors, but it was very tall, having five stories, and Pieter knew they could take him in and probably never notice the addition.
Their house was in the most fashionable area of the city and they entertained only the best people and though at first Pieter was uncomfortable with the formality of these people, he quickly learned what they expected and how to behave.
He also developed friends among the other students at the university he attended; a couple of others were from far flung Dutch holdings in other parts of the world and they supported each other until they found their niche. Eventually, Pieter made a very particular friend, a native of Amsterdam called Barend Courtlandt, who was a couple of years old than Pieter. They gravitated toward each other, spending more and more time together, and they gained the nickname of ebony and ivory, which Pieter found ironic.
Barend had a darkcomplexion for a Dutchman, with eyes so dark brown as to be almost black and his hair had that blue-black sheen that invited hands to run through it to see if it felt as soft as it looked. In comparison, Pieter was very fair-skinned, with piercing blue eyes and fine features and, though his hair was still fair, it was a little darker than it had been as a child, almost golden now. They made a very handsome pair and the longer they knew each other, the closer they became.
It was Barend who helped him learn the truth about himself. Pieter felt closer to Barend than anyone else he had ever met, except for his childhood friends back home on Spinnaker. He found himself missing his new Dutch friend when they weren't together, thinking about the handsome young man more and more. When he realized that he thought a lot about the way Barend looked, the way he moved, how often they each seemed to touch each other casually, even lean against each other without any specific need, Pieter was puzzled and even a little afraid of how odd it seemed, odd and yet somehow right.
When Pieter was twenty, the dreams began. Pieter was confused and upset and knew he had to speak to someone; yet the person he shared everything with was the one person Pieter didn't think he could talk to about this. How could he tell Barend about the erotic dreams about him, how Pieter woke up as he climaxed following a highly charged fantasy of Barend leaning into him, both of them naked and touching each other?
Posted April 16, 2011
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