Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2001 18:42:56 -0800 From: Justyn Subject: Reese and Me 11 - Game Over -Gaymale -Highschool Reese and Me 11 - Game Over February 22, 2001 Written by Jamie McHale Disclaimer and Warning - This story contains sexual content of a homosexual nature. Note - This story is the property of the writer. Any copying in part or in whole of this document is prohibited. This story is completely fictional and does not involve any real people. This story is part of the Reese and Me series. EMAIL me if you have any comments. mchalejamie@hotmail.com ____________________________________________________________________________ Reese and Me 11 - Game Over Reese's bed became less and less inviting place over those few days. I'd spent most of my time with him in his room while he recuperated. It seemed a slow process, even though the doctors had informed us that we were both very lucky that we didn't sustain any broken bones. As I thought back on the attack. As I remembered seeing Reese, my sweet man, taking kick after kick, I couldn't believe that he was alright either. Of course, Reese did have bandaging on his face and abdomen, but aside from that, he was okay. I was overjoyed, but hadn't really been spending my time counting our blessings. Rather, my mind was on Alexander, and how I would make him pay for what he'd done to us. Things had gotten way out of hand with this last attack. They'd involved Reese. Big mistake. "My leg hurts more today," Reese remarked, gesturing to his lower limbs. "Worse than yesterday even." We were laying together on the bed, facing each other. "Oh yeah?" I replied, "How bad is it?" "Not that bad," he answered, managing a smile. "I'm sure my pain isn't half as bad as your's had been after the beating you took at the dance." "Well . . . " I began, staring into his deep brown eyes, "That guy did a number on you, and I'm going to do something about it." "Not without me!" Reese cried immediately. He seemed to have the idea in his head that he was coming along if and when I had a confrontation with Alexander. I'd already decided that he wasn't going anywhere with me. When the time came that I would end this whole situation with Alexander, it would be alone. I wouldn't be endangering Reese again. "Reese," I started to say, pausing for a second to consider my words. He looked so caring, so compassionate. All he wanted to do was stand with me in the face of adversity. He wanted us to share this together, as a couple. Even though I knew his intentions were good, I still would not let him come. "I have to do this alone." "No, you don't," Reese said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "We're goin' together. What point is there in going on your own? What if he has a bunch of his guys with him?" "I doubt that after those two guys were charged with assualt, they'll be still willing to help Alex." "There's still the other one," he pointed out, "You said that there were three guys at the dance beating." "I can't even be sure about that, Reese," I replied, "I got knocked out, and I can barely remember that evening with Chase at the dance. I can't be sure about how many guys there were in the bathroom." "Well, whatever," Reese said, shifting positions on the bed. He groaned out loud. Obviously, he was sore. "There's still a possibility that Alex has a third guy protecting him." I opened my mouth to keep arguing with him, but I stopped myself. The last thing I wanted to do was aggravate him. He was in pain. Pain caused by me. It was my fault that he got beat up. If you went to the core, it was my fault. I had cheated on him, and thereby initiated this entire situation with Alex. I hated myself for it, but the way I saw it, there was nothing I could do to change the past. If I could, I might go back in time and not have sex with Alex. But I couldn't. The only thing I could do now was ensure that my future relationship with Reese was not harmed any further by anything Alex did. Laying on his back now, Reese padded his belly with his fingers. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke. "Why you so quiet?" "I dunno." I had the sudden urge to hold him. He came in closer and put my arms around him. He could immediately tell that there was something wrong with me. "What's wrong?" he asked so tenderly. He was the one with all the injuries, and he was still taking care of me. God, I loved him. And I hated so much what Alex and his hired hands had done to him. "I just love you so much," I confessed to him, kissing him gently on the cheek. His lips were still a little sore, so I kept away from them. Reese turned on his side again so we were facing each other. Regardless of his soreness, we shared a passionate kiss on the lips. "I love you too." "I'm glad," I replied, "Because