Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2001 04:05:54 EDT
From: Barik02@aol.com
Subject: Days Of Our Summer - Part Six

This story is a work of fiction based on characters from the NBC soap
operas "Days Of Our Lives" and "Passions."  It is not meant to imply the
true sexual behavior of the actors playing these characters, or the
characters themselves.

"Days Of Our Lives" and it's characters are trademarks of and copyright
Corday Productions Inc., in association with Columbia Pictures Television.

"Passions" and it's characters are registered and belong to NBC and Outpost
Farms, Ltd.

If you are underage, you probably shouldn't read this.
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"Days Of Our Passion, Part Three"
by rychard on April 11, 2001

	Shawn Brady looked out the window of his suite at the Harmony Inn.
The full moon shone brightly in the New England sky.  It was almost eight
o'clock, and he was expecting three visitors any minute now.
	Earlier, during the first day of his vacation in Harmony, he ran
into fellow Salemite Austin Reed, who was in Harmony on Titan business.
Austin had introduced him to two Harmony residents he had befriended:
Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald and Ethan Crane-Winthrop-Bennett-Whatever.  It
seemed that no one in this town had one last name.  As they all sat and ate
lunch, they had begun telling each other about their love lives, and how
the women in their lives brought nothing but unnecessary drama.  They had
agreed to meet at Shawn's suite for a drama free evening of a Men's Night
Out.
	Normally, Shawn would be on pins and needles awaiting the arrival
of these three beautiful men.  But ever since leaving his home town of
Salem, he had been missing his boyfriend Jason.  Jason was supposed to have
come with him to Harmony, but was put on restriction by his parents and had
to stay home.  So Shawn's plan of finally telling Jason that he loved him
was put on hold.  And now Shawn's loyalty to Jason would be put to the
ultimate test as he was forced to spend the night with three sexy men.
	Shawn decided he needed to hear Jason's voice now more than ever,
as he walked over to the phone.  As he picked it up, the doorbell rang.  He
let out a sigh, and hung up the phone, mentally preparing himself to face
the temptation behind door number one.
	As he walked to the door, he glanced at his reflection in a hanging
mirror.  One fleeting thought entered his mind: "I have nothing to worry
about," he thought, "these guys are all straight.  The only betrayal I
could commit would be emotional, and I can beat that.  I just have to stay
strong and remember that each one of these guys is straight."
	Shawn opened the door to reveal Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald.
	"Am I the first one here," Miguel asked.
	"Yep," Shawn replied, as he moved aside to let his guest in.
	"Good," Miguel said, "because there's something I have to tell
you."
	Shawn closed the door the turned to face Miguel, who was looking
more than attractive in his burgundy shirt and tight blue jeans.
	"What is it," Shawn asked.
	"I can't believe I'm gonna say this," Miguel began, "I don't think
I've ever said it out loud.  But there's something about you that makes me
feel like I can finally say it.  Like it's fate or something.  Shawn,
I'm...I'm gay."
	Silence filled the room as Miguel's declaration shattered Shawn's
defense shield.
	"Miguel, I--I--" Shawn stammered.  The doorbell rang again.  "I'll
get it."
	Shawn turned back around, to open the door.  He was greeted by
Austin and Ethan, who were both carrying brown paper bags
	"The men have arrived," Austin declared.
	"With everything imaginable that a man's man would need," Ethan
continued.
	"That's right," Austin said, as he and Ethan walked into the suite.
"We got beers, beers, and more beers."
	"Um," Shawn began, "aren't Miguel and I a little underage for
that?"
	"Who said they were for you," Ethan laughed.


