Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 22:11:15 -0500
From: mchalejamie@emailaccount.com
Subject: Reese and Me 22 - Chase and Alex

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-Highschool
Reese and Me 22 - Chase and Alex
November 11, 2002

Written by Jamie McHale

Warning - This story contains sexual content of a homosexual nature.

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Reese and Me 22 - Chase and Alex

    The morning air slowly filtered into my room.  I sat dazedly on the edge
of my bed, contemplating whether or not I should continue with my exercise.
My morning ritual had changed slightly in the last few days.  I had come to
the realization that, if I ever wanted to be as strong as I had been, I was
going to have to work for it.  So, I had gone to the mall and picked up a
set of dumbells.  Before my months of treatment, I had been lifting forty
pounds on each arm.  I'd actually been getting quite tough, but I ended up
losing much of it.  I'd discovered that lifting twenty-five pounds was
really difficult.  However, I could already see my body beginning to change.
  I knew that if I worked hard enough, I could be even stronger than I'd
been before.  But, with everything good in life, comes a certain degree of
pain.  And on this particular morning, my muscles were getting sore.
Finally, I decided that I'd accomplished enough, and headed for the washroom
to get cleaned up for school.

    I showered, got dressed, and made my way downstairs.  It seemed that
everytime I went down those stairs, I did it a little bit faster than the
last.  It was really encouraging.

    I stepped into our large kitchen to see that both my parents were seated
at the table.  I smiled for them, "Good morning."

    "Morning, Jake," replied my Dad, "Hungry?"

    "A little," I answered, stepping over to the cupboards.  I prepared
myself a bowl of cereal and joined my family at the table.

    My Mom, as usual, was very much in her own world, quietly reading the
newspaper.  I decided to attempt a small conversation with her.  "So, Mom,"
I began, clearing my throat.  She looked up from the paper, managing a
half-smile for me.  She'd never been the morning type.  In that respect, she
was very much like my boyfriend.  That thought made me grin.  "What's the
plan for today?"

    "Work," she said plainly, "As usual."

    "Oh yeah," I continued, "Anything special happening today?"

    "Nope."

    I noticed that my Dad was watching us.  The look on his middle-aged face
was that of disappointment.  However, it didn't bother me all that much.
She'd always been distant.  It was just her way.  I wasn't about to allow it
to alter my good mood.  It was a beautiful day, and I planned to make the
best of it.

    I turned to my Dad, "How 'bout you?"

    "I have a few meetings this morning," he answered, "I'll be looking
forward to getting home."

    "Ah," I said, beginning to eat my cereal.

    "How's school going?" he inquired, sipping his coffee.

    "School's busy.  But my courses this year are cool," I explained, "It'll
be an interesting challenge to graduate this year."

    He nodded, "Yeah, just stick with it.  I know you can do it."

    "No problem," I assured him, smiling.

    I finished up and made my way into the foyer to get ready to leave.  I
was slipping on my shoes when there was a knock at the front door.  I didn't
have to open the door to know that it was Reese.  Quickly, I popped a gum
into my mouth, and stood up.  I opened the door, revealing my man on the
landing.  I smiled, "Hey!"

    Reese giggled, "You're happy this morning."

    "I'm always happy to see you," I said, stepping out the door.  "Riding
with me today, baby?"

    "Sure," he replied, following me to the Jeep.  Reese was wearing typical
preppy atire, but he looked good in it, so it was okay.  His hair was spikey
as usual, and today he'd chosen to wear his oakleys.  He looked excellent.
But then again, he always did.

    Once in the vehicle, we exchanged glances.  But for some reason, I
didn't look away.  I kept him locked in a long stare.  I didn't smile, I
didn't blink.  I was completely transfixed by his deep, brown eyes.  In that
moment, I realized that I could never be so in love with someone, as I was
with Reese.  After everything that we had been through in the last two
years, we were still together, and going stronger than ever.

    Suddenly, Reese broke the moment by cracking a slight smile, "What .."
he stammered.  He knew exactly what was going through my mind, and I'm sure
he could feel the intensity of the moment.  His eyes revealed everything to
me.

