Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 02:41:02 -0400
From: mchalejamie@emailaccount.com
Subject: Reese and Me 28 - The Fire

Reese and Me 28 - The Fire
May 21, 2003

Written by Jamie McHale

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

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Reese and Me 28 - The Fire

    Four months later ...

    ~ Jake ~

    How things can change with time.  Relationships end, and others
begin.  People drift apart, and others grow closer.  Reese had changed
substantially within the last four months.  I suppose that I had also
evolved on some level.  Change can be good, or it can be bad.  In either
case, it is always inevitable.

    There are certain points in one's life where you come to realize
something that you had always overlooked.  Something so important that
when this epiphany occurs, it seems to throw your entire life into a
spinning mess.  My relationship with Reese had undergone such a dramatic
shift that I had been left to wonder just how things could have fallen
apart so quickly.  But, there were still so many unanswered questions.

    High school graduation had come and gone.  Now well into the summer,
I still had no idea what I was going to do with the rest of my life.  I
knew that by the end of the summer, my life as I knew it would come to an
abrupt end.  I would be going post-secondary in San Francisco at Berkeley
University, leaving behind me everything I held dear.  My friends, my
family, Reese ... my entire life.

    ********

    The dance-floor was filled.  I was leaning over a second floor
railing of the club, watching as hundreds of people shifted around,
drinking and socialyzing amongst each other.  Angrily, I imagined Reese
with Brian somewhere else in the city, happy together.  Without me.
Sighing aloud, I sipped my rum and coke.

    It was all still so unbelievable to me.  How had things fallen
apart so quickly?  Right before my eyes.

    The music largely techno, bouncing lights played across the massive
dance-floor.  The group of friends I had arrived with were around
somewhere.  I imagined that they were all having a much better time than
I possibly could.

    Why am I even here?

    Drinking seemed to be solving most of my problems lately.  A fake
I.D. I had acquired through Chase had helped me out a lot in that
department.  Perhaps too much.  I couldn't remember the last night I had
spent without having a drink.

    "Jake!" a voice cried from somewhere behind me.  I turned to see Cory
pushing his way through a large crowd of patrons.

    "Hey," I called back, managing a smile.

    Looking extremely cute, Chase's ex-boyfriend stepped up beside me at
the railing.  "What's up buddy?  How come you don't come walk around for
a bit?"

    "I dunno," I cried, having difficulty holding a conversation in such
a noisy environment.  Even still, I felt as though I actually had
something meaningful to say, so I leaned into his ear, "How can I be in a
place with so many people and still be so alone?"

    Cory's smile immediately turned upside-down.  He slid his hand across
my shoulders, appearing sympathetic.  My emotions were so imbalanced that
I actually just wanted to start kissing him right there.  I kept myself
in check, however.

    "Cheer up, Jakey," he said, smiling again, "It won't last.  Reese is
jus bein an ass."

    Ever since Cory and I had become friends, he'd had this thing for
calling me 'Jakey.'  I thought it was cute, and on this occasion he
actually managed to put a genuine smile on my face.

    "You're cute," I said, leaning into his ear once again.

    "You're drunk," he replied, laughing.  It had just occurred to me
that I had never even really joked with Cory about that sort of thing.
He must have thought me completely hammered to have been hitting on him.

    "No," I assured him.  "This is only number three."

    Cory seemed to brush it off, looking away from me momentarily.  I
wasn't sure how to take his reaction.  However my thoughts
were interrupted as Chase, along with Jered, Justin, and Meg joined us at
the railing.

    "Wazzzzup?!" Chase screamed, approaching me.

    I was glad to see him.  He'd been so great to me, especially since my
difficulties with Reese had reached a level in the extreme.  "Hey," I
replied.  "Not too much."  I gestured to Cory, making sure my tone of
voice was loud enough for him to hear, "Just chattin with your SEXY ex!"

