Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 06:26:51 -0400
From: Andy Darko <niftyandydarko@gmail.com>
Subject: Channing's Visit Pt. 9

This story will contain sexual acts between two adult males. I am not, nor
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Channing's Visit - Chapter 9
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Well, I wonder if anyone reads this anymore...

There's not enough apologizing that I could do to explain how sorry I am to
keep you guys waiting. My life is a whirlwind and things have been insane.
But, just to prove to you that I am still alive (and so is this story!)
here is the next chapter! Big things are coming, I promise!

Thanks to Jonathon, Paul, Tyler, David, Dext, Michael, Faisal, Freddie,
Jason, Shannon, JA, Jacob, Joseph and John for the e-mails!

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	Channing's aura of emotional attachment continued throughout the
day, even when we took the horses out for a ride. While saddling them up,
he would shoot me small smiles or run a hand over my waist as he walked
past. We even had a literal roll in the hay when he decided to sneak up
behind me and tackle me into the straw. I emerged laughing and covered in
hay, much to his amusement.

	Meagan led the way around the ranch with the guys in tow. I
entertained myself by taking my horse, Leonardo, for a gallop around the
property. Crouched low in the saddle, I felt exhilarated as we zoomed
freely. All was going well until our approach sent a flock of birds
skyward, startling the horse. He reared violently and, in the process,
tossed me from the saddle. I curled into a ball as I hit the ground,
rolling to avoid any injury.

	Within seconds, the group was upon me. Meagan slowed as she
approached. "You good, Reagan?"

	I sat up and smiled. "I'm okay."

	She nodded, then spurred her horse forward to catch my retreating
mount. Channing wasn't a second behind, throwing himself from the saddle
and rushing over to me. "Babe, are you all right? Are you hurt?" He
frantically looked me over, checking arms and legs. He even started
prodding my head with his fingers, looking for blood I guess. I rolled my
eyes as I brushed him off.

	"I am perfectly fine. It's not the first time I've been unsaddled."

	"Are you sure?" he pressed. "Should we go to the hospital? Just to
make sure?"

	I playfully shoved him away, laughing. "When did you become such a
worrywart? I promise, I'm fine." He shook his head, stood and held out a
hand to help me up. "Sorry I'm concerned about my boyfriend's well-being."

	I took his hand and let him pull me up. As soon as I stood, I cried
out and grabbed my leg as I buckled. Channing was on me in an instant. "Oh,
my god, Reagan! What? What is it?"

	I couldn't help the devious grin that spread across my
face. "Gotcha."

	"Fuck. You."

	I burst into laughter, as did Joey, bringing a flush to Channing's
face. "Come on, Chan," Joey chided. "You should know better by now."

	"You're going to really be in trouble one day and I'm not going to
take you seriously," Channing growled, pointing a finger in my face. I
ignored him, choosing instead to take a friendly nibble at the tip of his
digit. He threw his arm around my neck and kissed me lightly. "You're
trouble, little man."

	"Would you like to be IN trouble?"

	"Perv."

	Meagan trotted up with my steed in tow, interrupting our
repartee. "You boys gonna dawdle all day or are we going to keep riding?"

	I took the reins from her and mounted the horse. "I think I'm going
to take Channing to the clearing. While the weather is nice." Meagan looked
up at the cloudless sky curiously, as if to ask, "˜Are you
anticipating rain?', but said nothing aloud. Channing's eyes lit up,
excited at the potential alone time. He reached for his own steed, but I
stopped him. "I'll drive." He paused, then placed his foot in the stirrup
and joined me in the saddle. His body was pressed alluringly close to mine,
a feeling I welcomed.

	With nothing but a glance backwards, I spurred my horse forward and
galloped off across the field and through a grove of trees. Channing held
his arms around me tightly, although whether it be because of the speed or
for romanticism, I'll never know. After a few minutes, the trees thinned
and we emerged into a picturesque clearing full of wildflowers of all
colors. The only sounds were the birds flitting across the span and the
gurgle of a nearby brook. It was near the water that I dismounted and tied
the reins up.