    Finally, I shook it off and turned away.  Reaching down, I turned the
key in the ignition.  I could see that Reese was still staring at me.
Suddenly, I could detect some confusion.  I turned back to him, searching my
mind to find the right thing to say.  I could tell that he was doing much
the same thing.  His mouth was half-open, as though he were attempting to
tell me something.

    "I can't wait for school to be over today," I finally said, gently
touching the side of his face.

    He giggled, and then sighed.

    "What's the matter?"

    "Well, I thought there was something wrong.  Like, when you turned
away," Reese explained, obviously relieved.

    I laughed a bit.  "I must be difficult to understand these days."

    "You are!" he exclaimed, glancing out the passenger-side window.

    I wasn't sure how to take that.  Reese turned back to that I was
watching him again.  "Well, what I mean is that you're different," he
managed.

    "There anything wrong with that?" I asked, hoping the answer would be in
my favor.  I knew that I had changed since my diagnosis.  I had never
considered that these changes could affect Reese and I.  In that instant, I
prayed to God that they wouldn't damage our relationship.

    "No," he declared with much conviction in his voice.  "Not at all,
Jake."

    I smiled again; it was my turn to be relieved.  "Good."  I put the Jeep
into gear, and stepped on the accelerator, pulling out into the street.

    ********

    School was enjoyable.  My workload seemed to be piling up around me,
however I'd been prepared for it.  I just needed to work on one assignment
at a time.  After my last class had concluded, I was making my way to my
locker when I was tapped on the shoulder.  I turned, expecting to see Reese,
or Meg.  To my shock, it was Chase.  It had been months since we had spoken.
  Soon after my diagnosis, I had asked him to stop calling me.  I knew it
was damaging to our friendship, but Chase had always complicated things in
my life.

    "Hi," he said, appearing almost shy before me.

    "Hey," I replied.  I was so taken aback by this surprise encounter, that
I was unsure of what to say to him.  Suddenly, butterflies fluttered through
my body.  I still had feelings for him.  I didn't know if it was love
anymore, but it was something.  Something strong enough to take my breath
away, and leave me without a word to say to him.  Just then, Reese's face
popped into my head.  Immediately, I felt terrible.  How could I have
feelings for anyone else?  Reese and I were perfect for each other, and I
knew that our love was supreme.

    "How you been, Jake?" Chase asked softly, poking at my shoulder.

    I assumed the gesture was his attempt at breaking the ice.  I wasn't
sure if I should just walk away, or try small talk.  "I'm feeling a lot
better.  And you?"

    Chase offered a half-smile, "I've been really good, actually."

    "Great," I said, glancing around for Reese.  I didn't know how he would
take to seeing Chase and I talking again.  Hell, I wasn't even sure how I
was taking to it.

    "Listen, Jake," he said, gesturing for us to step into a small off-shoot
corridor for some privacy.

    I followed, "What is it?"  I could tell that he'd detected a light shade
of annoyance in my tone.

    "I just ..." he stammered, appearing more and more nervous by the
minute.  "I want us to be friends.  I care a lot about you."

    I sighed with relief, "I thought you were gonna ... "  I stopped myself.
  I had no reason, or desire to hurt his feelings.

    "I'm with someone," he said suddenly.

    I wasn't surprised.  Chase had always been an extremely attractive
person, on the outside, and on the inside.  He was caring, gentle,
compassionate, charming, and drop-dead gorgeous.

    "Good for you, Chase.  I'm really happy for you," I told him, smiling.
"I thought someone would scoop you up eventually."

    He laughed a little.  In that moment, it seemed that we had become much
more comfortable with each other.  It was almost like old times.  But just
then, I saw Reese pass us by on his way to his locker.  We made eye contact,
however he made no attempt to speak with me.  He simply kept walking.
Immediately, I feared the consequences of my meeting with Chase.  Reese was
well aware of my past with him.

    "Look," I said, "I gotta go."  I began to turn away, when Chase stopped
me.

    "Can I call you?" he asked.  His eyes were so sincere.  I had missed
that about Chase.

    "Yeah," I replied, managing another smile.  "But not tonight."

