Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2000 17:15:28 -0800 (PST)
From: traveller_1141@yahoo.com
Subject: james-2

Hey folks.  I sent in part 1 without any kind of heading to it, so you guys
probably had no idea what to think.  This is my first try at writing a
story, and I know it's kind of short, but future parts will be longer, that
is if you guys like it.

If you have comments, feel free to email me.

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Twists and turns...

	The cab ride to my apartment near campus was pretty uneventful.
James sat next to me playing with my leg the whole way, making it really
tough to keep the conversation going as to not spook the cabbie.
	James poked me in the rib.  "So, you never told me your name."
	I chuckled.  "Dave... David Collins."
	He smiled big.  "All right Dave, David Collins...nice to meet you."
He shook my hand, making it seem like a business meeting.  I guess my face
showed the shock, and as he laughed he leaned over to whisper in my ear,
"Guess that was a little formal for somebody who mooned you in the middle
of a club, huh?"  Then he stuck his tongue in my ear, making me let out a
sharp noise.  The cabbie scowled at us, but said nothing.
	We managed to make it to my place without further distraction, if
you can call him rubbing my leg and holding my hand not distracting.  We
pulled up, and then to my surprise, James handed the cab driver some bills
with the words, "Keep the change."  We got out to the sounds of the
driver's profuse thanks.
	I could practically feel his eyes on me as he followed me up to my
door.  My apartment was in a pretty good complex, one that catered to
younger businessmen and such, as well as graduate students.  I knew of no
undergrads that lived here.
	As I walked to my door, I felt a hand grasp my shoulder.  James
turned me around and before I could say a word, his lips were on mine.  I
melted into his kiss.  It was every kiss I have ever dreamed of, as
horribly cheesy as that sounds.  There was no tongue, no grinding, but just
a soft pressing of our lips together.  Wow.
	I stood there, trying to remember what planet I was on, while James
stood there and laughed at me.  It wasn't a mean-spirited laugh, really one
of amusement.  I was starting to get the impression that this guy found
humor in everything.
	I opened my door and led him into the apartment, pointing out
various things along the way.  While my keyboard in the corner distracted
him, I discreetly looked for my roommates.  No sign of them.  I walked over
and checked for messages, then I heard soft sounds of music.  I turned
around, and I saw James walking toward me from the stereo.  He had picked
one of my roommate Matt's soft jazz CD's.
	James took my hand and guided me to the couch.  This whole thing
was blowing my mind.  I had always been the aggressor in almost every
sexual situation I had ever been in, but now I was obediently following
this young man like a puppy... and I was enjoying every second of it, I
discovered.
	We sat on the couch and just stared into each other's eyes.  I felt
like I was in a pool of chocolate.  Those eyes were large, round, and
deep... I could feel myself falling with every second.  His face had to be
the most expressive face I had ever seen.  I felt like I could read his
mind.
	He smiled at me.  "So... what do you wanna do?" he asked slyly.
	I leaned toward him and began to kiss him again, softly.  He moaned
slightly, then began to reciprocate.  We sat there for who knows how long,
just kissing.  I love to kiss, and evidently he did as well.
	I started to move my hands up to his chest when he pulled away.  I
looked at him with some confusion.  "What's wrong?" I asked.
	He grinned at me.  "You think we're going to have sex, don't you?"
	The ever-present confusion I had been experiencing all evening
descended back on me.  "I guess... I mean, that was the impression I got
when you said you wanted to come to my place."
	He chuckled.  "Look, Dave, don't think I am a cock tease or
anything like that.  I think you can tell just by looking at me how much I
want you."  I looked him over.  His face was slightly flushed, he was
breathing a little heavy, and there was quite a bulge down in his crotch
area.  The things that told me the most were his eyes again.  They were
filled with lust, arousal, feeling.
	He touched my cheek.  "Talk to me, " he said softly.
	Confusion, again.  "About what?" I asked.
	He sighed.  "The reason I came here is so you could tell me what's
wrong."
	I moved away from him a little.  "What makes you think I even want
to talk about it?"
	James looked me in the eyes.  "You want to talk.  Every atom in
your body is screaming to talk.  You are putting up one of the best walls I