	A couple of hours and many beers later, Ethan and Austin were
sprawled across the couch, watching images fly by on the TV screen as
Austin hastily flipped through the channels.  Shawn and Miguel were sitting
in chairs on opposite sides of the couch.  They hadn't said more than two
words to each other since the older guys arrived.
	Shawn knew that it took a lot of courage for Miguel to come out to
him, but he also knew it would take twice as much courage for himself to
resist the temptations inside of him to get passionate with the young
Lopez-Fitzgerald.  He had to remain true to Jason, who would be waiting for
him back home.
	Shawn was staring mindlessly at the passing images on the TV, and
was caught off-guard when Austin finally decided to stick with one channel.
	"Oh yeah," Austin said, through a drunken slur, "look at this."
	Shawn watched the TV for a moment, and before long, he recognized
the poor production value and horrible acting of late-night cable soft-core
porn.
	"Oh great," Shawn mumbled to himself.
	"What," Ethan leaned over to ask Shawn, his alcohol-ridden breath
polluting the air.
	"Nothing," Shawn replied.  "I'll be right back, I need to get ice
from the machine downstairs."
	"Whatd'ya need ice for," Austin asked.
	"I just need it."
	Shawn stood up and walked towards the door when he sensed Miguel
standing up behind him.
	"I'll come with you," Miguel said.
	Shawn turned around to see Miguel walking towards him.  Shawn
sensed that Miguel was taking this opportunity to be alone with him.
Probably just to talk.
	Probably.
	"Uh, sure," Shawn replied.
	"Don't take too long," Ethan said, "we still got a lot of partying
to do!"
	Shawn watched as Ethan popped open another beer.  One quick glance
at the TV revealed that all the unnecessary dialogue and set-up of the porn
was finally leading to what the audience wanted: the sex scene.
	Shawn quickly opened the door and Miguel followed him out into the
cool, Harmony air.
	As the door shut behind them, Miguel let out a sigh of relief.
	"Man," he said, "could those guys get any drunker?"
	"I never knew Austin was like that," Shawn said.  "Maybe it runs in
the family, his half-brother Lucas is an alcoholic."
	"I'd say it ran in the family with Ethan," Miguel began, "but it
only would've made sense with the man who he used to think was his father."
	Silence filled the air as the two young men realized they had ran
out of small talk.  The inevitable conversation would soon be making it's
way to the forefront.  Shawn decided to avoid it by walking away from
Miguel, towards the elevator.  Miguel was right on his tail.
	"Shawn," he said, "I really want to thank you."
	"For what," Shawn asked, playing dumb.
	"For not telling Ethan about what I told you.  If anyone found out
I was gay--"
	"Don't worry about it."
	"But I do have to worry about it," Miguel said.  "Everyday of my
life I'm afraid that someone's gonna find out my terrible secret--"
	"It's not that terrible," Shawn offered.
	"You don't know the half of it.  My family is totally Catholic, and
there hasn't been one gay person to come out in Harmony ever!  I guess
that's why I tried so hard to pretend that I was in love with Charity, so
no one would have a reason to suspect anything.  But even though I could
hide it from everyone else, I could never hide it from myself.  I'd always
know the horrible truth."
	"Why do you think it's so horrible," Shawn asked, as they stepped
into the opening elevator.
	"It just is," Miguel replied.  He pressed the "Down" Button.
"Going down, right?"
	"Um, yeah," Shawn blushed.
	"I guess you wouldn't understand," Miguel said.  "You've probably
never had to deal with anything like this.  Have you?"  With that last
question, Miguel had turned and looked directly into Shawn's brown eyes.
	For some reason or another, Shawn found it impossible to lie while
looking into Miguel's eyes.  Not that he wanted to lie, he just--well, he
didn't really know what he was feeling at the moment.
	"As a matter of fact," Shawn replied, "I know exactly what you're
going through."
	"Exactly?"  Miguel's eyes grew wide with hope.
	"Exactly."
	A bell rang as the doors to elevator opened to the ground lobby.
	The two teens walked out of the elevator, sharing each other's
secret, awaiting each other's next move.


