Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2007 15:03:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark <rahvin747@yahoo.com>
Subject: Facing Faris - ch 4

Disclaimer : This is a fiction story and is not meant to imply anything
about the sexuality of Sean Faris.

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Ryan woke up with a start. He had no idea where he was. He sensed a heavy
feeling on his chest and looked up to find a shirtless Sean still lying on
him. With a sigh of relief his head collapsed back onto the couch. His eyes
scanned the room quickly and he discovered that it was twilight. The
memories of the morning crashed home and he smiled to himself, but also
felt embarrassed at the situation he now found himself in.

Sean had been horny and gearing for some serious making out, but
unfortunately it took only one good kiss, and a smile of recognition,
before weariness washed over them with an unnatural violence. He'd never
experienced it before. He remembered when their lips touched, when his
heart surged massively in his chest at that first touch, at Sean's breath
on his face and his soft moans as he enjoyed himself. Yet moments later,
he'd looked into those beautiful eyes only to see the lids weighed down
with exhaustion. It had contaminated him too, and try as he did, his eyes
pulled down of their own volition. His last thought was of Sean resting his
head on his chest, and running his hand down his abs before he lost
consciousness. Warmth. Yes, that was another thing he remembered - the
warmth of Sean's skin. It was like being near to an oven, and now that he
was awake he could feel it still. There was heat coming off Sean, as if a
deep furnace burned within that passionate heart of his. His breathing was
rhythmic, and his breath was hot as it rushed over his chest every time he
exhaled. Ryan closed his eyes for a moment to absorb the sheer bliss of the
situation.  Sean was so hot it frightened him. He seemed godly to Ryan.

Shit! How could he fall asleep at the prelude to the hottest make out of
his life!? The answer arrived in an instant. He and Sean had been carrying
so much anxiety and fear around in their hearts, that in that moment that
they'd finally admitted their feelings to one another, all the hormonal
charge, all the expectation and unnatural fire running through their veins
had settled down, and days of exhaustion had crashed home. Truth be told,
Sean was more exhausted than him. He'd heard him mutter something which
seemed like an apology before slipping into that deep slumber, but even in
his divine state, Ryan noticed the dark rings around his eyes, and other
telltale signs of sleep deprivation. If he was correct, then they'd slept
here all day. It had been a deep, dreamless, yet comfortable and infinitely
restful sleep. He looked down at the guy lying on his chest and had the
urge to smell his hair, though he resisted. That would just be weird, but
he couldn't shake off his mad desire to explore every inch of this guy. He
wanted to touch him everywhere, to smell him, feel him, taste him. His
pants stirred but he pushed the memory away before his penis woke Sean
up. The guy was probably still tired and he resolved to stay where he was
until Sean budged - even if it took three days. He was happy where he was,
anyway.

He lay there for perhaps half an hour, calmly taking in the unusually
desirable sound of Sean's breathing. Suddenly he felt something poking his
thigh and he looked down quizzically. Sean's breathing became slightly
erratic, but he was clearly asleep. Ryan could clearly feel Sean's hard on
grinding into his thigh, and he made involuntary thrusting movements with
his pelvis. Even though Sean was wearing some decent jeans, Ryan could feel
the force behind those thrusts and it kind of worried him what he faced in
the future. Fuck, the guy was so fit. All the large muscles of his back
seemed to flex in unison with his pelvis, and even small and normally
obscure muscles in his shoulders, neck and arms seemed to do their small
parts. He was so hot it was absurd. Ryan found himself getting turned
on. It was impossible to resist it, especially with his fantasy grinding
into him.

"Mmmm... Ryan," Sean whispered in his sleep, and Ryan nearly went over the
edge.  It was almost too much to know that Sean's subconscious was having a
wet dream centred around him. That was the sign of true desire, was it not?

