Date: Sun, 1 Aug 2004 09:57:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dane Bruebeck <dowtheory2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Symmetry Part-9

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				Symmetry-9
Evan's Story

	Evan sat staring out of his new office window on a sunny Thursday.
A window that faced almost nothing but still it was a window.  One day he'd
have a grand vista perhaps overlooking the park, perhaps even a corner
office.  He rocked on his new chair, trying to find the sweetest spot.
Life was great: He had a great career and a devastatingly handsome, caring
man.  And what a week they had shared!  His breath caught as he remembered.
Finally, he understood what all the love propaganda was about.  And to
think he ever doubted love, the kind that songs were written about,
existed.  He and Ron were living proof.

	After the Saturday dinner with Ron's parents, Evan had driven back
to Ron's with the express intention of dropping him off and with the
agreement that they would spend Sunday together.  The goodbye kiss in the
confines of the car was meant to be brief but when Ron had moved his
succulent lips and gently nibbled Evan's ear, that plan had evaporated.

"Come with me," Ron had whispered in the midst of his expert ministrations
and Evan had nodded his consent.  They had exited the car and urgently run
up to Ron's apartment, anxious to rediscover each other.  They never made
it to the bedroom but Ron had a big couch which they used to their utmost
satisfaction.  Evan recalled how good it had felt when Ron's cock massaged
his eager prostate, their hands interlaced over the chair's arm.  It had
been a raw and powerful bout of lovemaking that could only be achieved by
two virile men.  They had ended up sleeping into half of Sunday.

	They had ordered lunch from the nearby Chinese restaurant and eaten
it on Ron's bed.  Chinese food had a whole new connotation to Evan now.  It
meant laughing over Ron's sillier theories, licking spilled sauce from his
taut stomach and sitting legs intertwined on an unmade bed. Evan had
finally left Ron's apartment at dawn that Monday morning and only because
he had needed to get dressed for work.

	The week had rolled on in the same fervent manner. They could not
get enough of each other.  It was getting a little out of hand.  Ron smiled
as he remembered the gym incident on Tuesday.  They had decided to go work
out as they always did, expecting everything to go smoothly.  The
mirror-lined weight room had been mildly busy as it usually was.  Halfway
through their work out, Evan's eyes had caught Ron's in the mirror and that
had been the beginning of their demise.  The sight of Ron's hot body clad
in a sweaty old tee shirt and mesh shorts had undone any restraint Evan
had.  His cock had hardened so quickly he had been forced to drop his
weights and sit down on the side before anyone detected his condition.
When Ron joined him two seconds later, Evan had understood exactly why.
They had laughed about it all the way home. The phone rang startling Evan
out of his thoughts.

"There is a Cece Langston to see you," the office assistant on the other
side of the line announced.

"Send her in," he announced smiling at the faux-authoritative sound of his
voice.  Cece had called to alert him of her arrival.  She needed to discuss
some stuff, she had said.  Now he saw the door open and in walked his
sister walk.

"Nice office.  I like it.  Those blinds are horrid though.  We should
change them," she said reaching over to kiss his cheek.  They sat down and
caught up.  The twins were doing great and quickly becoming addicted to
"Jurassic Park" which they now watched twice a day everyday, thanks to
their nanny Harriet.  And her husband Edmund?  That was why she had stopped
by to talk to Evan.

"I told you how Edmund was trying to get elected to the committee, the
community development initiative committee?  Well, the opposition is really
trying to block him now.  The claws are out.  You will not believe what
they're printing in the news.  They will not stop creating scandal around
him.  They're now alleging that he is not appropriate for the committee
because of his background.  I told you how his mum was indicted for
embezzling and his dad had fishy connections with those Las Vegas strip
clubs.  Well, now it's all out.  They're coming after me too.  They wrote
up some stuff about dad and his numerous wives.  They're claiming that
Edmund's background is too unstable for a role in a family-oriented
committee.  Evan, they're trying to destroy us," she had said all this
without blinking; twisting the handkerchief she was holding into nervous
knots.  Her always-calm eyes now looked distraught as they stared at Evan
as if he was her refuge.

"Cece, Cece, it can't be that bad.  Come on..."

"You don't know these people, Evan.  All this just because my husband has
high aspirations for his political life.  They're ruthless.  They won't
quit."

"It will blow over.  Cece, you've been through worse stuff with Edmund.
You're both so strong," Evan attempted to soothe his sister.

