This is my first story, and yet I think the hardest thing to write so far has been this header. I’ll say it simply: if you’re reading this and you aren’t supposed to, then just don’t get caught. If I told you not to read it I’d be a hypocrite, because that’s exactly what I’d do in your position, and I can hardly blame you for being curious at the very least. But be warned-this story contains sexual innuendo concerning innocent acts between two boys: myself and Zachary Hanson. None of it actually happened, or indeed ever will, I’m sure, but hey, I can dream can’t I? No slight intended on Mr. Hanson, of course, for whom I have the utmost respect and regard.


Please note that, unlike the other post, this one might require a little background reading on the part of the less-imaginative reader to understand the implications of Malinga's presence.  (I'm sure the more imaginative reader won't want my take on it-theirs is likely to be much more interesting :)  This is not meant to disrupt your reading pleasure, but be assured that it is central to the flow of the story.  At least for now, anyway.  I of course reserve the right to change whatever the hell I want later on if I come up with something better.  If you would like the rest of the story, the address is listed at the bottom of this page.  -DSR

I think I'd also like to take the time now to dedicate this whole damn mess to Jarod.   Without him, none of this would have been possible, or even highly probable.   In fact, our meeting was nothing less than an infinite improbability, and our love is one in a gazillion.  He makes every light golden, and every sight seem new.   -DSR

Another note (last one, I promise):  The title for this chapter is way too bland, and I'm looking for a better one.  Please mail me with suggestions.

Bastian and Hanson:  "Complications - and Simplifications"   (b/b celeb)

Two minutes went by and I was starting to feel restless. I wanted to get up, but I didn’t know what to do or what to say. The cum in my shorts was getting cold and felt sticky and I wanted to get it out, but I didn’t want to leave Zac lying on the floor by himself. I wasn’t gasping for breath any more, and I was starting to get cold. My indecision was cut short by the entrance of Taran, on his way to the kitchen for cokes. I yanked my hand out of Zac’s, but Taran saw us laying on the floor before we had the chance to get up. Oh, shit, I thought as I saw the look in his eyes.

"Hey you guys, you want some cokes?" He asked innocently. I sighed in relief. He hadn’t noticed anything.

"Um, yeah, sure, I guess," Zac said, as surprised as I was. He was watching Taran intently until he disappeared through the door.

"Dude, you think he knows what’s up?" I whispered.

"Naw. Anyway, I’m gonna go take a shower."

"Me too," I said, and I left for my room. I thought about joining him but blew it off. I didn’t want the world to know.

Jeez, I thought. How could I have been so stupid? Kissing Zac Hanson? HANSON?! What the hell had I been thinking? I must have been insane! There was no way! And now this? What the hell was I doing? I mean, if Taran found out, or worse, Mr. Masterson, I’d be dead. He’d kill me. I mean, I could kill their career if the world ever found out. There was no way I could let something like that happen again. No way. Never. I just had to forget that it ever happened. It was great and all, but I’d just have to accept the fact that we could never do it again, and that after the week was over I could never see him again and I could never tell anyone what happened. All of a sudden I felt alone again.

I started yanking my clothes out of the suitcase that Mr. Masterson must have packed for me, throwing them all over the room in a rage. I was crying, silently so as not to attract attention, and my whole world came crashing down around me once again as I felt the most important person in my life go slipping through my fingers while I had to stand by and watch helplessly. I grabbed a pair of underwear and pants and strode purposefully into the bathroom. I turned on the water full blast and peeled off my pants and stepped in. I was so mad at the world I didn’t even notice that the water I’d turned on was freezing cold instead of moderately warm. I gave a yelp of surprise, but the shock had at least broken my trance.

As the water started to heat up I thought back to when I’d first seen Zac, sitting at the table, and then with the straw in his mouth. Then on the table with cokes flying everywhere. And then when Taylor said something about Zac missing his target, and I realized who he was talking about. Zac really did like me, I thought. But no, I couldn’t let this continue. I had to tell him that we couldn’t do this ever again.

And yet I fell asleep that night with Zac on my mind. I hadn’t left my room after taking my shower, and Taran was still playing games with them a few rooms over. There were plenty of rooms, so each of us could have our own, but I just figured that since Taran’s stuff was in this one that he’d sleep in the other bed. I started to rub myself while thinking about Zac and what we did. I got hard again, and it felt really good. I could feel him kissing me again, his arms wrapped around me, my hands on his arms, pulling him to me. I could feel his hips jerk into mine again, and then all of a sudden I spurted, soiling a second pair of shorts that evening. Oh well, I thought as I shucked them off and found a new pair. But inside my heart was breaking.