	"This is gorgeous," Channing said as he jumped down.

	"It's one of my favorite places to go," I replied, taking his hand
in mine. "There's rarely anyone around and it's completely cut off from the
world."

	"Kind of like you."

	I didn't take the remark offensively. Both he and I knew it to be
very true. "I wasn't always," I chuckled as we made our way through
knee-high flowers. "Believe it or not, I used to be quite the party
animal."

	"I can't picture that."

	"Oh, yeah," I continued. "Drinking all the time, staying up until
the wee hours of the morning. All that. Ask Meagan."

	"I'll be sure to," he quipped as I stopped him. He looked around
the field, then at me. "What are we stopping for?"

	I drew him close to my body and looked up into his green eyes. "I
know Meagan told you about what happened."

	His face scrunched into an expression of confusion. "What do you-?"
His eyes lit up in comprehension before he flinched like a kid that's been
caught lying. "Oh... oh. Babe, look, I'm sorry for being nosy. I just
didn't understand what-,"

	"You weren't being nosy," I cut in. "And, you don't have to
apologize. As a matter of fact, I need to apologize to you. For snapping at
you. For not trusting you enough to tell you what happened. It's
just... it's not something I like to think about and I certainly don't like
to talk about it. But, I promise to be more open with you from now on,
okay?"

	He cracked an endearing smile before speaking. "You tell me
whatever you want. Everybody has their secrets."

	It was no surprise that the moment led to a glorious makeout
session. The two of us held onto one another as if we might suddenly
disappear like a wisp of smoke. I gripped his shirt eagerly as he held my
face. We kissed for hours, days, months, I don't know. All I know is that
it felt wonderful.

	Then, something shifted in Channing's demeanor. His kiss seemed
distracted, tentative. I opened my eyes to see his eyes looking, not at me,
but behind me. I broke away from him and turned my head to look over my
shoulder. All the way across the field was a man with a camera pointing
towards the trees. I chuckled, already sure I knew what Channing's thought
was.

	"He's not paparazzi," I said to him, gripping his chin and forcing
him to look at me. "He's an amateur nature photographer. Probably out here
looking for birds."

	The paranoia in his voice was thick. "And, he just happened to be
here when we are?"

	"Channing, this is a forest. And, there happen to be animals in
it. Consequently, nature photographers come out here. Very rarely do
closeted celebrities and their boyfriends come here to make out. Loosen
up."

	"Reagan, if pictures of us like this come out-,"

	"Your reputation will survive, I'm sure."

	He raised an eyebrow. "I'm not worried about my reputation. I'm
worried about you."

	That statement threw me. "What... what do you mean?"

	He paused to run a hand through his hair and sigh. "Basically... I
don't know where this is going. You and I. But, I know that I can't stay
out here forever. And, when I do have to go back to my life... I want you
to come with me."

	"How is that something to worry about?" I chuckled, nuzzling up
next to him. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked down at me.

	"Babe, not saying anything against your personal fortitude,
but... Hollywood is a rough place. You've been alone for so long that I'm
worried it might be... a bit much for you. Hypothetically, if we did come
out as a couple, there would be interviews and photo shoots and premieres
and parties and a million different other things where people would want to
know anything and everything about you." The frustration was written all
over his face as he stood silent for a moment. "It was hard enough on you
to open up to me. I can't imagine what a full-scale celebrity boyfriend
status would do to you."

	I absorbed his words with a rapt attention, realizing that I
couldn't deny anything he had said. Describing my developing relationship
with Channing as tumultuous would be putting it mildly. Under the scrutiny
of the world, my life would become something even wilder.

	Unable to respond to his words, I sat down amongst the flowers and
motioned for him to do the same. In our new position, we were only visible
from the shoulder up and, even then, someone would have to look very hard
to find us in the midst of the flora. We sat studying each other for some
time before I turned my body away from him and scooted in between his legs,
pressing my back to his front. His arms wound around my torso encircling me
in his body.