    Chase mocked an expression of disappointment, "Don't be stupid,
you're mine!"

    I laughed, raising my glass to cheers with him.  We clinked our
drinks together, exchanging smiles.

    "How you feeling Jake?" cried Meg, taking a step toward me.

    "Shitty, you?!"

    "Come on baby!" she laughed, "We're all having an awesome time
tonight!"  She shot a glance around at the group, "AM I FUCKING RIGHT
GUYS?!"

    What followed was a succession of applause and cries from the entire
gang.  Then, of course, a mandatory chugging of whatever was left of our
respective drinks.  I welcomed it.  Without hesitation, I threw back the
rest of my rum and coke, looking forward to the drunkeness that was to
come.  Maybe then, I would be able to forget about Reese.

    Just then, the shot-girl strolled up, searching for business.  "Fuck
yeah!" I yelled, trying desperately to get into my 'club-mood'.  "Six
shots of the strongest shit you got!"

    "Tequila okay?!" the blonde cried, reaching down into her holster for
the appropriate twenty-sixer.

    "Yep!" I replied, glancing around at my friends to discover a common
look of disgust among all of them.  After paying the shot-girl, I decided
on a brief pep-talk, "Oh come on!  It's just ONE shot!  Don't be
pussies!"

    I had said it.  I had called them pussies.  That was it, they would
now do anything to prove me wrong.  After erupting with cheers, we all
clinked our shots together and tossed them back.  No chases.  Oh yeah ...

    Most of their faces, especially Justin's, immediately twisted in
disgust.  I laughed and pointed, not realizing the futility of my own
actions.  All this in an attempt to 'lose' my problems for a few hours.
The next morning, everything would be the same.  BUT, at that point, I
wasn't about to allow that to deter me.

    'All day I dream about sex,' by Outkast came shouting through the
speakers.  Chase and Meg immediately went into dance-mode.  I thought it
was funny, as I had never really been one for dancing.  However, it
afforded me a striking show by Chase.  As he moved next to Meg, he kept
his eyes locked onto mine.  Unable to break eye-contact, I stared
intently at him.  I had sex on my mind.  It had been far too long since
Reese and I had actually done anything, and I was hurting.

    I realized that everyone there could see what was going on, so I
finally forced myself to look away.  I opted to turn and face down at the
dance-floor, once again.  Would it be so bad to go home with someone
tonight? I asked myself.  It wasn't cheating if Reese had turned his back
on our relationship.  Even still, I continued to wear his ring, and (as
far as I knew) he wore mine.  So what were we?  The closest analogy that
I could figure was that of a married couple who was momentarily
separated.  But for what length of time would our separation last?
Taking into consideration the current state of my emotions, I wasn't
certain how long I could wait for him.

    With that thought, I cried aloud, "Fuck it!"

    Everyone turned to look at me, however my eyes were on but one
person.  He knew it too.

    "Come with me," I whispered into Chase's ear, motioning for the
stairs.

    He said nothing, simply following me as I made my way down to the
first floor of the club, and eventually right out the front entrance.

    We walked, without exchanging a word, until we had reached the Jeep.
I suddenly realized that my hands were shaking.  My state of arousal
rising at an alarming rate, I could feel a bulge growing in the front of
my pants.  But, I was nervous.  I wasn't sure how Chase would react to
what I was about to do.  Aside from that, I didn't know that I was ready
for it either.  Another question entered my mind - Was this all in an
attempt to 'forget?'  In that moment, however, it didn't matter.

    Breathing heavily, I stopped at the side of the Jeep.  Nervously, I
glanced around the darkened parking lot.  It seemed to be deserted.

    "Jake," Chase said, "What's going on?"