it was the worse thing in the world to hear you say that it was over between us." "When did I say that?" Reese asked, never breaking eye contact with me. "In the car, just before we were jumped." "Oh!" exclaimed Reese. He immediately went back into his previous position. He seemed to be thinking back to the day of the beating. "I'm sorry," he finally said. "No," I told him immediately, "It was my fault that we were exposed to the school." "No it wasn't," Reese said, "It was Alexander's fault, no one else's." He turned back to me. The light seemed to hit his face in the most angelic way. I was so in love that I thought I would willingly throw myself in front of a speeding train for him. "Okay, you're right. But those files on my computer, and my own actions at his apartment . . . " I trailed off. I'd ventured into no man's land. Reese and I didn't discuss the fact that I'd cheated on him. It was too uncomfortable for both of us. "You had some involvement, but it isn't like you've had a lot of control over this whole thing," Reese said, kissing me again. This one was a brief peck, but any contact with him was appreciated. I put my hand on his chest. "Let's not talk," I suggested. "I'm tired of talking." "Me too," Reese agreed. So, intead of talking, we held each other for the remaining hour before I had to go home for supper. We learned more about the situation of our relationship in that hour of silence then we would have talking anyway. We loved each other, and despite everything that Alex had tried to do to break us up, he'd failed. I arrived home at about six thirty. My Mom had just placed supper on the table. As I stood, taking off my shoes, my nostrils were filled with the scent of spaghetti. I love spaghetti. "Good to see you home," Dad said as he took a seat at the kitchen table. "Good to be home," I replied, smiling as I entered the kitchen. My immediate destination was the table. As I dropped down into my usual seat, I looked down at my plate. I couldn't wait to dig in. My Dad poked at his food a couple of times, complacently turning to me every thirty seconds or so. It was obvious that he wanted to talk to me about something, but didn't know how. I felt sorry for him, so I decided to remedy the problem. "What is it Dad?" I blurted out. In any case, I knew that it would get him talking. "Um . . . Nothing really," he muttured, struggling to say the right thing. "Dad, just spit it out," I said, putting down my fork to look up at him. "Okay," he said finally, "I just need to ask you something." "Go ahead, Dad," I told him. I was in suspence. Obviously, something was bothering him. "Well," he began, "I heard something at work today." My heart sank as soon as I heard it. I knew what was coming next. "I know it was probably just talk, but one of the guys at work said his kids have been spreading something around school about you and Reese." His tone was serious, and I could tell that he was concerned about my reaction. I could have died right there in my seat. "He said people think you're gay." I didn't know what to say. Not in all the time I had to think about it, had I ever imagined that this would get back to my parents. This was the homefront. This was where I felt safe and secure. Where I came to be alone, and away from the gay bashing I'd discovered at school. But now, my own parents had been let in on my sexuality. I would never feel comfortable with them again. My house would feel different from then on. I no longer had a sanctuary. "Jake?" my Dad said after a long pause, "What's going on at school?" "Rumours," I replied, deciding to deny being gay. I didn't know if I could handle my parents knowing about me. "Just rumours? You're sure?" Dad asked, leaning forward in his chair. I made a disgusted face. "Yeah Dad, just rumours. What? You think I'm a fag?!" "No, of course not," he replied immediately. Society is wacked. There is so much controversy where homosexuality is concerned. It's like taboo. Oh my god, he's a fag! Like it was going to affect anybody else but me. I could remember a time when I wished that I wasn't gay. It sure wasn't as convenient as being straight. Girls were a lot more accessible to me than guys were. But, I realized that there was nothing I could do to change my sexuality. I like guys, and there's nothing that pleases me more than being with one. Then, I reached the point where I didn't want to change my sexuality. It was better to be gay. And I was so happy with Reese. More happy than I could ever be with a girl. "We were just concerned about you," my Mom chimed in. Whatever, I thought to myself. If I had admited to being gay, they would have never looked at me the same way again. "I will accept you anyway you are. You're my son, and I love you," my Dad said. He was sincere, but somehow I