Ryan stroked the back of Sean's head, and his breathing settled after a
minute or two, with the hard on remaining defiantly for a few more minutes
before returning to its benign state. Ryan felt a sense of relief but also
emptiness. He loved seeing Sean that way. Sean was a spirit of fire and to
see him burning was a truly awesome thing. A drop of sweat slid down his
right sideburn and he wiped it away with surprise. He wasn't even aware he
was sweating but he looked down to see some droplets had formed on his
chest. His dick was still hard and straining, surely poking like an iron
nail into Sean's abs. He thought about how great it would be to wake Sean
up now and fuck him like a wild animal on the couch, then on the floor,
until he couldn't anymore. Shit, he'd have to come five times... no
ten... to get to that point. And he'd have to stop or risk physically
dying. He could imagine himself still fucking Sean, being pushed over the
edge with a strangled groan of massive ecstasy to have yet another
orgasm. A dry orgasm... another one. His dick would be physically painful,
and sensitive that he couldn't touch it, but still hard and wanting
more. He balls would be sore.. his pelvic muscles in rebellion, contracting
and hurting as if somehow traumatised. Yet he would want more. He would
want to weep from the dilemma. He would HAVE to stop, but he wouldn't want
to... he would want to go again, try again. He groaned at the thought. It
wasn't a fantasy. It would happen. There was no settling of emotion around
Sean. The guy ignited him like a firework and he raged with passion when
Sean was near.

Ryan sighed with longing. Sex wasn't his goal with this guy - he was after
a relationship. He just wanted to find a guy who he thought was hot enough
to kill for, and sweet enough to cherish forever. In short, he needed a
target for the ocean of passion and love he had in his heart, with whom
he'd never been able to share it before. All he wanted in return was a guy
who loved him for who he was. He didn't think it was a large request, but
he was amazed at how many guys in the past had tried to change him to suit
them. There was something about Sean though. Something in Sean's eyes told
him that this guy really did love him for who he was. It was a funny
thing. He could see Sean looking at him, and see an involuntary smile creep
onto the guy's face. The guy was genuinely happy to be around him. It
warmed his heart and made him want to shout out.

Sean suddenly stirred, and Ryan looked down with coy amusement. It was like
watching a sleeping dog stretch and slowly start to open its tired eyes. He
was still stroking Sean's head and neck, and was still caught up in the
feeling of his fingers gliding through his dark, thick hair. Ryan stopped
abruptly and decided to watch the show. Sean's hand clenched slowly and
grabbed Ryan's pec causing him to catch his breath in pain. Sean's face
nuzzled into his chest, and he was clearly deciding whether to go back to
sleep or wake up. It was extremely cute. He yawned and blinked a few times,
and raised his head. His confusion was obvious as he scanned the room and
wondered where he was. His cheeks suddenly reddened and Ryan had to hold
back laughter as Sean came to the realisation of what had happened earlier
that morning.  Sean heard his small grunt and looked at him, his vacant
expression widening into a tremendous smile. Ryan's pelvis stirred but he
ignored it as best he could.

"Hey," Sean said simply. The statement was filled with fifty compliments.

"Hey," Ryan replied, unable to improve upon the happiness he felt.

"You make a great bed," Sean said, resting his chin on Ryan's chest and
drawing random shapes around his nipple with his finger.

"Thanks... I guess," Ryan said awkwardly.

"Seriously, you were soft enough to lie on all day, but hard too. Sturdy."

Ryan laughed at the weird conversation.

"You also wake up now?" Sean said.

"Nah. I've been up for an hour."

"An hour! You should have woken me! Dude, you really shouldn't worry about
waking me up. I won't be angry or anything," Sean said with worry in his
eyes. It was kind of admirable to see him like that.

"It's not that," Ryan replied, though to be honest, he didn't want to wake
Sean up. "I lay around just enjoying having you near me. I rubbed your neck
and looked at your body. It was one of the best hours I've ever
experienced," Ryan said. It would have made a great joke, but Ryan said it
with such seriousness that a smile never once crossed Sean's face.

"What do you think of my body?" Sean said with a half-smile, but something
in the glint of his eye told Ryan that he was really curious to
know. Curious and... anxious?

"Is that a joke?" Ryan said, propping himself up onto his elbows. Sean
looked at him and the words just ran from his mouth. "Sean, you're so
fucking amazing to look at.  Seriously, you are awesome."

"You think so?" Sean said, and he suddenly resembled a five year old. Ryan
couldn't help but smile.