"Not bad," Malinga said, reappearing out of the darkness, "but if I were you I’d forget about the guilt thing."

"Huh?" I said, slowly realizing where I was. "You asshole, you set me up!"

"Absurd. You did everything by yourself and you know it. The question is, what are you going to do now?" I stammered a few half-retorts but without any heart. I realized he was right, and that the whole thing was my fault.

"I....I don’t know," I stammered.

"Do you love him?"

"Well, kinda....."

"I thought so."

"But you said last time I had to make a choice. I don’t remember ever making one. I don’t think I ever got the chance to."

"Of course you did. You could have averted any one of the things that have happened so far, but you haven’t. I’m really quite proud of you. I didn’t expect you to adjust so quickly."

"You mean, you were watching the whole time," I asked, blushing. I felt a pit form in my stomach.

"Of course. I have a vested interest in your relationship."

"But how......I mean, how can you see what’s going on down there without actually being there? I thought you had to be there to see what was going on." For some reason the thought that he’d been watching only seemed natural, and I got over the shock quickly. Malinga took a few steps closer and stood right in front of me.

"Turn around," he said. I turned around to see more darkness. "Look into the darkness."

"What am I looking for?"

"Imagine the Earth," he said, and I did. All of a sudden the Earth popped into view in front of me.

"Now think your way to the hotel and into your room. Imagine the doors, the walls, even the floor." I did this and was surprised to see the image change, like it was zooming in. And then we were in my bedroom at the hotel. I could see myself laying on my bed, my clothes thrown everywhere. It looked like a tornado blew through.

"Now let’s go see Zachary," he said. He manipulated the image, and all of a sudden we were in Zac’s room. He was alone in bed, sleeping. My heart caught in my throat at the sight of him so peaceful like that. It was so surreal, and I started to get hard again. He was so beautiful, I thought, so perfect.

"He’s not asleep. He’s thinking about you right now."

"Wha? How do you know that?" I demanded. "You can read his mind?"

"I told you last time, I can read your mind when you are thinking about something particularly strongly. Right now he’s thinking about you, and you are thinking about him." I blushed when he said this, but he shrugged it off.

"So why did you bring me back here, huh? Just so you could tell me how great I was doing?"

"Yes. I thought you could use some morale boosting" he said deprecatingly. "That, and I thought you might like to talk about it. I know how worried you are that you’re going to lose him, but believe me, that’s not going to happen. You can stop worrying about it. And you don’t have to worry about Taylor or Dean, either, because they already know how Zac feels for you and how you feel for him. They see themselves in you and they’re not going to say anything to embarrass you. They’re actually quite fond of you, you know. You should know that if you ever need help with something you can go to them. Oh, and Taran’s parents won’t mind at all. I’ve talked with them as well, and they love you very much. Now, if your mind is sufficently at rest, then it’s time for you to be getting back."

"Wait! You set this whole thing up, didn’t you? You made it so that Taran and I would get to spend the week with them instead of someone else. You somehow convinced Taran’s parents to let us go. You made me tired so I’d go to bed early so you could talk to me. You-"

"Yes yes yes, I did all of that, just so you could fall in love with Zachary and he with you. And now you have and you’re happier than ever before. I even calmed him down for a day so he could take notice of his emotions and not go insane; and you as well, which is why you both were so tired today. You couldn’t have opened your mind to him if your body hadn’t been weakened, so I took care of it. Now that your mind has broken free, though, you don’t need to be tired to notice how much you love him. Hang on, kid, your life just got interesting. You can thank me later but right now you really must be getting back. You’re going to have a visitor any minute and we don’t want you to be late. And don’t worry, Taran’s not going to sleep in your room tonight."

"Wha? Who?" I asked, but I blacked out just as the words passed my lips. I had the distinct feeling I was being manhandled.

"HUH?!" I said, bolting upright. I saw Zac in the shadows next to my bed with his hands out in front of him.

"Woah, don’t kill me, man."

"Huh? Oh, sorry. What’s up?" I said, wiping my eyes.