    "I dunno," I mumbled, my trembling voice cracking with every
syllable.  "I .. I want ..."  Unable to put my emotions into words, I
turned to face him.  He peered down into my eyes, piercing my soul.  This
moment was completely different than any other I had shared with Chase.
Long ago, we had been together, but this time it seemed to be so much
more difficult for me.  This wasn't the 'sympathetic Jake' soothing the
'heart-broken Chase.'  This was me truly wanting him, and what he was.
Fuck Reese, I thought.  At least for one night.

    I decided that if I was to hesitate any longer, I would never go
through with it.  I took a step toward him, so that we were nearly right
up against each other.  Chase was apprently frozen.  He just stood there,
staring into my eyes, waiting for me to make a move.

    My heart was racing as I reached for his waist.  Slowly, I slid my
hands around him, pulling him closer.  I heard him let out a deep sigh of
what I guessed to be pleasure as I buried my face in his neck.  I
savoured his scent, gently kissing his tender skin.  As I slid my hands
over all the surfaces of his body, feeling everywhere I thought I
possibly could, I was waiting for him to push me away.  But he didn't.
Instead, the sexy boy wrapped his arms around my shoulders, rubbing and
touching me passionately.  I felt my body quiver with emotion.  Being so
close to him felt wonderful.

    Savouring every second of this experience, I grasped his ass, his
thighs, everything I could touch.  I could feel his arousal as our
crouches dug into one another.  Slowly, I slid myself against him.  He
replied by doing the same.  He sighed again, leaning into the crook of my
neck.  I could feel his rapid breath on my skin as he began kissing me.
I wanted his lips against mine.

    I pulled back about an inch, separating his face from my neck just
long enough for us to lock into a passionate embrace.  Goosebumps popping
up all over my body, I ran my fingers through his fine hair.  In
response, Chase grasped my ass hard, pulling me back against him.
Massaging each other's mouths with our tongues, Chase again ground
himself into me.  My knees feeling as though they were about to buckle, I
steadied myself by hanging onto both his thighs.  In the vivid heat of
the moment, we started rocking our bodies against one another.  I could
already feel my impending orgasm as my hard cock rubbed up and down
within the material of my boxers.

    The following few hours would be marked by perfect extacy, as Chase
and I celebrated our friendship in the most spectacular way.

    ********

    A week earlier ...

    Just another in a long line of battles ...

    "What the fuck you talkin about?!" cried Reese as his fit of anger
and frustration culminated in a physical assault on my nightstand.  Red
with intense rage, he threw his arm around, knocking everything on the
small table to my bedroom floor.

    "That's it!" I screamed, taking an offensive step toward him.  My
anger had built to the point of no return, and I didn't know how to stop
myself from what I was about to do.

    In anticipation of my impending attack, Reese took a defensive step
backward.  He flinched, his body twisting as I raised my fist.  For a
split second I thought I might actually be able to hit him.
However, some force from within seemed to stop me.

    "You wanna fuckin hit me?" Reese yelled, tears streaming down
both of his cheeks.

    I sighed with frustration, lowering my fist.  "No, fuck!  Just don't
be throwing all my shit on the floor!"  I was still burning with anger,
and I wanted him out of there before the situation got any further.
"What the fuck are you doing anyways?!  Why'd you do that?!"

    "Cuz you're a fuckin asshole Jake!" Reese cried.  His pitch and tone
revealed more to me than I cared to know.

    "Reese!  Calm the fuck down!"

    "No!" he declared, "I'm fucking going home!  I can't stand you
anymore!"  With that, he began toward the door.  For some reason, I
suddenly wasn't yet ready for him to leave, so I blocked his path.
Forcibly, I grabbed both his shoulders.

    "Reese!  Wait!"

    "WHY?!?!"

    That's when I broke down, my anger instantly disolving.  It was
replaced with deep sadness as I was suddenly reminded of how much I loved
him.  Without anything better to say, I stared into his tear filled eyes
and whimpered, "Because I love you."

    "Fuck that!" was Reese's belligerent reply, as he shook lose of my
hold, and effectively, our relationship together.  Before I knew it, he
was downstairs and out the door.  He was gone.

