Date: Tue, 11 May 2004 14:17:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Running_Through_Blind Subject: Chapter 9 of Running Through Blind Hey Y'all!!! I feel terrible, why? Because I don't think I've thanked my readers yet especially those who have e-mailed me. Thank you once again for all your support. I promise that I will continue writing you guys personalized e-mail replies because you mean the world to me. and I know it must be hard for you guys to stand there in the shadows. Never feeling the sunlight on your face. So content to let me shine. And I'm get all the glory. Just standing about like a beautiful face without a name. (Faces and names I guess... in this case) DID YOU EVER KNOW THAT YOU'RE MY HERO! You're everything I wish that I could be (sustained). I can fly higher than an eagle. If you are the wind, beneath my wings. wow I feel really defiled now... kinda dirty. Stupid Bette Midler... I don't really listen to her. I'm sorry. That was harsh of me, to put you all through that. I apologize. But you can always send me a scathing e-mail about how upset you are now. Anyway. Yeah... heheh... I was just surfin through the archive recently and stumbled across another story that I thought was pretty spiffy, Wade and Christian. I liked it, but the ending was a little sudden. Oooo and Lacrosse Player, I'm pretty fond of that one as well. so yeah kiddies, time to get started: this story contains sketchy scenes between two boys, who are consenting, but still are underage... but then again no since it takes place in Canada where age of consent is 15 I think... screw it they're not having sex anyway. Well yet. Back on track. Don't steal my work, recreate it or take the story and just change the names, I'll hear about it and get awfully upset. I may even have to break my curtain of anonymity and track you down, pay you a little visit, and demand payment for my work. So yeah. W00t. Running Through Blind Part 9 "Hey Rhys, does this shirt make me look fat?" "How gay have I made you???" "Exsqueeze me, I was gayed out before you even stepped into the scene Mister. So don't you be all up in my face." Kyle responded in a faux lisp while flailing his arms and snapping wildly. "Now that was just offensive." "I know. I'd apologize, but its been done enough for today." "So what's this about looking fat in a shirt?" "O nothing, I was just joking around with you." "O... ok. I just noticed that you've kinda been packing the pounds lately. Just thought you'd like to know." "I have not been packing the pounds!!!" Kyle gave Rhys a dirty look. "Yeah sure. Tubby." "I'm hurt Rhys!!!" "And this conversation just got way to superficial. And scene!" The boys just looked at each other. Both rolled their eyes. "What have we gotten ourselves into. I feel so controlled." "What do you mean Rhys?" "I dunno. I just like there's this whole mold that we have to fit into. Like I have to wear flaming shirts with pink flamingos, and then have turquoise necklaces coming outta my ass or something. I'm just sick of the stereotype." "Hey!!! I'll have you know that turquoise looks mighty nice! " "But seriously Kyle. Don't you feel like you should fit a mold sometimes." "No. That's just dumb. There is no need to ever conform to anything. End of discussion." "But I really do like turquoise!!!" "We are so not on speaking terms right now. Starting now. SILENT TREATMENT" Rhys walked around Kyle's room. He went through his desk and trophies sifting through the various knick knacks and junk. "Hey what are you doing??" "Nothing. And I thought we weren't on speaking terms." "O yeah I forgot... Silent treatment over!" "Officially?" "Ummm we'll see." "Well thats a pretty half assed way of going about it now isn't it?" "In what way?" Rhys turned quickly with a picture in his hands. "Speaking of ass, what's this?" "What the Fuck where did you find this?!?!" "Awww Kyle, you never told me you were a boy scout. That's so cute. Look at you, all scarfy and riddled with badges! Hey did you get one in knots?" "That was kinda kinky, and I'll have you know I passed knot tying with flying colours. Wanna try?" Rhys chuckled "Maybe later. This is so cute. You look so innocent in you uniform." "Yeah yeah..." "So? How did you get all wrapped up into this scouts business?" "Well I wanted to join brownies, but I realized I liked