"Nothing," he said. Then he said quietly, "Well, I couldn’t sleep, you know? You mind if I lay down?" He asked, pointing to the covers. What the hell, I thought, and I pulled the sheet back and he got in. I lay back down next to him.

"You were talking in your sleep, you know. What were you dreaming about?"

"What? I don’t remember." A few seconds later what he said hit me. "Hey! I don’t talk in my sleep!"

"Yeah you do," he giggled at my reaction.

"Oh, right, so what was I saying, huh?"

"I don’t know. It sounded like "who?" You just kept saying it over and over. It sounded so cool."

"What? Zac, you’re weird," I said.

"Me?! You’re the one who was talking in his sleep. You’re the weird one." I grinned. I turned and started singing in as bad a voice as I could, which was pretty bad.

"Isn’t it weird? Isn’t it strange?" He grabbed his pillow and tried to suffocate me, but I kept singing. It isn’t easy to sing and laugh hysterically at the same time, I found out.

"A place in the sun," I croaked as he started bouncing on my chest.

"Dude, shut up! You can’t sing! Stop! Please!" He yelled, laughing as loud as he could to shut out my singing. I stopped, but I grabbed him and rolled over on top of him. We were both hyper now, and it quickly degenerated into a wrestling match, neither one of us intent on winning. It ended when we thumped to the floor, wrapped up in the sheets, exhausted and laughing our asses off. Our hard-ons were raging between us, and now that we were all tied up and tired we were forced into a position in which they had to be addressed. Zac pressed his into me, his arms wrapped around my waist, held there tightly by the sheet we were wound up in. He looked me in the eye and grinned. I grinned back, fighting a nagging feeling that we shouldn’t be doing this.

"You wanna?" He asked.

"Um, okay," I said.

"This time I get to kiss you first, okay?" He whispered. I wasn’t about to disagree with an angel.

"Whatever you say," I said, closing my eyes and waiting. I could feel his soft breath on my face, smelling like minty toothpaste. Then I felt his lips touch mine, gently. They felt so soft and warm as he pressed them into mine. All of a sudden I needed to feel him in my arms, and I wrapped around him, pulling him to me tightly. He helped, and I could feel his heart trying to pound through his chest. I could feel his hard-on pressing against my leg; I could feel it so clearly it was like we weren’t wearing any pants.

Which was clearly what Zac had in mind. The sheet, wrapped around us as it was, held his hands by his sides, which meant they were held down by my sides as well. He slid them around my back and held my waist to his, his pinkies sliding under my shorts only slightly. I could tell he was tense about what he was trying to do, but I didn’t want to break our kiss to tell him it was okay. Instead I just took my hands and slid one up to his neck and the other to his hips, holding onto the side of one cheek lightly through his shorts. He and I both slept in nylon shorts, which surprised me. I thought I was the only one in the world that did that. The cool thing I discovered about nylon that night is that, while it certainly spots when you get it wet, it also lets the hands move over the skin with the most wonderful sensations that aren’t possible with any other fabric. With the sensations I’d felt earlier in mind, I slowly began to rub my hand over the nylon-covered skin of his hip and thigh without actually touching his rear. I didn’t want to seem to needy. Yet.

The double layer of nylon also meant that we could slide our hard-ons against each other freely and it felt great. It was like getting a little massage, and it had us over the top faster than I could ever have imagined. The whole time we were rubbing against each other in every which way we’d managed to hold our kiss. We also ended up holding hands halfway through, rubbing the other’s against ourselves. Zac went first, forcing my hands over the front of his thighs between us, causing him to quiver before turning his hands over to me. Instead of having them in-between us, though, which was completely unacceptable at this point, I told them to get behind me, and they decided to rub the tops of my rear. There’s something about having someone touch the top of your ass that’s different from having them grip it and cup it in their hands. And having them rub it through nylon when your hard-ons are smashed together is something out of this world. It’s like you want to push your butt out so they grab it tighter and at the same time you want to push forward because of the great feelings you get from doing so. It was amazing.

Zac’s feet were going crazy, too. He was feeling so good he couldn’t keep still. His legs were trembling as he rubbed himself against me, and then again when I rubbed back. Once he got his hands around me his feet started to twitch, rubbing against mine, getting behind mine, locking our legs toghether. At this point I was ready to explode, I was reaching new levels of emotional overload. I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. The sheet was tighter than ever before, holding us together even when our hands weren’t. It was so wonderful. It was like half the work was being done for us, which meant we could focus on what we were feeling instead of what we were doing.