    ********

    ~ Reese ~

    Brian's house - the holy sanctuary.  Where I could live in another
world, if only for a night.

    "I've got it made!" remarked Brian, his eyes blazing red.  He was
absolutely beaming at me from his seat on the oposite couch.  "Just
think, my best friend's the hottest guy in my high school, and that's
really all I need.  There's opportunity there."  He laughed, urgently
staring at me.

    I knew he was talking about me.  Brian's sexual references had always
been present in our friendship, however even moreso since Jake and I had
broken up.  On this occasion, I merely laughed, shrugging him off.

    The high was definitely good tonight.  My head felt as though it
could have weighed a hundred pounds, and all I wanted to do was sit back
and relax.  The TV was screaming out the brightest, most intensive images
I had ever seen, and they were more than enough to keep me occupied.

    I suddenly realized that Brian had moved to sit next to me.  I
laughed, wondering how I could have missed his movements.

    "What's so funny?" Brian asked, gently sliding his hand over mine.

    I was immediately filled with a fluttering nervousness.  It had been
a long time since anyone but Jake had touched me like that.  "Nothin," I
croaked, having a hard time making eye contact with him.

    "Don't be scared," Brian said, withdrawing his hand.  For a long few
minutes, there was nothing but silence.  I finally worked up the courage
to look up into his eyes.  He was right next to me, his left leg pressed
up against my right.  The look on his face made me anxious, but for some
reason, I wasn't sure that I wanted him to move away from me.

    "I'm not," I said, trying to sound as though there had been no change
in my demeanor.

    Brian sighed, mocking fatigue as he switched positions to lay his
head across my lap.  Another wave of anxiousness swept through my body,
but still, I wasn't uncomfortable with his advances.  In an attempt to
loosen up, I brought forth my hand to rest on his shoulders.

    "I'm just gonna take this off for you," Brian whispered, reaching for
my hand.  Slowly, he gripped the ring that Jake had given me to celebrate
our engagement, and slid it off my finger.  I don't know why I allowed
it, but I did.

    Disregarding it's symbolic meaning, Brian tossed the ring onto the
coffee table and turned back to me.  "Just forget about that for a bit,"
he said, smiling.

    I frowned, looking away.  Still, I didn't move, or ask him to get off
of me.

    Probably realizing what he'd just done, Brian reached up and gently
touched the side of my face.  A warm tingly sensation moved up through my
body.  I wanted him to keep touching me that way.  I wanted to truly feel
good again.  Even still, I couldn't make myself advance on him.

    "Jake is such an asshole," Brian shot out, turning his head to avoid
seeing my reaction to his comment.  "You know, he pulled the same shit
with me."

    Brian and I had never really discussed Jake before.  I had always
assumed that it would be an awkward subject, as we both had been in
relationships with him.  On that occasion though, for whatever reason, I
was semi-interested in what he had to say.

    "What you mean?" I asked, attempting to sound as though his comment
hadn't bothered me.

    "You know what I'm talking about," he replied, twisting around to lay
on his back instead of his side.  He was now looking straight up into my
eyes from my lap.  He was absolutely gorgeous, and I suddenly relaized
how attracted to him I was.

    "He tries to control you," he continued, "It's the same stuff he did
to me.  And when he finally gets the point, like when he realizes he
can't control you, he just dumps you."  In a moment I could only
characterize as extremely intimate, he reached up and tenderly undid the
first few buttons of my shirt.  Then he spoke in the softest tone I had
ever heard, "I went through all that, baby."

    I closed my eyes, trying to take it all in.  I realized that my hands
were trembling, an indicator of my anxiety.  I wanted this so badly.
"Yeah," I stuttered, my eyes firmly shut.