to kiss boys more." "Good choice. Proud of your pride." "Asshole." "What! You were the one who made the comment about kissing boys!" "Speaking of kissing boys?" Kyle raised threw Rhys a scurrilous look. "Your way to horny. I'm going. I don't feel like being used today, thank you very much." "Mmhm, you know you're a big slut at heart." "What, that's just rude! I am so not a slut! If anyone is its you!" "Ok, I admit it, wanna make out?" "No!... ok maybe later... I have to go to do homework. I feel extremely studious, aka asian today." "That was just racist!" "Well if you can be homophobic!" "I can so not be homophobic, remember, boyscout kissing of boys. Kissing you?" Kyle threw Rhys a quick wink. "I'm going now, bye!" Rhys turned his back to go. "Youch!" Rhys turned quickly around rubbing his bum which now was smarting from a quick slap. "That was defiling, no wonder women want rights!" "Hahah... Are you saying you're the girl of this relationship?" "Maybe just the bitch part, but otherwise, if anyone is the dominant one here, its so me!" "Yeah sure, you keep telling yourself that. Clearly you're the bottom of this relationship." "Show you bottom!" Rhys tackled Kyle onto the bed, the two struggled and rolled about between the two, one trying to gain the upper hand over the other. Rhys slipped his arm out of Kyle's vice-like grip and jabbed two fingers into Kyle's ribs. Kyle stunned by the sharp feeling dropped his defenses briefly allowing Rhys to flip the bigger of the two, beneath him and pinning Kyle. "Told you I was the dominant one." "Hey well this positions fine with me." Rhys leant in to kiss Kyle. The other boy reciprocated the kiss and they felt the sparks fly again. Rhys tongue danced lightly against Kyle tongue. The familiarity of the feeling of their bodies so close felt good. Rhys could feel Kyle's arousal. Pushing off he said. "Well that was a umm.... yeah. I gotta go. Uh... bye" Rhys dashed out of the room. He walked to the door and left. Kyle was left alone again in his room. "What the Fuck!" Screamed Kyle. He didn't understand... he didn't understand what was going on between the two of them. He was frustrated. He got up and grabbed his coat and ran after Rhys. Rhys' Perspective "What the Fuck!" Rhys screamed out at the cold darkness. The early spring air was crisp and the sun had set. He walked under the streetlamp shine. He wandered aimlessly. Unsure of where to go. What to do. He felt empty... Kyle's Perspective 'Where the hell is he" Kyle thought. Walking down the street he couldn't find Rhys anywhere. The cold air made him pull his jacket tighter around his body. He ran a little faster looking down the streets for any trace of Rhys. Finally he gave up and began to walk back home. Lost in thought he walked slowly, paying little attention to what was infront of him. "Ooff" Kyle was shaken out of his trip to lala land and focused on what or who he had run into. There infront of him was Rhys. "Hey you know Kyle, if you watch where your going, you'll be less prone to running into things." Kyle just grabbed Rhys and kissed him there. The two forgot the cold, where they were, or what was happening around them. The clouds rumbled. the kiss ended. The streetlamp shine glowed softly against Rhys cheeks. A light pink rosy hue danced upon his face. "I... Kyle. I'm sorry... You know its just like I can't go any further with it. Its just not time." "Shut up for a sec." Rhys just peered back. His face neutral. But tears welling at the side. "Lets go home ok?" "Yeah." The two walked closely down the sidewalk. Kyle's hand never leaving Rhys' back. The cold wind whipped around them, leaves danced caught in the wind. The boys walked along the road. Cars drove by, the light was dimming. The soft pink glow of the sunset was fading in the west. The clouds grew more grey. Kyle opened the doors to his home. Rhys sat down in silence on a couch. His face, tear streaked. Kyle just held him. Rhys clutched onto Kyle tightly. Time slipped by... The two sat together rocking gently. The house was quiet, the room dark. Rhys' grip grew tighter. His tears stopped, but he held onto Kyle as if he were holding onto life itself Rhys looked up at Kyle's face. His face was stained with tears. Rhys laughed slightly "What are you laughing at?" Kyle gave his friend a slight smile "Nothing, just