still suspected that things wouldn't be the same after I came out of the closet. It had to happen some day, but not any time soon. "Cool," I shot back plainly. I decided that I would just finish my supper and then get the hell out of there. After that line of questioning, I suddenly didn't feel too comfortable with them. After supper, I headed upstairs to my room. I left the light off, dropping right down onto my bed. I let out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. My mind was a mess of anxiety and pertubation. I didn't know what to do about Alex, about my parents, or about Reese. The list went on and on. Could my life have any more stress? That's when the phone rang. I sprang up from the bed and picked up the reciever on the side-table. "Hello?" "Hey," greeted a familiar voice on the other end of the line. It took me a second to figure it out, but I soon realized that it was Chase. I hadn't talked to him since just after my beating at the dance. I'd been doing pretty good in picking him up while Reese and I were seperated. "Hey Chase, what's happening?" "Nothing much, just sitting around." Thinking back, it was no wonder to me that I had been pursuing him. He was tall and sexy, but best of all was a really nice guy. He'd called me ten times a day after that night at the Youth Center. I hadn't picked up most of the time, and I figured that he'd gotten the point after a couple of days because I didn't hear from him at all after that. "Oh yeah," I said, "How have you been doing?" It was definitely good to hear his voice. He was pleasant. "Good. Been wonderin' how you were." "Alright I guess. Some shit's been going down right now but . . . " "Yeah I heard about what happened," he cut me off. I didn't mind much. "You and Reese took a beating?" "Yeah, Reese got it worse than me." "But still, this is beating number two or three for you, isn't it?" he inquired, still sounding as pleasant as ever. "Well, yeah," I admitted. I realized why he was calling me all of sudden. Obviously, he'd heard the rumours around school. I knew he was gay, but I wasn't sure if he knew that I was. These rumours would confirm any suspicions that he might have had about me. So, he probably figured he'd call me up and we could hook up again. If I wasn't going out with Reese, I would jump at the chance to have Chase. But, I was in love with Reese, and ever being without him was not even a consideration in my mind. Still, I could feel lust for Chase. Just as long as I didn't act on that lust. "Well what's going on with that?" Chase asked, sounding concerned. "I dunno," I answered, "Guess it's because people figure I'm gay now." "Oh yeah, I heard about that," he said delicately. He didn't say anything else, obviously waiting to see what my response would be. I wasn't going to play these games with him. He didn't know that I was in a relationship, and I knew that he was probably trying to start something with me. "Yeah, it's just a bunch of bullshit." In a way, it felt weird telling him that lie. If someday I were to break up with Reese, my chances with Chase were probably ruined. I wouldn't be breaking up with Reese, though. Never. "Well that's rumours for you." "Yeah," I said, sitting back in my bed. "So how you been?" "Not bad, just the same shit everyday. You know, at school and that," he answered. I could imagine what he looked like at his house, talking to me. He was a hottie, and for an instant I imagined what it would be like to be with him. I pushed those thoughts from my mind immediately. "I know what you mean." I seemed to be out of things to say. There was an awkward moment of silence. It was obvious that Chase was suffering from the same mind block that I was. After the slight pause, Chase spoke, "Well anyways, what you doin' tonight?" "Nothing really." Then it occured to me what I was doing that night. What I had to do. "Oh shit!" I cried, "I have plans tonight actually." "Oh okay," Chase said, sounding just a little disappointed. "Well what about this weekend?" "Sure, let's do something this weekend. I'll call you Friday night, or Saturday morning or something, k?" "Good," agreed Chase right away. "I'll catch you later then." "Yeah, see ya'." Then I hung up. I wasn't quite sure what I was getting myself into, but I didn't think much of it. So we were going to hang out for a bit on the weekend. It wasn't as though we'd be having mad sex. I got up off the bed. I had to get ready. So, I quickly made my way over to the closet. Inside, contained in the third drawer, was my hunting knife. It had a black holster which I strapped to my belt. I wasn't sure what to expect when I arrived at Alex's, so I figured a little extra protection would be prudent. As I turned to grab my black leather coat, I was suddenly envelopped by fear. What was I getting