I want to give my sincerest of appologies to my readers for another delay in posting. I'll try not to let it take so long again. If you'd like to read more, I've started a yahoo group where currently I have posted up to chapter 61. All you need to do is click the link here for more information...http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Gay_Celeb_Fan_Fic/
DISCLAIMER: This story in no way determines the sexuality or actions of any celebrities involved in it.
The events of this story are pure fiction, and involve gay sex which should only be read by people interested in gay sex, if you don't like it, please don't read it!
If you're underage or this is illegal where you live, please leave now.
Liberty has been taken with the following work of fiction. The actual location used in the filming of Elizabethtown was Versailles, Kentucky.
Also, don't forget to support the archives. It's not easy to be free, so let's do our best to keep it that way.
I want to thank my dear friend Randy for his help as he put together the HTML, and for his support and friendship. Then to Kariina for her support in editing as well as her friendship. And, of course, my thanks to other friends and you, my loyal readers.
This is dedicated to my beloved for many reasons and we both are fans of Orlando.
Happy Valentine's Day!!
It was nearly a miracle that when Carol and I got back to the lobby. Only a few people were waiting for to check out, and none seemed upset over our prolonged absence.
By the time we'd finished with them, only a few minutes remained before my shift was over.
I was feeling butterflies in my stomach again in anticipation of more time with my baby. A person could only hope that today would be calm when compared to how things had been since we'd met. We did deserve a break from mayhem once in a while, right?
"Honey, I know you may think love will conquer all, but expect the unexpected. It won't all be a `bed of roses' like it is now," Carol advised me.
It took some doing, but I didn't laugh at her. Afterall, she didn't have a clue as to what we'd been through in such a short time. Damn, it was a lot of problems for just a few days. But we'd also had some incredible times too.
"Thanks, Carol. I'll do my best to keep that in mind," I replied.
"Charlie, you know... he's way..."
"Better looking in person," I finished for her.
She gave me a devilish look and nodded, "and that's just the parts I got to see. My imagination will have to fill in the rest, I guess."
"Yes, I'm not about to `kiss and tell'," I replied.
"Oh, I'm sure you've been doing more than kissing. I could tell you exactly what I'd do with that gorgeous man," she retorted.
"Carol, I'm shocked! You're a married woman, don't forget," I stated.
"Honey, I'm also only human," she retorted with a wicked grin.
We both laughed. I could see her point, but she'd better not even think of acting on it. It seemed there were way too many people that felt the same way that Carol did. There was no doubt that I'd be jealous at times, I'd just have to learn to cope with this.
My life would be forever changed, no matter how much I tried to prevent it. But Jonathon was worth whatever adjusting I'd have to do. Damn, but he was worth it!
At last the clock read eight. Since there weren't any guests lined up, I logged off of my computer console. "I'll see you tomorrow, brown sugar, you behave," I said.
"Always, Charlie. But I won't tell you the same... I don't think you'd listen if I did!" she quipped.
Yes, I blushed a bit, "no, you're right. I have no intention of behaving once we get home. None whatsoever!"
"Can't blame you a bit. You go on and have a great day with that English god of yours. I'll just work my fingers to the bone, while you... oh, maybe I shouldn't have said `bone' to you," she said with a big wink and a quick glance at my crotch.
"Carol!" I exclaimed as she chuckled at my embarrassment. "On that note, I'm gone," I added, and headed to Jonathon`s room.
My little joke at his door didn't go over well. I felt pretty rotten when I saw how terrified he was. It made me think even more of what hell he must go through on a daily basis. I could only hope to make his life better than what he'd had.
When he brought out the matching leather jackets, I had a brief flashback to when Martin had insisted we wear identical clothes for a short time. A quick look at Jonathon brought me back.
Not being an actor, I couldn't hide my emotions as well as he could, but I did my best to put on a smile. It really was a beautiful present, and we did both look damn good in them. But how often would we dare wear them at the same time?
I just didn't feel right for him to buy me things, so I did my best to express that to him. He looked so crestfallen that I knew I'd said the wrong thing at the wrong time. There had to be someway to figure out how to fix it.
"Let me guess... you bought me more than one gift?" I asked.
He wouldn't look me in the eyes as he nodded.
I lifted his chin until our eyes were even, "baby, I can't fault you for buying me things, I just need to learn to be accepting of them is all. Most of my adult life, I've had to work for what I have, very little was ever given to me. I never meant to hurt you by refusing what you can give me. Just don't ever get to where it's too often. That way whatever it is will always have a special meaning to me and to you."
"Charlie, I sometimes buy things on a whim. That's what happened with your one other present. When I saw it I had to have it for you. It's something that will always make us think of the other," he said, holding back tears.
It was too obvious how much this second present meant to him, I had to put any other feelings aside about it, that's all there was to it. "Baby, now you have my curiosity going..."
A solitary tear rolled down and over his bandages. "It's an `us' present, my Charlie," he explained, then went to search for the box it would be in.
It was fairly easy to find as it was smaller than the others. He made me turn my back and wait a few minutes as he opened it and set it up. When I turned around, I was totally floored!
Tears quickly flooded my eyes as I stared and stared at it. There was absolutely no way that I'd ever part with this wonderful gift. It was the whole Peanuts gang done in detailed crystal- Charlie, Lucy, Linus, Sally, Snoopy on his doghouse with Woodstock... Schroeder with his piano. I was beyond speechless.
