Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 01:33:57 EST From: CaRtOoN80@aol.com Subject: life as i know it 12 Ok, here is the deal. I have been getting e-mail on my grammar and well, I am sorry about that. I have recently gotten a new job demanding some crazy hours, and I help tutor kids with there school work, so when I sit and write these stories at midnight, they are not what a teacher would grade as an "A" in grammar. I only write these to keep myself on my toes as to how far my imagination can role and for your enjoyment. I try my best and if I confuse "accept" and "except" so bad that it angers you, I am sorry. That's all I can do right now. Well on with the story Life as I Know It 12- Night of Passion The following story is a work of fiction that does not want to imply that anyone in this story is gay, lesbian, or bisexual. The storyline may be far fetched but it's for entertainment purposes only. Thank you Juan and I met for coffee the next day. My head was pounding as Juan looked fresh and relaxed. He sat down at the table at the ground floor restaurant of the hotel and ordered two coffees and a breakfast just as I slouched in the chair next to him. "Good morning, sunshine," Juan smiled as he grabbed a breakfast roll already laid on the table. "How the hell can you be so damn chipper," I groaned, "you did exactly what I did last night. Hell, we did it together." "Yes, but I wasn't drunk when we did it," Juan smiled as coffees laid in front of him and I. "I wasn't sure what you wanted in your coffee, being hung over and all, so I had them get you everything on the side." "Thanks," I muttered as I put some cream and sugar in. I took a sip and then realized that I find coffee disgusting. I spit it out into the cup. "I hate coffee." "Will tea do," Juan asked. "It will be fine." Juan signaled the waitress over and ordered tea with honey for me. Then he smiled and looked at me. "Did you enjoy last night," he grinned. "No," I answered harshly. "I will never do anything stupid like that again. I mean I hate tattoos." "Well, Josh will be shocked when he finds out." "Josh doesn't care." "What happened yesterday," Juan inquired. "I mean you call Josh and next thing you know we are out getting plastered in California. What happened?" "Nothing," I said, immediately trying to change the subject, "So where did you get your tattoo?" "On my arm," he smiled. "Well, why did you let me get a heart on my lower hip?" "The tattoo artist, Craig, gave it to you for free, if I went out with him. He said he would only do it on your hip. Would have been your ass, but I explained we were brother's and he was like, `I wouldn't want to see my brother's cock either,' then gave it to you." "You're going out with him," I asked. "Hell no. He earns a living permanently painted people's bodies. That's not my idea of a steady boyfriend." Just then my tea and Juan's breakfast where brought in and sat on the table. Juan wolfed down breakfast while I sipped my tea. After we ate, we went to the meeting. Now, you have to realize that rarely talked about his like with Hector and Juan. During his final month, he would say a thing or two, but that was it. I was, however, surprise to see that Hector was a fashion mogul. His clothing design was on runways and runway models, not to mention actresses and actors in TV and film. Juan and I were running a major business here. I met the crew and the heads of the company, which were shocked to find out that Juan and I were brothers. The financial advisor, Michael Clock was his name, gave both Juan and I a living expense and told us to find homes and cars and to report back at the offices next Monday morning at 7am. One of Hector and my dad's deals was to make Michael keep a sharp eye on our expenses and us. The next day, Juan, and I found places to live. Juan found a nice little two-floor house that he fell in love with, I, however, found a beautiful beach house that was about a block from Juan. On Valentine's Day, we both signed out of the hotel and moved into our respective homes. Just as I finished moving my three suitcases in, Juan came in with Drew. "How are my little brother's doing," Drew smiled brightly. "I am great," Juan answered, "however Dylan has been moping for a while." "Not surprised," Drew replied nonchalantly, "I mean Josh was told me what happened and I think you should see him." "I'd rather not," I interjected. "He told me to remind you what you promised when you had your first argument," Drew smiled. I remembered that promise. I promised him I would always listen before I accuse. Well, Drew, Juan, and I went to lunch and then Drew went back to his home out in San Francisco. I had Juan make the arrangement of me and Josh meeting. Wen met at a little cafe, Juan, Josh, Josh's friend, and I. His friend was this blonde kid, sorta cute. He had lightening blue eyes, which caught Juan's attention indeed. "So, who's this," I started, " the guy I heard on the phone?" "Yes it is," Josh said as he looked