	Meanwhile, back in the hotel room, Ethan and Austin were still in
front of the TV, watching the cable-porn.  The premise of this one, from
what they understood in their drunken haze, was that a group of male
astronauts (all good-looking and in their 20's, of course, as most
astronauts are) had landed on a mysterious planet inhabited only by
females.  (Miraculously enough, all the ladies were good-looking and in
their 20's as well.)  The male astronauts were enjoying showing the women
the luxury of having a man around.  Currently, two of the astronauts were
showing one women a real good time.
	Austin felt that familiar stirring in his pants, and because he was
so drunk (or so he would tell himself later) he began rubbing his crotch
through his tight blue jeans.  He let out a soft moan.
	Ethan looked over at Austin and took his actions as a cue to
provide some much-needed relief to his own bulging pants.  With both hands,
he began to rub up and down on his clothed crotch.  Through his drunken
stupor, he began to let out un-stifled moans.
	Austin smiled, as he realized from Ethan's actions, that he was
going to be able to fully enjoy the porn movie the way it was meant to be
enjoyed.  Without a word, he peeled off his t-shirt, revealing his smooth
chest.
	Ethan looked over and admired Austin's body.  He looked like he
belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine.  His muscles were so
well-defined, and his skin was so smooth, except for that trail of dark
brown hair leading down from his belly button into his pants...
	"Wait," Ethan thought silently to himself, "what am I doing?  This
is a guy.  I need to focus back on that hot chick getting nailed by those
two incredibly sexy guys on the TV.  Fuck, those guys are hot---Damn!  Stop
it!  Focus on the girl.  Focus on the girl."
	Austin unbuttoned the top button of his jeans and let them slip
open.  He slid his hands inside the opening of his jeans and began fondling
his still-hardening cock.  He was determined to get off tonight, even if it
had to be in front of another guy.
	Ethan continued to focus on the action on the TV set, as he rubbed
his crotch.  His cock was straining against his cargo pants, and he needed
release soon or else he thought he might just rip through the pants with
his tool.  Catching Austin's half-naked body through the corner of his eye
only helped to solidify his need to get off.  Perhaps, he thought, this
might be one way to live out his fantasy of jerking off with another guy in
the room.
	Ethan sat up a little and removed his sweater-vest, revealing his
button-down white collar shirt.  Austin looked over at him and smiled,
encouraging him to let loose.  Ethan had to tear away from being caught in
Austin's smile, and once again focused his attention on the TV screen while
beginning to unbutton his shirt.
	Within seconds, Ethan was tossing his shirt onto the floor, and
sitting shirtless next to Austin.  Ethan's upper body was muscular, but not
as hard or defined as Austin's.  He had more of the innocent boy-next-door
appeal to him.  Finally, he began to undo his pants, letting them fall to
the floor, revealing his tented plaid boxers.
	Austin, in his drunken state, went straight into competitive mode
and decided he needed to be the first one completely naked, and quickly
pulled off his pants and white cotton briefs in one swift move.  There, in
all it's glory, stood his amazing 8" cock, a drop of precum glistening at
the tip of the head.
	Ethan looked over at Austin's prize, and nearly came in his shorts.
Though he had never allowed himself to complete a fantasy about another
guy, seeing Austin naked sent him over the edge, causing him to walk that
fine line between gay and straight.  Without hesitation, he leaned over and
took Austin's cock into his mouth.
	"What the fuck," Austin said as he jolted up from shock.
	Ethan's mouth was full at the moment, so he wasn't able to reply.
He just kept sucking on Austin's meat, savoring the taste of his first cock
as he moved from sitting on the couch, to leaning on the floor before
Austin.
	Austin let out an unexpected groan as Ethan twirled his tongue
across the tip of his dick, surprising himself as he relaxed back on the
couch, letting Ethan please him.
	Being his first time giving a blow job, Ethan let his instincts
take over, and knew he was doing a good job by the increasing rate of
Austin's moans.  Ethan licked up and down the shaft, slurping up each and
every flavor Austin had to offer.
	Austin closed his eyes, and imagined that the mouth around his
prick was one of the two hot women lusting after him back home.  He
alternated between fantasizing about Sami Brady and Greta von Amberg while
Ethan sucked him off.
	"Suck my balls," Austin commanded in a whispered tone.
	Ethan didn't need to be told twice as he released Austin's cock and
moved down to his hairy, low-hanging balls.  He took them in his mouth,
absorbing the salty taste.  He raised his hand to grasp Austin's dick and
began stroking it.
	"Oh fuck yeah," Austin let out.
	Ethan stroked Austin faster and faster as he kept sucking on his
balls.  His own dick was still straining against his boxers, but at the
moment, all he cared about was pleasing Austin.
	Soon enough Ethan felt Austin's balls tightening up in his mouth.
	"I'm gonna cum," Austin declared.  "Quick, stick your finger up my
ass."
	Ethan sat up, and pulled away from Austin in shock.
	"You want me to do what," Ethan asked.
	"You heard me," Austin replied.  "Do it now.  Here."  Austin
grabbed Ethan's arm, and pulled his hand towards his mouth.  Ethan was
overcome with passion as Austin took his fingers into his mouth and sucked
on them.
	Finally, Austin released Ethan's finger from his mouth and looked
at the young man directly in his hazel eyes.
	"Do as I said," Austin said, "and blow me off while you're doing
it."
	All of this was too much for Ethan, so in a quick movement, he tore
off his boxers and began stroking his seven inch cock as he leaned down and
took Austin's meat into his mouth once more.  With his other free (and
moistened) hand, he reached under Austin and found his tight, little hole.
He gently pushed his way into Austin, feeling the man's ass clench around
his finger.  Soon, his entire finger was inside Austin, and he was moving
in and out of him, finger-fucking him as he was instructed to do so.
	Austin's pleasure had hit it's maximum peak, and is entire body
began to buckle up and down and he let out a gigantic groan and began
pumping his load into Ethan's willing mouth.
	As Ethan eagerly swallowed all Austin had to offer, he felt his
finger become compressed in Austin's ass, and that sent him over the top,
as he began to cum all over the carpet.
	After a few minutes of "afterglow," Austin finally sat up and
reached for his pants and underwear.  Ethan, who was sitting naked on the
floor, smiled up at him.
	"Well," Austin said, "this would explain why you have all these
girl problems, Ethan.  It's because girls are the problem.  I haven't had a
blow job that good by any lady.  You're the best."
	Ethan's smile grew, as he realized that years of denial had finally
given way to what he really wanted.  His only concern was how his fiance
Theresa was going to take the news...