"Nothing like this.  And what if they find out about mum?  That artist guy,
her lover, isn't he like 24?"

"21. He is 21," Evan said sadly.

"Shit, shit, shit.  Can it get worse than that?  Our family is so screwed
up.  This is going to ruin Edmund, his senate dreams, everything," Cece
said in a defeated tone.

	This new development scared him.  He loved his sister.  For
goodness sake, they had overcome so much together.  They had been each
other's rock growing up.  Her current predicament filled him with anger.
How could anyone suggest that her husband was unworthy just because of what
their parents did?  What about the fact that Edmund worked tirelessly for
his region?  Politics really sucked.  No news there.

"It's politics.  It will blow over.  These things always do.  Just because
your families are not perfect doesn't mean he cannot lead.  Look how far he
has come already.  Your family is wonderful; the one that consist of you
and Edmund and the twins.  That is what counts," he said reaching out to
hold her hand.

"And you. You're a part of it too," she said getting up and hugging Evan
close to her.  "I am so proud of you."
	
	 Then it hit him: He couldn't tell Cece about his relationship with
Ron.  It was clearly not a good idea, under the circumstances.  She was
crushed already; this would just devastate her further.  The last thing he
wanted to do was cause problems for her and her family.  She clearly was in
dire need of some semblance of normalcy.  Letting her know that he was in
love with his best friend was not the most normal of state of affairs.  He
and Ron had discussed the importance of sharing with family.  He knew Ron
was planning on talking to his dad after work just as he had pledged to
talk to Cece when she came by.  Now though, things with Cece were
different.  It was out his hands, surely Ron would understand, wouldn't he?


Ron Story

	It was strange but when Ron thought of sharing his love for Evan,
the first person that came to mind was his father.  Definitely.  Something
about the way his father had looked at him at their last dinner when his
mum attacked about his love life made him think it would be okay.  It was
his dad who always shielded him when his mum pelted him with demands about
his social life.  His dad had never aggravated him with questions about
women.  Never.  Even when he dated briefly and his mum had gone crazy with
joy, his dad was always subdued.  It was as if, by some innate knowledge,
his father respected his solitude, believed in his choices and loved him
quietly despite them.  That is why he had decided to talk to his dad.  Now
he waited in his dad's large book-lined office feeling completely at peace
with his decision.

	He remembered how he had always enjoyed visiting his dad's office
when he was little.  Sometimes, his mum would drop him off, if she had a
class and they couldn't find a babysitter.  Those times spent on the floor
of his dad's office stuck with him.  Professor Grant would sit behind his
desk lost in his studies and Ron would watch him intently.  His dad would
occasionally lift his head and look at his son over his glasses, Ron would
wave and his dad would smile and go back to his books.  At five, six and
seven years of age, Ron learned the importance of books and the world they
held within their covers.  His dad had bestowed upon him that
understanding.  He recalled sitting surrounded by those colossal shelves,
overrun with books and how exciting it had been walking around trying to
read the well-crafted letters on their spines.  His dad would sometimes
pull out a book that had many pictures and Ron would turn its pages
enchanted by the incomprehensible stories within.

"Ronny.  There you are.  How are you?" his dad walked in holding a bundle
of books, laid them on the table and reached out to shake his son's hand.
Professor Grant was not a hugger.

"I'm fine. I hope you're not too busy.  Do you have another class?" Ron
said

"I have a workshop with the PhD students later.  So, what did you want to
talk to me about?"  Typical: No unnecessary hesitations.  Some things never
changed.  Ron liked that about his father.

"I mentioned at dinner I met someone," Ron wasn't going to beat about the
bush either.

"Yes, I remember," his dad sat on his leather chair and clasped his hands
in front of him.

"Well, I wanted to tell you about it.  I mean, before I tell mum.  You know
how she gets.  I figured you're saner about these things."  He wasn't going
to wimp out either.

"I understand.  This must be really important."

"It is.  It's about Evan and me," Ron said staring straight into his
father's eyes. He braced himself for the upcoming reaction.

"I know."

"You know?  How?  When?"  Ron said taken aback by his dad's simple reply.

"No, you tell me about it."

"Well, Evan and I are together.  I love him, he loves me.  I had to tell
someone."  The wheels in Ron's head were turning. One and one and one was
not making three.  How could his dad know?

"I know."

"And I am telling you because I have to.  It's the biggest thing in my
life, this feeling.  I do not want to keep you out of this. It means too
much to me," Ron said feeling a calmness wash over him.