myself into? Would I arrive at Alex's building to find that he had police waiting there to arrest me? Would I get there to discover that all three of his thugs were present and accounted for, all of them just itching to beat me to death? I shook away these thoughts, turning for the door into the hall. My spine still tingling, I ran down the stairs, out the door, and down the driveway to the Jeep. After a short ride, I pulled up in front of Alex's midsize apartment building. It was a quiet part of town, so there wasn't a lot of activity. I immediately began for the doors. In the entry-way, I approached the key-pad to buzz the individual units. I randomly selected one and pushed it. After two buzzes, the tenant answered. It sounded like a middle aged woman. "What do you want?" the tenant demanded rudely. I looked up to see that I was being filmed. Staring into the camera, I answered, "LAPD, ma'am. Open the door." "Okay," the woman replied almost instantaneously. The doors in front of me clicked open, and I entered the building. Moving quickly, I reached the elevator and got in. Pressing the button for the ninth floor, I stood aside as two other people entered the car. I scratched at my cheek so as to hide my face as much as I possibly could. If something were to happen at Alex's, I really didn't want a bunch of witnesses pointing me out. The elevator arrived on the ninth floor. I stepped out, the others right behind me. I began to question my presence there. What if these two had heard me con my way into the building? What if they were going to report me to someone? But then, just as all of these questions passed through my mind, I heard a door close behind me in the hall. I whipped around to see that the two persons had disappeared into an apartment. I almost hit myself for being so paranoid. I soon arrived in front of Alexander's apartment door. I prayed that his Mom wouldn't be home. If she was, I would have made the trip over for nothing. It took a few minutes of pacing back and forth to get up the courage to knock on the door. But, I eventually did. "Who's there?" demanded a voice from inside. It was Alex's voice. "It's me, Jake," I replied. I'd decided that I wasn't going to pretent to be anyone else. If he didn't believe I was who I said I was, all that he had to do was look through the peep hole. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Alex hissed through the heavy wooden door. "You've showed up at my door a couple of times," I told him, "Thought I would return the favour." "Well don't bother." "I'm here already, Alex. All I want is to ask you a few questions." I was trying to sound as sincere as possible, but I wasn't certain that it was working until the door began to swing open in front of me. Alex's slim body was revealed. Suddenly, as I began to step forward, my rage engulfed every part of my body. I no longer had any control over my actions. I wound back and thrust my right fist into his face. Struck in the nose, a flabbergasted Alex stumbled backward. Blood making its way down his face, he finally fell back onto his ass on the hard linolium floor. He cried out in pain, struggling to regain his composure. "What the fuck?!" he screamed out, covering his nose with both hands. "What the fuck, I'll tell you what the fuck!" I roared, entering the apartement. I slammed the door behind me, immediately turning on Alex again. "You have a big fucken problem with me, Alex!" I moved closer to him. He squirmed on the floor, inching his way backward. "So you put a few beatings on me?!" "I dunno . . . " uttured Alex, blood trickling all the way down his neck. "But you do not involve Reese Pirelli!" Still in a fit of anger and hatred, I kicked him in the gut. "You do not involve Reese Pirelli!" Trying desperately to get away, Alex squirmed and grabbed at my feet as I kicked him again and again. "Say it!" I screamed, "You will not involve Reese Pirelli!" "No, I won't!" he cried, protecting himself with his arms. "I won't!" With one final blow to the ribs, I stepped back. "You leave this alone, Alex. Do you understand me? This game is over!" "Okay!" he cried in accordance. I could have killed him right there. The only image in my mind was that of my sweet man, Reese. What Alex had done to him was the most cruel and evil thing he could have done. Reese had never hurt anything or anyone in his life. He was such a good person. He didn't deserve to go down because some evil son of a bitch decided that he had a problem with me. Without another word, I turned and left the apartment. I was still shaking as I promptly took the stairs and exited for the parking lot where I'd left the Jeep. I climbed in, and headed back for my street. I had somewhere to be. Right beside my man. Keep those comments coming, at mchalejamie@hotmail.com!