	Unbidden, a thought came to me. "What about your baby?" I felt him
tense around me and realized that we had never broached the subject
before. When he didn't reply, I continued. "I mean... hypothetically, if we
were to continue..." I was hesitant to use the word "˜dating'. "If
we were continue seeing each other, what happens when your wife-,"

	"Ex-wife," he said sternly.

	"Right. Sorry. What happens when she has the baby? Do you expect me
to rush to the emergency room with you? Will she even allow me to be in the
same room as you, your families and your newborn child?" As I rambled on, I
could almost hear Meagan's voice in my head chiding me.

	Stop overanalyzing everything. Just take it one day at a time and
see how it works out. That's all you can do.

	Instead, I kept on. "And, what about when the baby grows up? How
will she take it knowing that, when it's with you, it's also with me? What
if she doesn't even like me? Hypothetically."

	Channing paused silently, making me think I had dug up too many
emotions. There hadn't been any mention of his divorce since I had sent off
the papers. And, I certainly hadn't postulated anything about our
future. Now, here I sat, throwing a million potential obstacles in our way
despite the fact that we had just overcome plenty.

	When he finally spoke, it was thoughtful and quiet. "Well, I can't
really answer most of those questions. But... I know that I want you,
hypothetically, to be a part of every aspect of my life, including raising
my daughter. And, Jenna will have to learn to respect and accept the man I
love as a part of it. Hypothetically."

	I elbowed him as he laughed at his mockery. I was so preoccupied
with his joking that it took me a minute to register what had just been
said. "What did you just say?"

	"I said she'll have to live with the decision I've made to be with
you."

	"That's not..." I cut myself off, realizing that Channing had
probably let that word slip. To press the issue might make it awkward, so I
simply squeezed his leg in appreciation and leaned against him. He kissed
my neck gently, the fuzz of his facial hair sending goosebumps over my
skin. Despite the weight of our conversation, I found myself lost in
bliss. Here, there was no dark pasts or familial responsibilities. There
were no careers to worry about, no ex-boyfriends or ex-wives.

	It was just the two of us.

	We sat like that for a long time, Channing surrounding me with his
body and me, staring off into the distance wondering how long this would
last. Part of me chastised myself for automatically placing an expiration
date on our relationship, but I had no clue as to how this could work
itself out, what with him being as famous as he was.

	Is.

	Will be.

	I suddenly felt a vibration on my backside. Channing jumped, then
sighed. "Sorry, babe. I'm sure that's business." He lay back on the flowers
and pulled his phone out, glancing at the screen. "Fuck. I have to take
this."

	He stood, leaving me with an empty presence behind me and began
pacing about the field as he answered. I watched observantly as he talked,
trying my best to gauge his mood as he spoke. For a time, he walked with
his free hand in his pocket, almost sheepish. Then, he stopped and his body
became rigid. I bit my bottom lip, sure that the news he was receiving
wasn't good. Sure enough, he ran his hand through his hair before looking
across the distance at me. He gave me what I'm sure he hoped was a genuine
smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

	His phone call ended after a few minutes, but it felt like an
eternity. When Channing finally returned, he plopped down next to me and
lay on the grass, heavy with the weight of his conversation.

	"What's wrong?" I asked, reclining next to him.

	He sighed, his hunter green eyes staring upwards. "Well... the news
is out."

	"Meaning...?"

	Another sigh, this time accompanied by a hand over his eyes. "The
world knows that I'm divorced. Apparently, Jenna went out and someone
noticed she didn't have her wedding band on. And, considering I haven't
been seen with her in weeks, it didn't take long for the rest to be figured
out. Some celeb gossip show just aired it."

	"I'm sorry, babe."

	He revealed his eyes and shrugged. "I'm not. Actually, I'm kinda
glad it happened. It's a little bit of closure." I gave him a smile and
placed my hand on his chest reassuringly. Channing took me by my wrist and
pressed my hand to his lips, kissing gently. Then, he pulled a little more
insistently, until my body was sprawled across his own. "Plus, it means
there's nothing keeping me from telling the world about us."

