Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2004 0:33:39 +0000
From: themann@fuse.net
Subject: A Pair of Queens

A Pair of Queens
Chapter 1- Envy

It was dawn, and the sun was just making its way over the horizon. The air
was crisp and the lake was as gentle as ever. The morning dew was becoming
baked it the warmth of the sun. The closet star to our planet was making
the sky orange and the clouds parted with every ray of light. It was then
when I awoke from my slumber. It was then when I, Jack King, got out of my
bed trying to comprehend what I had dreamed about during the night. During
my state of slumber and dreariness, my mind wondered into a world of
fantasy. I rarely dream, but when I do, I always try to remember the dream
for all of eternity.
         The dream began with a starry night, and I lay on the grass next
to the lake. The wind blowing the grass and touched my face as it
passed. The moon was a crescent and the sky seemed to know my position, my
ever move.
         A man appeared in front of me out of nowhere. He was dressed all
in black and I could not make out his face. He wore a cloak with a hood
that moved in the wind as he approached me. I felt uncomfortable and an
eerie feeling that someone else was watching me was looming overhead. The
man in black shook his head. He was looking for something, anything, but
what? He then raised his arm, and a long, thin hand pointed behind me. I
spun around only to see my family. My mother and father, and my older
brother, Jason, were standing with each other, calling for me. They were
looking right at me, and they put out an inviting hand, yearning for me to
accept their invitation. For some reason, however, I declined and turned
back around, only to see that the man in black was walking on the lake. He
was walking on water. He beckoned me to follow him, as if I could walk on
water as he did. I stood at a crossroads. I could either follow the man in
black or I could join my family. I didn't have the slightest idea on which
to choose, and luckily I didn't have to, for I awoke at that very second.
         I processed in the mind what the dream meant. Was I going mad? Why
did I reject my own family? Who was the man in black and why did I have the
instinct to follow him? I tried to just put it out of my mind. For now,
school was the only thing that mattered to me.  As I said before, my name
is Jack King. It's a kind of funny name in that it was the men of a deck of
cards. In a deck of cards, a jack and a king is separated by the queen. The
queen, oh how I envied her. Surrounded by the beautiful jack and the
handsome king of every suit. The only exception was the queen of hearts.
Her king was the suicide king. The king of hearts is known for having a
sword or axe threw his head. Ironic that her suit was hearts, because my
heart could go to no other than he.
         You might call him a jack, you might call him a god, but he was
the only thing on my mind, though I did not know his name. I was the queen
of hearts, my heart going to this jack. The mysterious jack of my biology
class. He was 6' 2" and I a mere 5' 9". He was a very illusive person,
always knowing when to go and how to avoid me, or so it seemed.  I guess it
all started freshman year, when this jack showed up at my school. He came
to the school as a sophomore and I instantly had a crush. This boy, who had
a certain charm about him, was the only thing that mattered to me. He was a
tanned boy with the face of an angel. His eyes were like that of a nymph's,
drawing you closer, until you were his. He was my flower, in the meadow of
bliss, that bloomed with the beauty and tranquility of a thousand roses.
His eyes fixed on the goal and nothing else mattered, but I could not find
the courage to talk to him. I could no find the faith that things might
actually work out between him and another soul. For now this was to remain
a crush, and nothing more.  There was a problem though, I did not want to
be gay, to be different, to be loved by another boy. I was completely the
opposite, the mirror, a shadow of a gay person. The very thought of loving
another male was confusing, the very talk of the word "gay" filled me with
despair, almost a hate of the word, but I couldn't help myself sometimes. I
was lost is bliss and happiness when I thought about guys. Accepting it was
the hard part, I was still in denial.
         School was the opposite. School was an easy time. I don't mean
socially easy, I mean academically easy. I hadn't many friends, in fact
only this one person accepted me for me, and that was Jojo. I had sexual
feelings for him as well as "Him", but nobody knew that. People used to
make fun of us, "Jack and Jojo", but its strange, that when I think back,
it seems so immature.
         "Hey, you going to Ashleigh's party tonight?" I asked Jojo.
         "Nah, the last thing I need is another distraction from school."
Jojo always was the person to never commit to anything. School was a little
hard for him, and being the genius that I was (not to brag), I could help
him through the tough times. I guess he was scared, maybe shy, but he was
different from the rest of the people at school, which made him all the
more important to me.
         "Come on, Biggins, I'll bring you back to home in one piece. How
about I help you with your math now, then later we go to the party?" I
offered every helping hand I could give. Biggins was the name I gave him
after I saw his cock for the first time. We we're fooling around one time,
and I noticed an incredible bulge in his pants. Well, you fill in the
blanks, but it was a tower, at least 7" at the age of 12. Now we were 16,
juniors, and I was so excited.
         Jojo was the charming one at school. He had the look of a charmer
as well. Hazel eyes that lit up the room and locks of blonde hair that
flowed from his head. In his wake, he left the ground singing for his
presence, The sky longed to see him, the clouds would part, and a ray of
sunshine would follow where he went. He always had the right thing to say,
at the right time, and he never got in trouble for not being top notch in
everything. In fact, he wasn't exceptionally good at anything, except
getting what he wants of course.
         "Well, when you put it that way, Jack, I suppose I could go," he
teased.
         "Over course you can go. Now, moving on, `If farmer brown...'"