"Argh, I just love your face. I love it! You're the hottest guy I've ever
seen. And your chest and abs... your arms. You're just everything. I
mean... sorry." Ryan suddenly felt embarrassed. He must have seemed pretty
lame to sprout those words so freely.

"That was one of the hottest things I've ever heard," Sean said and Ryan
looked into his eyes. He meant it. "We've got to do something, Ryan. I mean
it. I've got to touch you. I don't care what we do, but I feel like I'm
going to explode if you don't sort me out NOW."

Ryan's mouth fell open at Sean's declaration. The guy always seemed so
timid around him yet suddenly he was a lion and his roar was awesome! Ryan
leaped forward and kissed Sean aggressively. Sean was ready. His hand
pulled Ryan's head closer to his almost painfully. He was groaning and
breathing rapidly and deeply. Sean's whole chest was heaving between
breaths. Ryan pushed forward and they fell back, and this time Sean was
lying on his back. His eyes were feral - almost demented with lust. His
teeth were bared and he seemed rabid as he pulled Ryan forward, his hands
clawing at his back.

"Fuck," Sean muttered between kisses. It summed it up. There were no
words. Energy seemed to electrify the air. Ryan felt his head spinning he
was in such ecstasy. He was so hard he could feel his dick throbbing. His
hands rushed all over Sean, trying to feel as much of him as he could,
trying to take as much of him into himself as he could, as if some giant
countdown silently loomed over their private time.

Ryan ran his hand over Sean's abs, and all the while they were still
furiously kissing - their tongues duelling, wanting to explore each other
as completely as anyone had ever done before. Ryan felt his hand run over
Sean's dark treasure trail and he groaned with lust. His hand slid into
Sean's pants. He couldn't help himself. He HAD to know what was down
there. His hand ran over what felt like Sean's pubes, but he continued down
and his hand gripped what it had come for. Sean's cock. Sean cried out and
his hips bucked involuntarily. Ryan felt Sean's cock sliding around in his
hand. It was so hard. It was iron... moist and furious with the desire to
be used. He jerked Sean off a little and the guy groaned uncontrollably,
unable to maintain a kiss he was breathing so hard. His hand felt Sean's
foreskin and he smiled, and he brushed the cockhead causing another
convulsion to run through Sean. Sean's cock felt about the same size as
his, but it was engorged and waiting for the final signal to erupt.

"No," Sean whispered in incoherent gasps. His eyes were closed and the
appeared to be strained. Ryan could feel his own cock straining inside his
pants. He was close too, but Sean was in another world.

Ryan decided to give Sean that final jerk, to push him over the edge and
make him come hard. As he was about to do so, his phone started to ring. He
couldn't believe it.  For a moment, he considered ignoring it, but he knew
who it was. He started to move.

"There is no god," Ryan said cynically.

"Leave it," Sean said breathily, and his eyes were still closed.

"I can't," Ryan said and he got off the couch and ran to his phone which
was lying on the kitchen counter.

"You've got be shitting me!" Sean said with a shocked face. He looked
pissed.

Ryan answered his phone and tried to keep the irritation out of his
voice. "Hello?"

"Ryan! It's Dave. How are you this fine evening?"

"Fine thanks Dave," Ryan said through clinched teeth. Keeping his voice
neutral wasn't easy.

"Ah that's good to hear. Listen, we need you to come and sign that contract
tonight. I know it's short notice, but it will eliminate any competition
from persuading our board otherwise. Can you come over?"

"Uh, sure," Ryan said. The timing for this sucked, but his career was also
important to him. "I'll be there within the hour,"

"No you won't," he heard in the background.

"What was that, Ryan?" Dave asked brightly.

"Just the television. I'll see you soon, Dave. Bye." He hung and up the
phone and swung around to glare at Sean. His half-anger only lasted for a
moment. Sean was sitting low on the couch with splayed legs, his hair
flustered and his chest still moving faster than normal. His face was
angry, but Ryan found himself laughing at the huge tent showing through
Sean's jeans. He still looked incredibly hot, but he seemed to be
sulking. A bead of sweat rolled down Sean's neck and into the groove
between his pecs. Ryan could feel the turbulence in his own pants, like a
storm waiting to reveal its self.