	I scoffed. "Except the fact that you are in the closet."

	Channing rolled, pinning me underneath his muscle, and attacked my
neck with pecks and kisses, evoking laughter from me.

	"That doesn't mean I'm going to stay in," he growled. "Not when I
have someone like you beside me."

	I blushed, the heat rising in my cheeks. "You're so indecisive."

	His brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

	"One minute you want to protect me from the horrors of Hollywood,
the next you want to parade me in front of the world," I replied
lightly. "Which one is it?"

	Channing shrugged before leaning in for a kiss. "I guess we'll just
wait and see." I chuckled as our lips locked, somehow content with his
answer. Maybe Meagan was right. Maybe there truly was no point in trying to
plan out every aspect of our future. Maybe I should be satisfied with the
moment by moment affections.

	Channing separated from me, eyes glossy with lust. "You ready to go
back? I'm getting hungry."

	"Sure. Besides, Meagan is probably talking Joey's ear off."

	He laughed as we stood and made our way back to my horse. I noted
that, as we climbed into the saddle, he was staring in the direction of the
nature photographer who was currently looking down into his camera. I
patted Channing's thigh reassuringly before spurring the horse forward and
towards the house.

	After securing our mount in the stables, we headed inside and were
greeted my Meagan and Joey's laughter. They were parked in front of the
television, drinks in hand. Surprise.

	"So, then," Meagan said between gasps of laughter. "He rolls off of
the pool table, knocking over every single cue stick in the bar as well as
anyone's drink in the vicinity, pinballs to the bathroom and proceeds to
puke everywhere EXCEPT the toilet! I had to bribe the bar owner just so he
wouldn't call the police on us!"

	I scowled as the two clutched their sides in mirth. "You are NOT
telling the story I think you are."

	"Oh, but I am!"

	Channing questioned me with a raised eyebrow.

	"Our twenty-first birthday. Also known as the night Meagan decided
to let me do all the drinking."

	Meagan snickered. "Lightweight."

	"Bitch."

	"Whore."

	"Cunt."

	Meagan's jaw dropped, then her eyes narrowed. "Touche, little
brother. You win this round. Hey, we ordered pizza so we can stay in
tonight before you guys have to leave tomorrow."

	"Who said we were leaving?"

	Joey raised his hand sheepishly. "Sorry. I have to get back to
L.A. and I kind of assumed we were leaving tomorrow. My flight is in the
afternoon."

	"Not a problem," Channing spoke up. "We can drop you off at the
airport on the way back to Reagan's. Right, babe?"

	"Sure. Although, I hate to see you go."

	Joey's smile lit up. "Hey, not all of us can afford the time to
take extended holidays like Chan. Some of us have work to do."

	"Eat it."

	"Only if you're the one serving."

	"Oh, happily, punk."

	"Let's go, then."

	I rolled my eyes. "Behave, Channing."

	His eyebrows lifted. "Are you taking his side? Because, you're
supposed to be MY boyfriend."

	I laughed as I plopped down next to Meagan. "I'm not taking
anyone's side. And, just because I'm dating you doesn't mean I
automatically take your side. I'm just saying."

	"Benedict Arnold."

	"Enough with the name calling!" Meagan half yelled, half
laughed. "Let's try and have a nice evening before I spend the day cleaning
my house."

	"I'll get the plates, then," I spoke up. "Channing, would you mind
grabbing the napkins and silverware?"

	"I'll get some drinks started," Joey volunteered.

	"And, I'll sit here and stand guard for the pizza," Meagan said,
throwing her feet up on the couch. I shook my head, amused, and made my way
to the kitchen. Channing and I set to our respective tasks, returning our
items to the living room. Within minutes the spread was complete and we
settled back into the den. The pizza arrived shortly after and we dove in,
laughing and chatting all the while.

	"So, Channing, you do know that I have to give you the Big Sister
talk," Meagan said as she sat back from her empty plate. Channing, mouthful
of pizza, turned and perked an eyebrow curiously. Joey sat up a little
straighter, grinning amusedly. I rolled my eyes. "Please don't," I groaned.

