Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 12:55:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: iaSoN MiNK <minkiason@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Funky Avatar part 6

This is a work of gay erotic fiction.  All similarities in real life
including the band are unintentional and purely coincidental.  This work is
copyrighted by the author and may not be copied or distributed in any form
without the written permission of the author, who may be contacted at:
minkiason@yahoo.com

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MY FUNKY AVATAR part 6

I found myself sitting outside a caf^Â, drinking my third cup of cappuccino
to calm my nerves.  I couldn't bring myself to accept the fact that I had
lost my job.  I did not even consider explaining the truth in my defense,
because I knew how stubborn and hard- headed my boss is.  And not to
mention he is a close-minded homophobic.  He was probably disappointed at
letting me go, because he always said I was one of the employees he could
be proud of.  Now, I didn't think he still felt that way.  At least, Mr.
Gonzales gave me a graceful exit, and didn't fire me.  What will I do now?

"Rough day, huh?" Sam said behind me.  "I had an idea this was bound to
happen.  I left work as soon as you sent me a text message."

I turned around and my best friend walked towards me.  She put her hand on
my shoulder and gave me an "everything-will-be-okay" smile.  I immediately
noticed she was with someone.

"Why are you here, Adam?" I said, with my head bowed down, unable to say
anything else.  I was supposed to be mad at him for jinxing me.  I was
supposed to end everything between us.  But, somehow, I couldn't.  I
couldn't really figure out how his presence was comforting me, making me
feel at ease in this confusing situation.

"I want to see if you're okay," he replied.  The concern in his face was
genuine, but I was too bewildered.

"So what do you think?" I asked sarcastically.  "Of course I'm not okay.  I
had myself labeled as a gay stalker, and I just lost my job.  Is there
anything worse that can happen in a single day?"

Both Samantha and Adam remained silent.  Maybe they thought it was good for
me to let out all my frustrations instead of keeping them all in.

"I guess you know what happens between us, Adam," I said with finality.
"I'm sorry, but you lost the deal."

"Can you give him a second chance?" Sam asked.  Adam was looking down as if
searching for things to say.  "I mean, things will turn out right in the
end, and you two must work together in fixing up this mess."

"I didn't notice you're on his side now," I shot back at her.  "I'm the
victim here.  To tell you honestly, I'm lost.  I don't know where to start
picking up the pieces.  Of all people, Sam, you know that my family is not
well off, and that's why I'm willing to work all day and night just to help
out."

"What will I do now?  What will my parents say if they find out about this?
I left my home in search of good fortune here in the city and I ended up
being outed to the whole country? And you're telling me to give Adam a
second chance? Have you forgotten he was the one who started all this? The
least you could do is understand me," I broke down, tears flowing down my
face.

Sam rushed to my side and hugged me tight.  I leaned my head on her
shoulder and cried my heart out.  The weight of the situation suddenly fell
down on me, and I was unprepared.  Adam was motionless throughout my rants,
his fists clenched with resolve.

"I'm sorry," Adam said, after my tears subsided. "Stay with me, Ryan, and
I'll give you all the money you need."

 My heart pained to see him troubled.  And the more my heart pained, the
more I got angrier at him.  "Get lost," I shouted.  "You're quite
insensitive.  What do you think of me, a whore?"

I noticed many people were already tuned in to our little soap opera in the
caf^Â.  When are things going to get better? I asked myself.  I even
remembered how pathetic I was when I told myself I got nothing to lose and
I could risk everything with Adam.  I think I just lost my mind.
Everything's becoming a blur.  The last thing I remember is Adam's face
near mine, whispering, "I'm here, Ryan. I'm here."

*

When I regained consciousness, I found myself inside Adam's hotel room
again.  Sam was sitting at the foot of the bed, reading a magazine.  She
beamed at me when she noticed I was already awake.

"You're one lucky guy, Ryan," she said, almost in a whisper.  "Look at him,
he's damn gorgeous.  I wonder what you did to him."

The singer was asleep sitting beside me.  I realized his hand was holding
mine, and it felt normal.  A wave of peace entered me as I watched him
snore softly.  How can I stay mad at this guy?  Somehow, being close to him
cast away all my troubles, and the thought made me feel giddy inside.

"He doesn't think of you as a whore," Sam continued.  "You misunderstood
what he was saying.  He wants to offer you a job, and with a far better
salary than your last.  If you are willing to accept, that is."

"As if I have a choice," I conceded.  "He won't take no for an answer."

"Well, look at the time," Sam said flamboyantly, glancing at her watch.  I
knew she was acting.  "My boss is going to fire me.  So I guess
everything's alright between you guys?"

I turned to Adam and his eyes were already opened.  He gave me a faint
smile, and I became anxious.  I withdrew my hand and sat up, tensed.  He
was waiting for my response.  "Um, I don't know," I stammered.  "A lot of
things are running through my mind right now, and I want them sorted out."

"To put it simply, Ryan loves you but doesn't know how to say it," Sam
joked at Adam, who seemed disappointed with my reply.  "I should leave you
two lovebirds alone, so you can 'sort things out'."

Adam escorted her to the door and they talked for a while before my best
friend left.  I should have come with her if I was feeling well, but at
that moment, I was still weak.  Besides, a heart to heart conversation with
him is probably what I needed.  He returned with a glass of water, and
handed it to me.  An awkward silence filled the room.

"She trusts you," I said after drinking.  "I know she wouldn't leave me
behind with a stranger, twice."

"I'm glad you're okay," he said, taking a seat beside me.  "I was really
worried when you fell unconscious, but the doctor said all you need is
rest."

"Is that why I am in your hotel room?" I asked without thinking first.