"Sean, I need to go sign something quickly," Ryan said. No need to beat
around the bush.

"And what the fuck am I supposed to do about this?" Sean said with an angry
growl while pointing to his hard on. "Do you have any idea how fucking
close I was?"

Ryan turned to put his phone back down on the counter, and intended to walk
off to his room and get a jacket, and at the same time ignore the
tirade. Yet he was seized by a sudden and malevolent desire to act crazily
- and he ran towards Sean who only had a moment to register shock. Sean
lifted his arms to protect himself but Ryan collided with him hard,
crushing him into the soft seat.

"What the hell?!" Sean said angrily, but Ryan kissed him deeply, more
passionately than he'd done before, which was saying something.

"So you were close, eh?" Ryan said while kissing Sean's neck, who groaned
loudly.  "Let's put that to the test," he added with a smile while nibbling
Sean's shoulder.

"Ryan... please..." Sean mumbled between gasps for air.

Ryan leaned forward and hugged Sean tightly, then slid his hand down and
rubbed Sean's hard cock through his jeans. He moved forward and whispered
breathily into Sean's ear.

"I love you, Faris," he said with a wry smile on his face, and then he
licked Sean's ear seductively.

"Oh my god," Sean said rapidly, and his hips started bucking. He cried out
and buried his face in Ryan's chest. He was groaning, and almost shouting
with pleasure. Ryan knew he was coming in his pants, shooting powerfully
against the rough inside of his boxers and jeans. Ryan smiled as he felt
Sean's hard cock ramming into him with each thrust. Seeing Sean come so
hard was the second best thing to having full on sex with him. With one
last small thrust Sean collapsed back and sighed roughly. His brow was
covered in sweat. He flung his arms back behind his head in exhaustion.
The dark hair which filled his pits was matted with sweat, and his biceps
flexed with each breath and each small movement of his chest.

"I've never shot like that," Sean said with a rough voice. He sounded like
a teenager whose voice was starting to break.

"Never?" Ryan said with a smile, while leaning back to look at the guy he'd
just pushed over the edge. It was nice sitting on his pelvis, feeling his
heated loins start to settle down. Sean's cock was still resisting getting
soft. It jumped every few seconds, but after a while it started to
surrender, too tired to go on.

"Never. Fuck, I can feel that jizz running down my legs. It feels gross."

Ryan laughed, and smiled at Sean's innocent opinions. "I think we should do
this sort of thing a lot over the next few days," Ryan said.

"Dude... I'm totally up for that," Sean said, smiling widely and looking
excited.

"But first, I need to go sign something," Ryan said. How anticlimactic.

"What is this thing you need to sign at night?" Sean asked, remembering the
initial conflict.

"Well I kinda... uh... got that job I told you about... you know..."

"Holy shit!" Sean interrupted and he dived forward and hugged Ryan
tightly. He couldn't help but warming up to that hug. It felt so good and
it was so nice to feel congratulated and wanted for once. "Well done,
Ryan. I'm so happy for you!"

Ryan felt a pang in his heart. How long since someone had said something
like that to him? "Thanks Sean," he said sincerely, but his voice was heavy
with emotion. He loved Sean so much it physically gave him chest pain.

"Let's go then," Sean said, jumping up to get his jacket. Half way to the
table he stopped and grimaced in a very cute way. "Uh Ryan?"

"Yeah?" Ryan said with a knowing smile.

"Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" Sean said.

"I think that might be best," Ryan said grinning. "Second door to the
left."

Sean ran off, and Ryan grinned at his awkward way of walking. Ryan lay back
on the couch and started reading a random magazine which he'd left next to
his couch.  Moments later he heard singing coming from the bathroom. It was
loud and proud, but extremely off-tone and almost unbearable to listen to,
but he loved to listen. His heart felt warm listening to that hot guy sing
so terribly.

"Holy shit!" he heard emanate from behind the bathroom door. "Ryan, you've
got to come and look at the size of this load! Fuck!"

Ryan smiled to himself. Too cute. "Maybe next time," he shouted back.