"I know."

"I have to do this.  I knew you would not lose your mind.  You have never
lost your mind with me.  I am not scared."  The unrehearsed words unleashed
themselves from his mind without restraint.

"I know."

Enough already.  He had to find out.  "How did you know?"

"At dinner.  You two kept on stealing glances at each other.  I never saw
that look in your eyes before.  Ronny, I can recognize all the looks that
leave your eyes.  Your eyes have always been so open.  The looks you gave
Evan, I have never seen those before except from your mother. She used to
have that same look when we first fell in love," his dad said with the same
exact composure he had when he discussed Ron's writing.  Ron wanted to cry.

"Are you okay with this?"  Ron asked already knowing the answer but needing
hear it anyway.

"Yes. Really, if you think about it, it has very little to do with me and
everything to do with you and Evan. Son, are you okay with it?"

"Yes."

	They both got engrossed in their thoughts.  Ron was amazed but not
shocked by his dad's tranquil reaction.  All those subtle moments shared
with his dad all through his life passed across his mind.  Those wordless
conversations, those knowing long looks, those afternoons spent reading
quietly side by side, all those had been preordained.  They had all been
leading up to this moment, this sublime moment of unwavering trust.

"What about mum?"

"I don't know. You'll tell her when you're ready."  Ron left his father's
office convinced that he was the luckiest son alive and he rushed to share
the news with Evan.


	He pulled up at Evan's place at 7:30 that evening and got out of
his car, eager to reunite with him.  Traffic from the university has been a
bitch but he hadn't cared.  He was just way too happy.  This was the
perfect beginning for him and Evan.  Before his hand even hit the door, it
was pulled open.  Ron felt himself quake at the never-ending marvel of Evan
gazing at him, looking fucking hot in a black tee shirt and cargo pants.
He must have stood there gaping like an idiot for too long because Evan
reached for him and literally yanked him in.  They stood beyond the door,
both smiling, happy to see each other after so long (12 hours is forever in
love-time).

"How..."

"I'm so...."

	They both started together.  Fuck words.  They reached for each
other and kissed like they had not seen each other for decades.  Their
hands searching each other's bodies, their tongue drinking eagerly and
their lips fused intensely.  They finally broke apart but stayed in each
other's arms.

"I told my father about us," Ron stated his green eyes dancing.

"Really?  How did he react?" Evan asked moving his hand over Ron's spine.

"Like I hoped he would.  He's cool with it."

"Wow, he is so evolved.  Lucky you"

"Get this; he said he already knew."

"How?"

"Well, apparently at dinner I kept looking at you with a look he never saw
before.  He says he knows all my looks and that one was off the charts
somehow.  I have one smart father," Ron declared grinning as he caressed
the back of Evan's neck with his thumb.

"You have one extraordinarily perceptive father.  You two have such unusual
bond. I have always admired that.  Does your mum know?"

"Not yet.  Can we talk about his later?  I am a little distracted." Ron
moved his head closer and kissed Evan's neck, inhaling his unique scent.
Evan moaned and increased the pressure of his hand on Ron's back.  Ron
acknowledged the stirring in his pants by pushing even tighter into Evan's
embrace.  They stayed like that, tightly pressed together, their hearts
beating into each other's chests.  Evan's hand traveled to Ron's tight ass
cheek and cupped it, attempting to draw him even closer as Ron's tongue
licked his neck.  Evan started a slow walk backwards, leading their
awakening bodies to his bedroom.  This was the hottest slow dance ever.  No
music, just their shuffling feet and their soft moans.

	The back of Evan's knees hit the bed halting their movement and he
sat down unable to stop in time, Ron standing before him.  Ron took a step
back, finally relinquishing his hold on Evan.  Ron's eyes never left Evan's
as he reached up and started to undo his shirt buttons one at a time.
Evan's eyes flickered every time a button came undone and when the oxford
shirt fell on the floor his lips parted.  Evan was enjoying this and Ron
smiled, then mischievously reached for his buckle and undid it in one
forceful tag.  When Evan spread his legs a little wider, Ron knew his
impromptu strip tease was working.  Encouraged, he pulled his zip down
slowly and then pulled down his dress pants slowly, his eyes never leaving
Evan.  He knew that his own cock was stretched to the limit and it filled
him with a sense of pride to stand there clad only in his boxers, staring
down at his best friend.  He kicked the pants, shoes and socks off his body
and then reached for his boxers, stretching his long torso out and then
bending over to push them down over his very erect penis.  He tagged them
off and stood there gloriously naked and throbbing with desire.