	Meanwhile, downstairs at the ice machine, Shawn and Miguel were
sitting down, leaning against the wall, well into a conversation.
	"And that's when I realized," Shawn said, "that even though
everyone assumed that just because me and Belle grew up together meant that
we'd end up together, I had to come to my own decisions, and not let
everyone else's assumptions guide my way of life."
	"Everyone here in Harmony believes in fate," Miguel replied.  "And
once something's been declared as fate, there's no turning back.  My sister
Theresa believes it's fate that she'll live happily ever after with Ethan,
and my brother Luis believes it's fate that he and Sheridan Crane will do
the same, and naturally, everyone assumed that because I went into the
fires of hell to save Charity, that it was fate we'd end up together.  But
that's just not how it is.  I'm just scared.  I don't wanna be the one to
screw everything up."
	"You can't live your life worrying about what everyone else is
gonna think," Shawn said.  "You'll never be happy."
	"Are you happy," Miguel asked.
	Shawn thought about his life back home in Salem.  About his friends
and his family......and about Jason.  "Yes, I'm happy.  And I don't think I
ever really realized how happy I was until now."
	Miguel was enticed by Shawn's smile, and summoned within himself
the same bravery it took to climb into fires of hell to lean over and kiss
Shawn.
	The kiss only lasted a few moments, but within those moments,
something strange happened inside Shawn.  It was as if everything he had
been through in the last few months, all the sexual escapades with Brandon
and Craig and even Jason had all led up to this moment.  It dawned on him
that none of his first-time encounters in the past began with a simple
kiss.  It was almost like something -- or someone -- was giving him a sign.
	Like it was fate.
	Shawn pulled away from the kiss.
	"I have a boyfriend," he began, as he stood up, moving away from
Miguel.  "And I love him, and he loves me, and he would never do anything
to betray me, and I couldn't do anything to betray him, so I have to go.  I
have to go home."
	Miguel sat alone as he watched Shawn back away from him.  Words
escaped him.  In his mind, all he could think of was how right it felt to
kiss Shawn, yet here was Shawn walking away from it.  It didn't make sense.
	Shawn turned away from Miguel and disappeared into the elevator.