into my eyes. "This is Lance, from the group." That's when I recognized him. It was sure Lance Bass sitting across from me, with his head tilted a little, like he was shamed. "Lance will explain everything," Josh said as he looked at Lance. "Go ahead." Lance took a deep breath, then looked at me. "What you heard was suppose to be a joke of Justin, to lighten him up. When he got back from your father's funeral, he seemed very saddened and by himself. So to lighten him up, I told him to call Josh's room in about five minutes. I ran over there and told Josh to let me answer the telephone. When it rang, I picked it up and pretended that Josh and I ere having sex. After you called, that's when Justin called and then Josh told me everything; him being gay and his relationship with you. I didn't mean for it to get so out of hand, I mean it was suppose to be a joke." "A joke nobody laughed at," Josh interrupted. "He didn't mean it, though, and I hope you can forgive me and him." "Do you know how mad I was," I said towards Lance. "Yeah, he was so mad he got a tattoo while he was drunk," Juan butted in. I stabbed Juan in his side with my elbow. That's when we all smiled. I took Josh over to the side. "I forgive you," I smiled, "both of you. Just make sure it never happens again." I wanted to kiss him, but I knew I couldn't. Then I had an idea. "Come to my new home. You have to see it. It's a beach house." "Well, what about Juan and Lance," Josh reminded me. I looked back at them and they were heavily flirting, Lance even going as far as putting his hand on Juan's leg. "I think they will keep each other company," I smiled. Josh looked back at them. "I knew that Lance was gay, but Juan too?" "We're everywhere," I smiled. "Now, let's go." We said our good-bye's and headed over to my place, where Josh and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. We kissed rough as we stripped out clothes off. When we where naked, Josh's warm hand surrounded my mound of flesh and started stroking it. We kissed hard as Josh stroked my cock and my hands ran over his body. The Josh whispered, "I want you now," and threw me on the chair in the middle of the living room that Drew brought over. Then Josh kneeled down on his knees. I felt his warm breath hitting my sensitive erection as he stroked it slow and sweetly. Then I felt his tongue hit the tip of my cock as he licked the pre- um off the tip. I moaned as he continued. Slowly, he licked all over my cock before he returned to the head. With one try, Josh swallowed my whole cock, into hi greedy mouth. He started slowly and his hands played with my balls and nipples. Soon, the suction got harder. I was ready to blow when Josh stopped. "Not yet, "he whispered. Just then, he ran to grab a condom. He placed is onto my wet, slobbered cock. "I need to be close to you," he said as he kissed me," I need you in me." That said, Josh slowly sat down on my erected hard cock. Making sure he teased me as he slowly let me enter him. I couldn't take the torture and I slammed him down on me. We sat there for a few minutes as I laid my head on his bare, and now sweaty, back. "Ready," Josh whispered. "I've been ready forever," I whispered back as I kissed his neck. With that ok, he started riding my cock. I could feel his tight ass clench every time he went up and release every time he went down. He was slowly riding me, which I knew was not going to help me last. I was grunting, doing everything I could to not cum yet, until I couldn't take it. The fuck was so good, I yelled as I spewed everything into the condom. At the same time, Josh yelled and then collapsed on my lap. We where both panting before Josh and I calmed down a little. "Happy Valentine's Day," Josh said between breathes. "I love you." "I love you too, Happy Valentine's Day." Just then the wooden chair we were in collapsed, sending Josh and me towards the floor. We laughed in hysterics. About a month went by before anything big happened. Josh and I were happy as hell, and every chance we got, we'd visit each other. This also was the same for Juan and Lance, who started dating. The four of us would even double date, which was odd. In a month's time, Juan and I became close, which was cool as well. My sex life with Josh was immensely incredible. We did everything we wanted to do, which excluded bondage, which we both found weird. Work was awesome. Juan and I were fitting into the company. I also decided that we should market to clothing department stores and had a famous person do the ads. That is when I gave a call to Jessica, which she and her agents happily agreed. It wasn't until we started the shoot in about mid March that I got a surprise of my life. Jessica was dressing as my cellphone rang. "Hello, this is Dylan. How can I help?" "Dilly," Jessie whispered. "Jessie," I smiled. "How are you?" "I'm ok. We both are." "Both? Something wrong with Rachel?" "No, Dilly, I need to tell you something. I'm pregnant." To Be Continued. Happy Valentine's Day!