And then suddenly his lips opened slightly, and he moaned down my throat as he spurt, his juices jumping out of his spasming dick. I could feel his dick twitch just as I gasped and felt my heart jump into my mouth for the third time that day. He held himself still against me, savoring the moment. Our chests were slightly slick from our exertions, but it felt good, not like when you just got done running a mile and you feel dirty-sweaty. I inhaled and was greeted with the smell of pure Zac-that golden smell of strawberry shampoo and country air and everything else that’s good and worth smelling. Even his sweat smelled good, adding overtones to the other smells and somehow making them uniquely his.

I heard him giggle into my throat as he realized what I was doing. Okay, so I’m addicted to Zac. Probably the most addictive and dangerous drug in the world, and yet somehow it managed to slip by my teachers, my parents, and somehow the whole world. The FDA probably never heard of it, and I was knackered after only two doses.

Then his giggling stopped. I kissed him a little more and then realized he wasn’t kissing me back. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, a look of surprise on his face.

"What?" I whispered. I thought maybe I had something in my hair. His eyes slid from my face to look into my eyes. Like before I was suddenly lost in him, swimming through infinity. It was the warmest feeling I ever felt, like I was in another place entirely. It was like I wanted to kiss him, touch him, just do anything with his face it was so beautiful, but I didn’t want to stop looking at him. I don’t know how long I was like that, but when he finally broke the stare the sweat on our bodies had dried. It was so mysterious, I thought, and I loved the feeling even more for that. Then the spell was broken, and I saw a look of awe on his face. His hands were wrapped around me, hugging me close.

"I love you," he whispered to me, and the look of pure devotion on his face confirmed it. I soaked him up, taking in his beauty, the aura around his face, the halo resting on his whispy hair.

"I love you too," I said hesitantly. Not because I wasn’t sure, because I was, but because I didn’t want to break the silence-it was just too precious, like a moment I could live my whole life in. He scooted down in the sheet and rolled me onto my back, laying his head down on my chest and heaving a sigh of contentment. He started to kiss my chest, but it tickled and I started to giggle so he stopped.

"Hey Bastian?"

"Hmm," I mumbled, closing my eyes and feeling his weight on me.

"How come you like the way I smell? Everyone else just tells me I stink, but you don’t. Why?"

"I don’t know. Do you think I stink?"

"Of course not," he said quickly. "You smell great." He reinforced this by taking a huge sniff, his nose tickling my neck. Then he looked up at me.

"You know what I like about you? Besides the way you smell, I mean?" He asked.

"You’re not going to make me guess are you?"

"No, of course not. I like your freckles. I love your hair, the way it sits up instead of laying down like mine does."

"Is that all? You like me for my hair?"

"No," he giggled, "I like your feet, too. I think they’re cute. I don’t mean the rest of you isn’t," he said quickly. "Your cuter than anyone I’ve ever seen."

"Really? You like my freckles? I always thought they were ugly."

"Don’t be silly. I think they’re cute. They make you look cool. Especially when you smile. Then they really look cool. People like me just look plain with our pale skin. I wish I had freckles. They make your eyes look really blue, too. I wish I had blue eyes like you do. Your nose isn’t much to look at from down here, though," he said, grinning. I didn’t say anything and we laid there for a little while longer. I could feel his breath becoming regular, and I was about to doze off when he spoke again.

"Hey, Bastian?" He whispered.


"Do you believe in love at first sight?" He asked quietly. I thought for a second before answering. Ever since Zac and I kissed, my whole life had changed, and all of it for the better. I’d finally found someone that I could feel close to, someone I could share things with that I couldn’t share with anyone else, even Taran. I’m not sure how to put it, because Taran’s still my best friend and all and there’s nothing I’d keep from him, but for some reason it’s different. I still like him a lot, but I don’t like him like I like Zac. And it certainly wasn’t because of the way he smelled, although that definitely made it easier. I never thought anyone’s smell could be so electrifying. There was something about him, something special, that made him seem so precious to me, so amazing that I just had to be with him. I didn’t know what else to call it but love.

"I do now," I decided, stroking his back and closing my eyes. "I do now."

And then we drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

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