	Upstairs, Shawn approached the door to his suite, as he heard
shuffling in the room.
	"Great," he thought, "what are those two drunk jerks up to now."
	He opened the door and his jaw nearly hit the floor as he saw Ethan
and Austin struggling to get clothes onto their naked bodies, looking like
two deers caught in the headlights.
	"I don't even want to now," Shawn muttered as he walked past the
two men towards his bedroom to pack.  On his way past the men, he couldn't
help but take a quick peak at what the two had to offer down south, but
snapped out of it as he re-focused on getting back home to Jason.  He
slammed the door to his bedroom behind him.
	Just as Austin and Ethan began to relax, Miguel walked into the
room.
	"Oh my god," he exclaimed.


	Inside his room, Shawn packed up all his clothes into his suitcases
and tried to keep busy, while trying to avoid the memory of Miguel's lips
on his.


	The next day, at the Harmony Airport, Austin Reed was sitting in
the lobby, waiting to board his plane.  He decided to cut his business trip
short, and get back home, where he could have wild and crazy heterosexual
sex with Sami.  Or Greta.  Whoever he saw first.
	Behind him, he heard a familiar voice at the counter.  He turned
around and saw his former boxing challenger Brandon Walker arguing with the
lady behind the counter.
	"What do you mean I need a reservation," Brandon's voice boomed, "I
made a damn reservation last week!  I need to get back to Salem!!"
	Austin stood up and approached the counter, as Brandon continued to
tear into the poor lady.
	"Just because you morons lost my information--"
	"Brandon," Austin said.
	Brandon turned around to face his former enemy.
	"Austin.  What the fuck are you doing here?"
	"Yeah, it's nice to see you too, buddy."
	"Fuck off."
	"Isn't that you're job, man, or do you need Craig Wesley here to do
that," Austin teased, referring back to the internet broadcast of Brandon
and Craig's sex-capade that was set up by Bo Brady.
	"Go to hell, Reed."
	"You picked the wrong city to say that in," Austin replied,
"there's a portal to there in some girl closet uptown."
	"What the fuck?!"
	"Nothing.  Listen man, I was just gonna offer to help you out with
another ticket, but I think I have better things to do with my money."
	Austin walked away from Brandon, who just sneered at him.
	Brandon turned back to the lady behind the counter.
	"I want a seat on the next available plane to Salem.  I have a
score to settle with a few people."
	Brandon turned back to face Austin.
	"You picked the wrong person to mess with Austin," he said, "and
you're gonna pay.  Right along with Bo Brady.  No one messed with Brandon
Walker.  No one."


	As Shawn pulled into his familiar driveway, he quickly unloaded the
car and ran into the house.  No one was home, since they weren't expecting
him home until tomorrow.  He threw his bags onto the floor and noticed a
piece of paper falling out of his satchel.  He leaned down to pick it up.
	On the paper was Miguel's name and address, along with his phone
number.  He must have stuck that in there when he wasn't looking Shawn
realized.
	"I need to get to Jason," he said.


	At the Black Family Penthouse, John Black was sitting on the sofa,
reading the newspaper.  His son, Brady, walked into the room from his
bedroom, still limping from his recent gun-shot.  John looked up at him and
smiled.
	Brady was wearing a tight black tank top and blue jeans, and had a
mischievous smirk on his face.
	"What's up, son," John asked his 19 year old son.
	"Well, yesterday, I'd say you were `up,' pop," Brady replied.
"Up and inside that Jason guy."
	John lowered the newspaper, as he looked firmly at his son.
	"You saw us," John asked.
	Brady searched for a hint of embarrassment in his father's voice,
but only found that he sounded.....intrigued.
	"Yeah, I saw you Dad."
	"And what did you think?"
	"What did I think," Brady repeated.  "I walked into my house to
find my dad fucking some kid younger than his youngest son!  What am I
supposed to think?"
	"Were you jealous," John asked.
	"Jealous?!  Dad, you're getting weird on me now."
	"Sorry, I'm just trying to better understand my son."
	"Trying to understand ME?"
	"That's a fact."
	"What about me trying to understand you?  Don't think I didn't
notice that Jason just happened to be the same height and built as me, with
the exact same physical features.  Blond hair, muscled body.  Do I have to
go on?"
	"Brady..."
	John stood up to put his hand on his son's shoulder, but Brady
pulled away.
	"I have to get out of here," Brady spat out.  "Living in this house
is like living in a freak show!"
	Brady turned around and left the apartment, his mind reeling from
the odd conversation with his father.