    I quickly made my way to the next hallway to meet with Reese.  I was
genuinely scared.  The last thing I needed was for us to start fighting
again.  I'd put Reese through hell, and I promised myself that it wouldn't
happen again.

    I turned the corner to find that Reese was gone.  There was no one
present in front of our lockers.  Panic-stricken, I turned and ran for the
exit.  I couldn't allow this to happen.  I couldn't fight with him.  It
would destroy me.

    I exited through the back doors and began to jog to the Jeep.  My heart
was racing, and I was beginning to sweat.

    As I got closer to my vehicle, I saw that there was a figure standing
next to the passenger-side door.  It was Reese.  I sighed aloud.  "Oh my
god!" I cried, shaking away the panic which had consumed me.

    Once I reached the Jeep, I stopped, staring over the hood at my man.  He
grinned, "Scared ya, didn't I?"  He laughed, slapping his hands together in
the air.  "Fuck, I'm good!"

    I couldn't believe it.  I was both angry, and amused.  "Reese .." I
began, "You scared the shit outta me."

    "I know, isn't it fuckin' great?!" he exclaimed.  After a couple seconds
of continuous laughter, he finally stopped himself.  He let out his usual
"post-gut-buster" sigh, and turned back to me.  "Well are we gonna be
leaving anytime soon?"

    I shook my head, smiling again.  I still couldn't believe he'd pulled
that on me.  I was so gullable.  "Yeah, we are."  I proceeded to unlock the
doors, and we climbed into the vehicle.  The doors shut, I glanced over at
him once more.  Suddenly, it was all clear again.  "I love you, Reese."

    He almost melted in his seat.  I guessed that my timing had been
perfect.  "I love you too, baby."

    ********

    Apparently Reese was un-bothered by my re-acquaintance with Chase.  I'd
known that our relationship had developed significantly, and was stronger
than it had ever been before, however it was even moreso.  We lay together
on my basement couch.  The room was dark; the only light was provided by the
big-screen TV.  It was almost 10 when we settled for the night.  We cuddled
under the covers, exploring each other's warm bodies.  My parents were
upstairs, so we were trying to be careful about the noise.

    He lay in front of me, on his side.  My body was glued to his backside
as I reached around him, gently rubbing his seven inches.  He gave a slight
sigh of pleasure, reaching back to carress my back and shoulder.  Getting
more and more horny by the second, I undid the front of his jeans.  His
un-cut cock sprung out, still under his soft silk boxers.  I began by
stroking him slowly and gently.  He closed his eyes, resting his head back
into the pillow.  I quickened my pace, leaning in to kiss the back of his
neck.  I could tell he was enjoying this, and I was so turned on.  We hadn't
been able to be alone together for a few days, so I planned to make that
night particularily special.

    As I continued to beat him off, he pushed my body further and further
back into the couch.  I kissed his neck again, and then Reese sprung around
to face me.  Immediately, we were kissing passionately.  His hands were all
over me, and mine were all over him.  Seizing the moment, I pulled his pants
and boxers down to his knees, freeing his amazing lowers.  Quickly, he began
to take off my shirt.  I wasn't sure that it was such a good idea, as my
parents could come down at any minute.  However, we were both so caught up
in the moment that it was the furthest thing from our minds.  I just didn't
care.

    We continued to kiss as our hands made their way to each other's dicks.
It wasn't long before we were furiously whacking each other off.  Reese had
straddled me, revealing his wonderful body.  With my free hand, I rubbed his
tight pecs and abdominal muscles.  He leaned in for another long embrace.
We kissed and kissed and kissed.

    "Jake," my Dad yelled from the top of the stairs.

    Reese and I stopped.  I let out a huge sigh.  "Yeah?!"

    "There's someone at the door for you," he called.

    "Tell them ..." I began to say.  I stopped myself.  Even though my Dad
knew about Reese and I, I suspected that he wouldn't appreciate me having
sex in the house.  So, I decided to wrap it up, and play it cool.  "I'll be
right there!" I yelled back.

    I shook my head, beginning to pull my clothes back on.  I could tell
Reese was disappointed as well.  "I'll be right back, Reese."