thinking about how we so would have fit into the girls scouts more. I just love those cookies." "Hahaha... You know Rhys?" "Know what?" "That eventually we're going to have to get up, mainly because my legs fallen asleep under you less than light ass. Although it is very nice and firm" "O sorry." "Your not getting up" "Live with it, your lap is comfy." "Do I get a reward for this?" "You can spank me later" "With a paddle? Or just bare hand?" "Eww I was joking... kinda" "This conversation has taken a twist for the worst." "Yah... wanna keep talking dirty?"" "Sure! I mean no. We need to talk" "Talk dirty?" "No seriously!" "Ok. Fine. So talk." "Rhys, come on you need to communicate with me. Not just joke around and shit but real communication." "Like real couples?!?! Gosh Kyle, that would be like my dream come true." "Don't take the valley girls tone of voice with me!" "Fine. So what? What is there to talk about? Our dating? Our being together? My not wanting to fuck or be fucked? What do you want to talk about Kyle!? What is there to talk about?" "Rhys. I-.." "You what Kyle? Huh you wanted to talk so talk" "Rhys your shutting me out. Why are you shutting me out. Don't I mean more to you?" "More. Fuck Kyle. This isn't some regular relationship. We're gay. We're supposed to be dysfunctional. Nothing goes properly for us does it. Nothing. We have to hide about our relationship. Fucking hell I can't even bring myself to go to the next level with you. I can't do this anymore." "What are you saying?" "What am I saying?!? Isn't it obvious. We're going no where. Go find another guy. No better yet go find a girl be happy. Make babies, just leave me alone. I am not the person you want. I'm not even who you think I am. I'm nothing Kyle." "Rhys you really don't want to do this." "Do what, break up. Not be "together". That word sickens me. Everything was going fine before you became all friendly to me. I knew what I was doing, where I was going. Everything as peachy. It was great. And now you're here and things are messed up... and I can't, it just doesn't work." "You think this is easy on me!? Rhys I can't even begin to describe what this is like for me. God. Rhys this isn't so cut and dry. I love you. I really do Rhys. Isn't that enough. What more can I give you. I'm sorry Rhys. But that all I can offer. If that's not enough then... I'm sorry." "Well I'm sorry too. Go find so pretty girl. Have kids. Make 2.45 kids. This isn't the life for you. Your life is set. Don't fuck it up for me." Rhys left... The door slammed behind him. The room was silent again. The words echoed in Kyle's mind. Kyle was left standing alone. End of Part 9 Sorry guys. Wasn't sure where I was heading with the story. And I've been uber busy. No not just uber busy, uber duper busy. Its ridonkulous how busy I've been. Work, essays, tests, standardized testing. But I'm happy to announce that I am leaving my current school to do IB for two years I'm super excited. Yeah tributes now to stories. My god I'm in love with the story Orli. In the celebrity section. Its great. I can't contain the orgasmic pleasure it brings me. Orgasmic being figuratively speaking. I was so not using that story for... lets say more sordid purposes. Sorry. Yeah great story loving it. OOO and Wade and Christian. That's another story I was all fawny over. But now its over!?!? wait sorry already blabbered about it. Anyway. As the girls from teen girl squad would say. ITS OVER. send me e-mails: running_through_blind@yahoo.com I love hearing from ya'll its my opiate, what can I say. Anyway sorry for the delay. Send suggestions. I may just cut the story off here. We shall see. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. I should so become a facist dictator. Or American. Either one works. Disclaimer: if you were offended by anything I just said please send an angry e-mail to the above listed e-mail address. Then go sod yourself. But then again. If you could do that, what would you need these stories for... Encouragement?... sorry Disclaimer for the disclaimer: the author apologizes for anything rude said above. The author is fully aware of the crude comments and steps have been taken to ensure that the dirty side of the author is kept in check, and punished. O and thanks to Shaun for keeping up the whole e-mail thing. w00t to you!