	Back in Harmony, Miguel was walking through the park, trying to
sort his feelings out.  Even though he felt an amazing connection with
Shawn, he realized that the two of them were probably not meant to be, and
he'd have to face coming out all on his own.
	With his head facing the ground, he bumped into someone carrying a
large object.  As he looked up, he realized it was Tabitha Lennox he had
ran into, and as usual, the eccentric old lady was carrying around her doll
that she called Timmy.
	"Oh, if it isn't Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald," Tabitha smiled.
	"Hi Tabitha."
	"You look down," Tabitha said.  "What seems to be the problem."
	"Maybe you can help me," Miguel said, as an idea came to him.  "You
read people's tea leaves, right?  To predict their future and stuff,
right?"
	"I have been known to do that, haven't I, Tim-Tim."
	Miguel just smiled as Tabitha referred to her doll.
	"Well," he said, "can you read mine?"



	Ethan stood on the porch outside Theresa's home.  He needed to tell
her the engagement was off, as he had finally come to terms with the fact
that he was gay.  He rang the doorbell, and within seconds, the door opened
to reveal Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald, standing in a towel, his muscular body
glistening with drops of water.  Fresh out of the shower.
	"Um," Ethan stuttered.
	"Ethan, come in."
	"Uh," Ethan said, staying in place, "is Theresa here?"
	"Nope," Luis replied.  "She's out shopping with Whitney.  Come in,
maybe there's something I can do for you."
	Ethan smiled.  "Yeah, maybe there is something you can do for me,
Luis."


	Miguel and Tabitha sat on a park bench, as Tabitha looked into
Miguel's tea cup, preparing to read his fortune.
	"Oh Miguel," she began, "you're in for quite a ride.  You're going
to be making a very important announcement very soon.  And nothing in your
life will ever be the same.  It will be quite hard for you, but at the end
of the tunnel, I see a glimmer of light.  It's the light of love, Miguel.
You're going to be in love with someone very special.  And it's not
Charity.  In fact, it's not even someone from Harmony.  You've already met
this person, but it will still be a while before you two are together.  But
once you are together, you will be inseparable.  Until **death** do you
part."
	Tabitha smiled as Miguel thanked her and left.  She looked over at
her doll Timmy, who had come to life.
	"Timmy doesn't like the look on his princesses face," the doll
said.
	"Oh Tim-Tim," Tabitha cooed, "Miguel thinks he'll be spending
forever with his new love.  And `forever' it will be, for once they
come together, death will take them from this world.  Forever and ever."
	Tabitha laughed, as Timmy watched the oblivious Miguel walk away.


	At the same time in Salem, Shawn walked up to Jason's front porch
and rang the bell.
	Jason answered the door, caught off guard by Shawn's presence.
	"Shawn, I thought you weren't coming home until tomor--"
	"I had to see you," Shawn said.  "I couldn't stand being away from
you any further."
	Tears filled Jason's eyes as he look sad....and almost guilty.
	"What's wrong," Shawn asked.
	"Shawn...."
	"Jason," Shawn interrupted.  "I love you."
	Jason felt a rush as he heard the words come from Shawn's mouth for
the first time.  He was speechless.
	Shawn just smiled.  "Did you hear me?  I said I love you."
	"I had sex with John Black."
	Shawn took a small step back as Jason's words stabbed into his
heart.

			      TO BE CONTINUED

And that concludes this part of the trilogy.  The next three chapters will
be the final ones in this series, and probably won't be out for a while.
But I promise, when they are released, all loose ends will be tied up, and
hopefully, the drama that ensues will be entertaining.

As always, all feedback is welcome at Barik02@aol.com