    "Don't worry about it," he said, offering me a smile.

    "Thanks."  I stood up, doing-up the front button on my pants.  "Fuck," I
muttered all of a sudden.  In that moment, I realized that it had been quite
a while since I'd used that word.  It didn't feel good to hear it come out
of my mouth.

    Shaking my head, I made my way upstairs and into the foyer.  My Dad was
standing in front of the door, and he didn't look pleased.  Almost worried,
I took my place next to my Dad to see who it was that wanted me.

    I almost died on the spot.  There, before me, stood two men in dark
suits.  Proudly hanging from their front pockets, were gold LAPD badges.

    "Jake Moraine?" demanded the first cop in a stern tone.

    My heart rate on a steady climb, I answered, "Yeah."  I looked over at
my Dad again.  The expression on his face was that of sadness.  I didn't
know exactly what was about to happen, but I knew that it probably wasn't
going to be good.

    "We're inquiring into the death of your buddy, Alex," the second guy
explained, appearing almost cocky.

    "He ... He wasn't my buddy," I stuttered, my voice nearly a whisper.

    "We've had some developments, Mr. Moraine," the first cop began,
speaking now to my father.  "There are some things that we're going to need
to discuss with Jake."

    "This can be done here, at home?" my Dad asked, trying to be as polite
as possible.

    "Of course," answered the first cop.  After my father had gestured for
them to enter, they stepped forward.  "I'm Detective Bailey, this is
Detective Ritter."  My Dad shook hands with them.  When Detective Bailey
stuck his hand in front of me however, I refused.  I was angry.  Why were
they here?  It was over now.  I'd paid my dues and I'd been through hell.

    Moving into the living room, we all sat down.  Baily watched me from
across the room.  I guessed that I was acting suspicious.  I couldn't help
it though, I was nervous.

    "How are you feeling, Jake?" Bailey asked, straightening his blazer.

    "I'm feeling much better now," I replied.  I kept glancing at my father.
  I wanted nothing more than for him to dismiss the two men.  But, they were
cops, and I supposed that they were going to ask me their questions, whether
it was here or at a police station.

    "Good," Bailey remarked, "We decided to wait until you'd recovered."

    "Wait for what?" my Dad cut in.  "What's this about?  We've been through
all this with you guys already."

    "Like we said," Ritter began, his tone plain, "We've had some new
developments in the case."

    "Case?" escaped from my mouth.

    "Yeah," Bailey answered, "The death of Alexander James."

    "I thought ..." my Dad began to say, but I cut him off.

    "I killed Alex," I said, anger growing inside me.  "In self defense, in
front of dozens of witnesses.  I made my statements, what else do you want?"

    Bailey tightenned, getting right down to business.  "Did you go down to
Mr. James' apartment complex, impersonating an officer in order to enter the
building?  And then, brutally attack Mr. James in his apartment?"

    I froze in my seat.  He was making it sound as though I was the badguy.
My Dad was glarring at me from his seat.  "Yes, but only after he g .. got
his friends to beat me up.  And Reese too!  They attacked me ... I was in
the hospital.  And, Reese."

    "This was all in our statement," my Dad interjected.

    "We know that, Mr. Moraine," Ritter said, returning his gaze to me.
"How do you know it was Alex who sent those people after you?"

    "Because he admitted it to me!" I stammered.  This was all too much for
me.  I could feel my shirt filling with sweat.  My face was redenning with
anger, sadness, and confusion.  Suddenly, I shot out of my chair.  I just
couldn't handle it anymore.  "Dad," I uttered, "I can't do this."  I was
overwhelmed with emotion.  Those moments on that dark porch, when Alex and I
played out our final and disastrous meeting repeated over and over in my
head.  I'd done my best to forget what I'd been forced to do, however I knew
that the memories of that night would always be with me.  And now, two cops
were fishing around in what they couldn't understand.  I wondered if things
could get any worse.

    "Jake," my Dad began, "I think we need to sit down and clear this up."

    "I can't Dad," I said, desperate to get out of there.

    Immediately, Bailey and Ritter stood up.  Beginning toward me, Ritter
grinned.  "Okay, then you'll be coming with us."


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