"I don't want to risk going to another public place with you," Adam
answered.  "If I went with you to the hospital, the rumors will get worse.
I called in my doctor to check on you here. He said your body can't handle
too much stress.  He even left you some pain relievers if you get a
headache."

"Thanks," I embarrassedly said.  I believed him.

"So, about what Samantha joked earlier," Adam said, fumbling with his
fingers. "Is it true that you love me?"

I didn't know how to react.  But a little voice inside me shouted, "I'd
choose my avatar over my job anytime of the day".

"Yes."  It was his turn to blush.  I could swear at that moment, Adam
looked like a child receiving everything on his Christmas wish list.
Seeing him happy made me happy.  I figured I was connected to him that way.

"On one condition," I told him jokingly. "Give me a job."

"God, that's easy" he said, as if I were serious about it.  His eyes were
twinkling with excitement.  "You'll be my personal assistant.  You get to
go to all our concerts.  We'll be together all the time.  We'd tour the
country and visit beautiful places."

"It appears to me that you have been planning this all along," I deduced.
His promises warmed my heart.  "But I don't know how to work as a personal
assistant."

"Just be by my side and help me with things. That's all there is to it," he
said with confidence.  "And as a bonus, you get to see me naked when I'm
changing clothes."

He knew when to push the right buttons.  In that short span of time, he
replaced my anxiety with happiness and then lust.  My problems seemed to be
light years away.  The only thing my mind can process is the hot stud in
front of me.  I was getting horny by the minute.

"You're a jerk, you know?" I said, laughing.  "As if I'd take advantage of
you."

"I'm not sure about that," he said, leaning in.  "I know you couldn't
resist me."

He was right.  I closed the gap between us and we kissed.  His lips were
simply a delight.  They were soft and manly, and I couldn't get enough.
When we finished, both of us were gasping for air.

"Wow." Adam's voice was raspy.  He was about to take his shirt off but I
stopped him.

"I want to rest," I lied.  In fact, we were pretty heated up I was afraid
I'd lose control.  I tucked myself into Adam's bed and pretended I was not
feeling well.  The singer sighed in understanding, though deep down he was
expecting more.

"I see," he resigned.  "Since you already have my bed, the sofa in the
living room should be my next choice.  Tomorrow we'll be busy, so you
should rest up.  I'd have to introduce you to the band when you're already
recovered."

Yeah, there'll always be another day ahead, I thought.  But as long as I'm
with Adam, I'll be fine.  I was going to hold on to his promises if it's
the last thing I do. Come to think of it, my life really depended on him.
He better not fail me.

"Don't you want to sleep beside me?" I said as seductively as I could
before he walked out on me.  His eyes glimmered again of desire.  "But no
touching or feeling or something nasty," I added.

That was enough invitation for Adam.  He almost jumped me.  He wrapped his
strong arms around me and nuzzled his nose at my neck.  I was a little
ticklish at that area and it made me giggle like a girl, if not to my
embarrassment.  For five minutes we wrestled on his bed, but in the end, we
lay there spent, with him spooning me from my back.  I could feel his
semi-erect cock pushing against my butt.

"I'm intoxicated by your scent," he whispered.  "The longer I'm with you,
the more I become certain you are my soul mate."

"You're just sweet talking me to get into my pants," I told him.  "But
you're not getting any tonight."

"I love you," he said.  "Damn, I have loved you even before I met you.  I
have dreamed about you every single night.  It was you, Ryan.  God knows it
was you in my dreams."

Something warm dropped on my neck, and I was surprised to find my avatar
silently weeping behind me.  I held him close.  There was a vulnerable side
to him after all.  Perhaps, because of his status as a celebrity, he had to
live up to the macho image of a matinee idol to keep up their album sales.
Maybe this was the real Adam, a sensitive soul desperate to find love.

"So don't tell me things like 'it's over' or 'I'm leaving'," he went on,
but this time with more authority, "because I worked and prayed so hard to
find you.  And now that you're by my side, I'm not letting you go."

"I didn't know you were such a crybaby," I joked, trying to lighten up his
mood.  He smiled.

"Yeah, I let it come out once in a while, just to keep it in check."

"Sing me a lullaby, Adam," I requested.  I might as well abuse the
attention he's been giving me, and there's no better way than for him to
sing exclusively for me.  He sat up and began stroking my hair. He started
singing 'I don't want to miss a thing' by Aerosmith, and chills went down
my spine.

"I can stay awake just to hear you breathing, Watch you smile while you are
sleeping, While you're far away and dreaming, I can spend my life in this
sweet surrender, I could stay lost in this moment forever, Coz every moment
spent with you is a moment I treasure, I don't want to close my eyes, I
don't want to fall asleep coz I'd miss you babe, And I don't want to miss a
thing..."

Adam ended the song with a kiss on my cheeks.  He sang as though he meant
every word.  He made me feel special.  I had a contented smile and my eyes
were closed, replaying his song in my head.

After a few minutes, he must have thought I had fallen asleep.  He got up
and dialed a number on his mobile.

"Looks like I won the bet, Wolf," Adam said proudly to the drummer of the
Avatars, who was on the other line, "I got him where I want him to be."

Adam was wise enough to continue the conversation away from me, and moved
to the living room.  I swallowed a big lump that formed in my throat.
Everything's just a fa^Çade, an act.  My world is breaking into pieces.  I
felt like I've been stabbed in the heart.

"Please God," I prayed quietly, my tears flowing down against my
will. "Don't do this to me."

I should cry myself to sleep, I thought, because I don't have the courage
or the energy to bring up the issue to Adam.  Tomorrow, maybe I could do
it.  If not, maybe the day after, or the week after.  I guessed it would be
best if just ignored what I heard and continue living the pretentious life
with my avatar, and go on with his plans like the deluded fool that I am.
Yes, I reassured myself, it's better than nothing.

To be continued...

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