         That night at Ashleigh's party, I went for some beer. The cooler
was had to find with the strobe lights going and the music was distracting,
but I eventually found it. I reached down to pick one up from the cooler,
when I was tapped on the shoulder by..."Him." I turned around to see his
face. It was blinking rapidly in the strobe lights. I wanted to touch it,
to kiss him, to love him, my gay emotions were coming out, and I blushed
madly. Luckily he couldn't see is in the strobe lights, he just said, "Get
me one too, kid."
         I grabbed a couple of beers and tossed one to him. He caught it
and did a bottle trick. To open it, he put the top of the bottle on my belt
buckle, pushed the bottle down and the cap came off. He then caught the cap
in his mouth and spit it on the floor.  "Well you don't see that every day,
now do you?" I asked.  "Only when your with me," he replied in the sweetest
voice I've ever heard.
         Jojo then came over to me and got a beer, and turned to "Him" and
said, very seductively, "Hey there Sam, always nice to see your face."  I
was stunned, what in the world was Jojo talking about? He said this almost
as if he was showing affection for "Him", who I guess was named Sam. This
startled me, Jojo seemed like the straightest boy I knew, and here he was
talking to this Sam like they were lovers. Maybe they were lovers. I guess
my interest was too big because my jaw was down and they noticed.
         Sam was the first to speak, "You haven't told him?"
         "Told me what?" I was beginning to sound a little angry that my
best friend was keeping secrets from me.  Jojo, trying to defend himself,
said, "No I haven't told Jack about us, I haven't told anyone about us.
Jack, now is as good a time as ever, Sam and I have been more than
`friends' since he came to school. I didn't want to tell you because I
thought you would hate me and reject me for being gay. That's just it
though, I am gay, and Sam is the most wonderful person in the world. So, do
you approve?"
         My jaw dropped a little more, and my heart was shattered into tiny
bits. My best friend was already in a relationship with my crush, and he
had been doing it since day one. I was then a stray, a loner, unaccepted
and unloved. I managed to get, "Sure, whatever makes you happy," out of my
mouth, but then I fell silent. The silence was like a plague, a disease. It
would consume me, my sorrow, my jealousy, and my desire. The fact that I
wanted both the people standing in front of me was haunting.
         Jojo said his thanks for me accepting him and his lover, but with
a heavy heart. He knew I was hurting inside, he could tell I was crumbling.
I just walked out of the party. Just like that, I was gone. Out the door,
but I heard feet chasing after me. I spun around to see both Sam and Jojo.
They caught up to me, I couldn't believe I actually wanted to hear these
two explain themselves. I was in no condition to talk to them, my heart was
torn out and thrown to the ground, and the stepped on with spiked shoes.
	"Jojo, you are the last person I'd expect to keep a secret from me,
especially one this big," I was furious.
	"Your one to talk Jack, you never told me you were gay either,"
Jojo must have figured it out just then, or maybe he had known for a while,
either way, that statement put my in my place.
	"How did you two find out each other was gay anyway?" I asked
        Sam answered this one, "I was already gay and Jojo worked his charm
on me, I guess he was trying to be friends, and bring out my innermost
passions. I invited him to a party to confirm it, and sure enough, he came
out to me."
         Silence, the plague was back.
         I turned to Jojo, envy invaded my body, killed my heart, and
devoured my soul, my very being. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, my legs
were like jelly, and my heart was missing. It was gone, just vanished into
thin air. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, I collapsed. I hit the
pavement, hard. My sides hurt and my voice still hadn't returned.
         Jojo lunged for me, and pulled me back to my feet. "Are you
alright, Jack?"
         "Yeah, you two just look too perfect together. Perfection in its
highest form," I managed to blurt that out. It hurt when I did, however. My
sides seemed to split, and my mind wondered.
         There was a long disease of silence.
         Finally Sam said something else, "Jack, I'm really sorry, the last
thing I wanted to do was hurt one of Jojo's friends. I didn't know you were
gay either, or else I might have considered the consequences of going out
with Jojo."
         Oh there were consequences, all right, more than he could have
possibly known at the time. He was a cute face, an awesome personality,
breath-taking. He and Jojo were perfection in its brightest form. I
couldn't take it; my envy was too great. I had sexual feelings for both of
them, but they had each other. I just got into my car, drove home, and
cried.

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