He heard Sean start getting busy in the shower, heard his singing and
occasional pause for comments about his body. After a few minutes the water
stopped and Ryan could hear Sean drying himself. Moments later, Sean's head
popped over the couch with a smile.

"Hi," Sean said, smelling fresh and looking inhumanely good-looking.

"Hi," Ryan said with a surprised look on his face. "Don't you want new, uh,
pants?"

"No," Sean said dismissively. "Thanks man. My boxers took the brunt of it,
and I don't mind walking around without boxers once in a while. I do it for
fun sometimes anyway."

"Okay," Ryan said, and for some reason he started to blush. There were too
many unknowns around this guy, but it was intensely attractive.

"Just don't touch those boxers on your bathroom floor. You'll be sorry," he
said with a smile.

"I doubt that," Ryan said cheerily. "Let's go, lover boy."

They walked out the apartment together and Sean ran his hand down his back
as they walked out the door. It seemed to be his final act of affection for
quite some time.  While walking along the sidewalk, Sean kept a decent
distance between himself and Ryan, though his eyes frequently looked in his
direction and looked him up and down.  Yes, that boy was having thoughts
all right. The sidewalk was quiet and pedestrians were few and far
beyond. Ryan decided to mess with him a little.

"So, do you want to hold hands?" Ryan asked seriously.

Sean appeared shocked and regret suddenly weighed heavily on his
face. "Ryan..  sorry, but you know... in public..." He seemed very ashamed.

"I'm just kidding with you," Ryan said with a cheeky grin.

"Bastard," Sean said and his smile promised retribution later. Ryan looked
forward to the retribution much too eagerly.

"Who knows about you?" Sean asked after walking in silence for a while.

Ryan knew what the question meant of course. "Some close friends. My sister
and brother. They all took it well," he said.

"And your parents?" Sean asked while looking at him out of the corner of
his eye.

"They ... died," Ryan said heavily.

"Sorry," Sean said.

"It's okay," Ryan said with a weak smile. "Who knows about you?" he asked
back.

"Are you kidding," Sean said with a smile while walking forward. "Only you
- and I already have to kill you before tomorrow to keep my secret safe."

"There's always that," Ryan said, and they both started laughing.

Silence seemed to follow on the steps of their conversation. "I want to
tell someone," Sean said suddenly. He seemed overcome by the desire to
explain his actions. "It's just that I'm scared," he added in a soft voice.

"You don't need to explain anything, Sean," Ryan said warmly. "Coming out
is one of the hardest things you'll ever do. It's a cliff you need to jump
off when you're ready... and the results aren't always what you're hoping
for. Don't pressurise yourself to tell people. Just be yourself and let
things happen in time. Until then, and after that... you'll have me."

"And that makes all the difference," Sean said, and he seemed to be talking
more to himself than Ryan. "I know I've only known you for three days, but
there's something much deeper there. I've never told anyone I love
them... as in really really love them... but with you it just came out
naturally. I don't think I even meant to say it, but it felt right."

Sean looked at Ryan and their eyes met. "I felt the same way, Sean," he
said. Sean's small speech made him want to jump for joy and shout that
things had turned out so well for him.

As they neared their destination, the torment of their separation became
difficult to handle. He wanted to lie in Sean's arms again, or caress his
body, make out again and do even better this time around. He imagined
himself torturing Dave for trespassing on his sacred time with Sean. They
approached the large building and Sean pulled back the glass door to enter
the foyer of the complex. He looked at Ryan as he held the door open for
him.

"Ryan?" Sean said suddenly. The words had jumped out of his mouth.

"Yeah?" Ryan said, stopping in the entrance.

"Will you... will you be my boyfriend?" Sean asked while looking at the
sidewalk.

Ryan punched his shoulder softly causing him to look up. "Sure I will," he
said simply, and his face brightened into a smile of pure happiness.

As they walked into the building he felt Sean quickly pinch his neck
affectionately. It was a brave act in a public place, a small act but
saturated with a message and with emotion. Ryan smiled to himself as they
entered the elevator. He smiled at Sean. Life was good.

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Thanks for the comments, guys. I've had comments from guys who've really
enjoyed the story so far. Please send more feedback, it always helps as
motivation. Comments can be sent to rahvin747@yahoo.com