"You stun me," Evan whispered.

"Good," Ron mouthed back.

	Evan smiled at him roguishly and then lay back on the bed, pushing
himself up to the middle.  He pulled of his shirt in one swift move and Ron
grunted at that hot chest and those delectable nipples became exposed.
Shirtless now, he reached for his cargo pants and pushed his zipper down,
just as slowly as Ron had done.  Ron's cock twitched.  It took all the will
power he had not to dive on the bed and just rip those pants away but he
held back, enjoying the deliberate seduction before him.  Evan lifted his
hips and hooked his thumbs in the hem and started to push them down.  He
looked so athletic and hot doing that.  Ron gasped when Evan's lustrous
pubic hair came into view.  No underwear.  Fuck.  Then the hard, smooth
cock and the hefty hanging balls were revealed and Ron's mouth went
dry. The cargo pants were tossed to the side and the two just glared at
each other, their hunger for each other increasing their heartbeats.

"You stir me up so completely," Ron whispered. He moved forward and fell
over the bed into Evan's naked body.

"Ron..."

"Evan..."  They cried out each other's names as their bodies touched.

	The next moments passed in frenzy.  Both of them hungry for the
taste of each other, they finally settled side by side, upside down from
each other.  They lay on their sides; their legs spread open, so that their
mouths could reach each other's dripping, stiff cock.  It was hot and
heady, their hips thrusting in unison into each other's mouths, their heads
bobbing up and down hungrily, slowing down and speeding up in perfect time.
They both wanted this maddening sweetness to last an eternity, so they took
their time luxuriating in the intensity, drowning in the feelings until it
became too much and they came deep in each other's mouth, yelling out their
satisfaction.  They recoiled and lay back on opposite sides, breathing
heavily and laughing uncontrollably.

"Hey, there," Evan said still chuckling.

"Hey," Ron said and then burst out laughing again.
 
"Come over here," Evan said lazily as the laughter petered out.

"No, you come over here," Ron replied.

"I can't.  You knocked me out," Evan said.

"I can't move either.  No energy left," Ron said back.

"Try," Evan pleaded.

"You try," Ron said kicking Evan lightly on the shoulder.

"Come here," Evan pleaded again.

"No way.  You sucked out all my energy," Ron said.  Then they started
laughing anew.

"Lift your hand," Evan said lifting his own and then looking up as Ron's
arm came into view.  "Rock, paper, scissors, okay?"

"Okay," Ron said, preparing to partake in the ultimate decision-making
technique.

"One, two, go.  Rock, paper, scissors.  Shit, you win," Evan said sadly and
then turned around, groaning as he moved his exhausted body, until they
were face to face again.

"Hey," Ron whispered his eyes intensely staring into Evan's.

"Hey," Evan whispered back.  They stayed like that, savoring the feelings.

 "I'm so glad your dad reacted so well," Evan said.

"Yeah. Honestly though, I expected no less from him. I know him.  I feel
so...so...freed."  Yeah, that is exactly how Ron felt.  "At least we have
my dad's support. How about Cece?  Weren't you going to tell her?"

"I can't," Evan said averting his eyes.

"What do you mean you can't?  I thought it's what you wanted," Ron said
leaning back to look Evan squarely in the face.

"I can't.  They're having problems with the press," Evan said and went on
to explain the whole saga about Edmund's ongoing political turmoil.

"How does that affect this?" Ron asked.

"Ron, it's too much.  Cece's going through a lot and this will just make
her more susceptible to attack.  Clearly, you see it?"

"I don't see how us being in love affects Edmund's career.  She does not
have to print it in the news.  I thought we agreed that our love deserved
to go beyond these walls.  It was your idea to begin with," Ron said
rubbing his forehead.

"I know, I know but she's not going to be able to handle it right now.
Everything's a mess for them.  Our parents and Edmund's parents have
screwed everything up really bad.  Something has to remain normal for her,"
Evan said looking at the ceiling.

"Normal?  So I guess this is abnormal to you?"  Ron said gesturing at the
two of them.

"Don't..."  Evan started and stopped.

"Then what?"

 "It's just that I know now is a bad time.  She just can't handle it," Evan
said firmly.

"Tell me, Evan.  Who can't handle it?  Cece or you?"

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