"Is it okay, I mean... I thought of you and me first thing I saw it. I know it's something pricey, but that didn't have a bloody thing to do with it. I'll always look at that and remember that first time with you when you saw me in my boxers. And all that's happened since," he explained.
All I could do was nod as my tears fell. He pulled me to him tightly, "I love you, my Charlie, so very much."
"Baby," I was finally able to talk, "I love you too. And thank you, thank you, thank you, for such an incredible and perfect gift."
"I didn't mean to make you cry, love," he stated.
"Don't worry, baby... these are all good tears!" I protested.
We looked into each others eyes and smiled. It was inevitable that a slow and tender kiss followed. As soon as he began to push his wood against mine, I stopped. I know he was disappointed, but it was for his own good.
"Baby, not until you're healed more down there," I said.
"Charlie, I expect to be healed enough by the time we get home. Then when we take our shower we can..." he stated with a lecherous look on his face.
I just shook my head and grinned at him. It was possible I'd created a sex fiend! Then again, my wood reminded me that he wasn't the only one wanting it.
"Yes, baby, we can!" I exclaimed.
"Um, do you mind if I bring along some of the clothes to wash? I hate wearing new, really," he nearly pouted.
"Sure baby, but don't forget I have classes today. We can look after our laundry after."
"Great, let me see what I can find and then it's home and shower time!"
I shook my head again and helped him go through some of the boxes and open them. He picked out some boxers, jeans, socks and shirts. Then, emptying the few contents of his duffel into a drawer, he stuffed the new items in it.
He seemed a bit secretive for a few seconds as he packed it, but I may have imagined that. Soon we were finally ready to head home.
"What about the bloody mess I've made?" he asked, looking at the empty boxes strewn around.
I picked up the phone and dialed housekeeping. Maggie answered and I explained to her about the extra work that would be needed. She assured me it would be taken care of.
Jonathon grinned at me, "have I told you I love you?"
"Not that I can recall," I stated.
The brat went right for my ribs again and had me nearly pissing my pants as he tickled me without mercy. I did my best not to get even as I didn't want him moving the wrong way and end up in pain.
That went out the window as I had to retaliate out of self defence. After all, he'd started it, so I owed him a pay back.
We were both breathless when a knock on the door brought us back to our senses and he went to hide in the bathroom. I let Maggie in and helped her stuff several black plastic bags with the empty boxes. They weren't heavy, just bulky.
Soon she was gone and not once had she asked what I was doing in a guest's room when my shift had ended almost an hour ago. But that was typical for her, she was an older widowed woman that always stayed out of other people's business.
Jonathon and I had a brief disagreement about who would carry the crystal; both of us claimed to be too clumsy. We settled it with a coin toss, and I lost, so I carried it. I would have been devastated if anything were to happen to it.
The duffel went in the trunk, the box with the crystal I set in Jonathon's lap, "you can hold onto it better than if I set it in the back seat."
He had to agree with my logic, but he did it one handed. His left hand he rested on my thigh and never moved it once. Just that simple touch from him was enough to keep me on edge through the short drive home.
Just as I was about to get out of the car, he stopped me, "wait, I need to check something first." With a huge grin he reached into my lap and gave me a firm squeeze.
"That's not fair, you have that box in the way!" I complained.
With a wink he lifted it up, and pulled my hand to his lap. There was definitely a piece of steel in his jeans.
I gave it a decent fondle until he let out a sigh, "Charlie, I'm going to rip off your clothes right here in your drive if you don't stop!"
It was my turn to grin, "baby, while that sounds good to me, I think we both could use a shower by now."
He lifted an arm and sniffed, "still like roses, love."
I did the same to myself, "like rotted roses here!"
We both laughed, then got out and went inside. I set down his bag and he placed the box on the dining room table. Pulling him to me, I put my nose under has arm and took a sniff. Damn, he did smell like roses!
"Sorry, love... I'd grabbed one of those tiny samples from the vanity. I didn't look as I swabbed under both arms with it," he gave me a look of despair.
"Oh no... you used that rose bath oil by accident, didn't you?" I asked.
"Charlie, give me a bloody break. It looked like a lil thing of deodorant. I scrubbed at my pits but can't get rid of the scent," he protested.
I covered over my mouth, trying to stifle a chuckle.
"Go on and laugh now, when it wears off, I won't smell nearly so pretty, and you'll be a sorry sod then!" he warned.
That was too much and I started into giggling. He gave me a threatening look as he made his hands into a claw gesture. I didn't think my ribs could take more so I did my best to behave.
He made quick work of the buttons on my shirt and helped me out of it. That glint was returning to his eyes as he looked at me.
Then it was my turn to rid him of his shirt. Damn, but he was a beautiful man. I'd never tire of looking at any part of him. It was all wonderful.
Jonathon stopped me before I got very far into nibbling one of his nipples, "my Charlie, we both need a shower. As we get things clean, we can play."
We both groped at each other and grinned. I knew I could be stripped for that shower in record time, and if my baby needed a hand, I'd be more than glad to lend him one or two.
Just as we reached for the others belt, there was a loud knock on the door. I swore to God, I needed to move!
Thank you for reading!
I'd like to hear from you, so please send all comments firstname.lastname@example.org or to email@example.com