have ever seen, but you aren't hiding anything from me.  I can see it as
plain as day.  You are one of those guys who is desperate for someone to
talk to, but when somebody asks, you say nothing's wrong or that you don't
want to talk.  But there's a part of you that screams out to let it out,
for somebody to be persistent with you, to make you let it go.  You are
like an open book, Dave.  You don't ever let people get close to you, then
you go through intense pain because you don't have anybody who is close to
you."
	Damn, he was so close to the mark it was scary.  I could feel the
tears filling my eyes as he talked.  Then he touched my cheek again.  "Talk
to me," he said again.
	I talked.  I let out everything.  Every bit of anxiety and pain I
had been holding in for the last couple of days was forcefully let out.
All the while, James sat there, holding my hand and looking in my eyes,
giving me silent support.  I don't know how long we sat there on the couch,
but before I knew it, the CD changer had acted twice and we were listening
to one of my classical piano CDs.  I was crying openly, having let out
everything I had been holding in.
	I took in a ragged breath, trying to regain some lost control, when
James spoke again for the first time in hours.  "Don't do it Dave... I can
see the walls starting to come back.  Don't do it... let me stay in,
please."  I looked in his eyes, and those deep brown pools were teary
themselves.  I looked at him closely for the first time, and I saw that he
had also been crying... he had been crying for me, with me.  He seemed to
truly understand.  I felt an overwhelming need to touch him, but I was
scared.  As always, he saw right through me.
	"C'mere," he said, and pulled me into a fierce hug.  The tears
started up fresh as I received the emotional comforting I needed for the
first time in what seemed like forever.  I felt safe in his arms.  He
rubbed my back and whispered comforting words in my ears.  Finally, I let
him go.
	James sat there looking at me.  I finally looked up and met his
eyes, and he smiled at me again.  Not that lust-filled bad-boy grin, but
the smile, the one that spoke of love, innocence, and understanding.  I
realized something as I saw him sitting there.  I was falling fast and hard
for this guy.
	I reached back for some tissues, and blew my nose.  I handed him
some as well, and was lost in my own thoughts when I heard a loud honk.  He
was sitting there, looking right at me, and he blew his nose again as loud
as he could.  We both broke down in hysterics.  All the ups and downs of
the evening can to a head there as we rolled in laughter.
	We sat on my couch, holding our sides, when he turned to me again.
"I'm sorry if I was harsh with you earlier, but I had to find some way to
get through the wall, " he said.  "You really are complicated, Dave
Collins, but I think you're worth the effort.  I'm going to learn
everything about you."
	My heart was gripped with fear again.  "What if you don't like what
you find?" I asked quietly.
	He grinned.  "Oh, I am sure I will."
	He stood up and stretched that beautiful body.  "So, where am I
sleeping?"  he asked.
	I stood up beside of him.  "Well, I didn't know..."
	"If we were going to sleep together?" he finished for me.  I just
nodded.  He grinned again.  "Well, as much as I would love to, I think we
both know what will happen if we sleep in the same bed.  As much as I want
it, I think it would be best if we waited until we weren't so emotionally
wound up."
	I had to concede that he was right.  So, I made an offer.  "Couch
or bed?"
	He smiled.  "I'll take the couch."
	I immediately protested.  "No, you're a guest, and you've done so
much already.  I'll sleep out here, no problem."
	He laughed.  God, I loved that sound already.  "No way, I am not
going to deprive you of your bed.  Give in, dude, I won't budge."
	Lord, could I see that.  I gave in.  I got him some sheets, a
blanket, and one of my pillows.  I started in on the
if-you-need-anything-wake-me-up speech when he pulled of his shirt.  I
stopped in mid- syllable at the sight of that marvelous body.  James turned
and grinned again.  "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."
	"Okay, then... I guess I'll go to bed.  I'll leave the door open if
you need something, " I said.  I didn't realize how that could be taken
until he cracked up.  I shook my head.  "Pervert," I told him, which only
made him laugh more.
	"Only on the good days," he said.  James walked over to me and
hugged me again, then gave me a tender kiss.  "Good night," he whispered.
	"Night," I whispered back.  I walked into my room and took my
clothes off and got into bed, thinking all the while, I am falling hard.

End of Part II