    "Don't be so nervous, Reese," Brian whispered, "It's jus me."  I felt
his hands soflty exploring my neck and shoulders.  I let out a deep
breath, almost instictively bringing my hands down onto his chest.
Slowly slipping into the role, I probed his tight pecs, his firm
shoulders, everywhere I could touch.  I almost stopped myself when Jake's
image suddenly popped into my head.  Shaking him out of my thoughts, I
finally opened my eyes.  I found that Brian was still intently staring up
at me.  I'd never seen so much lust and passion in someone's eyes.  I
realized that I was finally going to do it.  I was going to be with
someone other than Jake.  There had been times when I couldn't
have imagined that was possible.  But, things change.

    "I know," I muttered, my arousal growing with each passing second.  I
could feel my cock hardening as Brian smoothly completed un-buttoning my
shirt.  Suddenly, he got up, stepping up in front of me.  'I'm Horny'
painted across his mischievous smile, he quickly pulled off his shirt
revealing his tight physique.  As I watched, he straddled me, pushing his
amazing body up against mine.  Then, he leaned in and we made contact.
Sensually, we moved our lips and tongues together, deeply involved in
what was rapidly becoming an intense session.  It had been so long since
the last time I had done this.  I felt amazing.

    Our passionate kiss lasted for an eternity.  With each passing
minute, my heat seemed to double.  I needed to have sex with him.  My
chest heaving, I finally broke our embrace, pushing him back onto the
couch.  Not a second later, I was ontop of him, relentlessly taking down
his pants and boxers.  His wonderful surprise unleashed, I began kissing
and licking my way down his chest and abs.  When I finally got to his
crotch, I found his hot seven-inch cock waiting for me.

    Brian was so involved.  His body was constantly moving, and his
fingers were inexorably working my hair.  The sensations traveling
through my body were tremendous and overwhelming as I took his meat into
my mouth and began to suck him off.  In carnal passion, I spent nearly an
hour sucking, licking, and kissing his sweet manhood.  I couldn't take it
anymore, I wanted to taste his seed.  Steadily, as Brian moaned and
groaned beneath me, I increased my pace.  I took his entire shaft into my
mouth, afterwhich completely releasing him.  Then I repeated the action.
As his orgasm arrived, he bucked his hips and shot seven consecutive
shots of hot cum into my mouth.

    He wasn't finished just yet, his tool still rock-hard.  Passionately,
he mounted me, setting me on my side.  Like an animal in heat, he pushed
my pants and boxers down to my knees.  I could feel his hot breath on the
back of my neck as he gripped my waist and slowly pushed himself inside
me.  My body pulsed with pleasure, and I reached around to grasp his
sweat-glazed ass.  With all my strength I pulled him as far into me as
possible.  And then, as I had expected, Brian delivered the most intense
sex I had experience in a long time.  I let out slight cries of sweet
agony, enjoying every moment.  Our bodies moved together in the most
fantastic motion.  He humped me hard, and I pushed myself back into him.

    At the same time, Brian reached around and gripped my solid cock.
Breathing deeply and moaning in pleasure, he worked me until we both shot
our loads.  I let out a cry as my body exploded with pleasure.  My toes
dug into the couch,  my own hot cum spraying all over my chest and face.

    ********

    I sat on the sand, watching as waves battered swimmers in the
distance.  The sun beating down on my skin, I lay back onto my
beach-towel.

    I wasn't sure why I was there, but it seemed to be as quiet a place
as any to just be alone and relax.

    I thought about the night before.  My passionate night with Brian had
culminated in the realization that nothing I could do would make me
forget about Jake.

    When it was all over with Brian, I was filled with regret.  I
couldn't figure out why, though.  Is it that I'm not quite ready to move
on?

    I let out a hard sigh, wondering where my life was going.  I had
always thought that Jake and I would be together for the rest of our
lives, especially after his triumph over cancer.  Everthing was
changing.  Was I 'with' Brian now?

    I settled on the hope that, with time, my questions would be
answered.  Then, I could truly get on with my life.

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