	Of course she ignored me. "Now, I know we just met this weekend,
but I like what I've seen so far. And, in saying that, I mean both of you
and of the relationship you have cultivated with Reagan."

	I couldn't stop myself from interrupting. "Pardon?
"˜Cultivated'? Have you rehearsed this?"

	"Yes, I have, now shut up before I forget what I want to say." With
a flip of the hair, she continued. "As much as I'm sure Reagan doesn't care
if I approve or not, I give you both as much of a blessing as I can. I want
you to make my brother happy in any way possible, but within reason because
he's kind of a brat. On the other hand, I will warn you that if you break
his heart, physically harm him or otherwise cause him distress, I will cut
you from stem to stern and choke you to death with whatever falls out. Got
it?"

	Channing nodded, looking stunned.

	I pinched the bridge of my nose, eyes shut. "Jesus, you are
embarrassing."

	"I've got to protect my fragile little brother," Meagan giggled. I
rolled my eyes so hard they hurt. Channing threw an arm around my shoulders
and kissed my cheek. "I think it's cute. Well, up to the cutting and
choking part."

	"She wouldn't do that to you," I said reassuringly. "Because I'd
have killed you myself by the time she got there."

	"Murderous rage runs in the family," Joey chimed in. "Good to
know."

	The laughs continued into the late hours of the night until we all
started to mellow. Joey was the first to go, curled up on the loveseat. I
volunteered to wake him as Meagan and Channing took the remaining food to
the kitchen. I sat on the couch and gently shook him by the
shoulder. "Joey," I whispered. "Time to hit the hay upstairs."

	He groaned quietly and turned, throwing an arm around my lap and
pressing his face to my hip. I chuckled to myself before attempting
again. This time, there was no response. Channing walked in, took one look
at the situation and shook his head. "That kid sleeps like a rock."

	"I can't get him up."

	"I can."

	He approached quietly, almost tip-toeing across the room. Then,
before I could stop him, he threw his arm back, geared up and smacked
Joey's ass harder than I could comprehend. With a scream and a flinging of
limbs, Joey sat up. He looked bemusedly at me, then at Channing, who was
now on the floor, incapacitated with laughter. "Ugh. Fuck you, Chan."

	"Sorry, Joey," I said. "I tried to wake you up and it didn't work."

	He responded with a yawn as he rolled off of the
couch. "Thanks. Just wake me up tomorrow morning whenever you guys get up."
As he left the room, he kicked at Channing, prompting more laughter. I
waited until his door had closed to wriggle my way onto Channing's lap. His
smile lingered as I kissed him, his hands resting on my hips.

	"Mm, pizza," he snickered. I ignored him, meeting his lips with
mine once again. He must have sensed my need for contact because his hands
wandered. One rested gently on the back of my neck. The other crept slowly
up the back of my shirt. My skin bumped up at the sensations. "Think you
can behave until we get home tomorrow?" I asked, our lips so close they
were still touching.

	"I don't know. That's like... fifteen hours. Promise it'll be worth
the wait?"

	"You know it will."

	His hand slid from my back down the seat of my pants, grabbing and
squeezing. My back automatically arched, breaking our oral contact. I was
in the throes of some serious arousal as I opened my eyes.

	And saw Meagan staring down at us, arms crossed. "Seriously? I give
you my blessing and you bang it out on my Persian rug?"

	"We weren't -,"

	"Shut it, whore. I'll see you in the morning."

	She ascended the stairs and disappeared into her room, leaving
Channing and I alone. He looked at me sheepishly. "She's... quite the
charmer, huh?"

	"And, about a subtle as a brick." I kissed him again before
climbing off of his lap. "Come on, babe. Let's get to bed." He held onto my
hands as we left the living room and headed upstairs, wrapping his big arms
around me as we reached the landing. His lips were on my neck, my
shoulders, my ears, anywhere they could reach.

	And, me?

I was in heaven.
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