Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 22:09:35 GMT From: Cold Mouse Subject: As We Know It 2 I woke up with a strange new sensation all over my body. My head felt lighter then usual, as if full of helium and floating away. The rest of my body tingled sweetly, indescribably... what was this? I yawned, and rubbed my eyes... it was too early to figure out what it was. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I untangled myself from Patrick's embrace, and got out of bed. I didn't wake my friend, rather, I loomed over the bed a few moments, examining his sleeping form. I had already known that he was hot enough awake, and unconsciousness did nothing to change that. He lay atop the covers, wearing nothing but the boxers he had donned last night, in case my parents came into my room in the morning. It was Sunday, and since we had discovered each other's bodies two days ago, we had decided to be careful about stuff like that. Heh, we still hadn't been smart about it, though... if they had discovered us snuggling like that with only boxers on, they'd definatly have suspected something! His were white, with thin multicolored stripes running horizontally. They were about a size or two too small on him, to my delight - they rode up on his thigh, revealing the perfect, slightly pale skin beneath, barely covering his smooth ass. He remained shirtless, and his chest still glistened with the residue of sweat from the activities of the night before. While he wasn't muscular, he wasn't scrawny either - he seemed to me to be perfectly in the middle. With a yawn, he rolled over, and continued sleeping. Sighing, I continued to watch him... he looked so angelic asleep. Awake, too, for that matter. When I found myself unable to pull my intent, staring gaze away from his half naked body, it hit me... the strange feeling from before was love! Bwamp! Bwamp! Bwamp! I was jolted out of my reverie by my alarm clock. "Shit," I muttered under my breath, and wasted no time running softly over to the other corner of the room to shut it off before it disturbed Patrick. I guess I had forgotten to turn it of that weekend, as I frequently did... but what was I doing up this early on a Sunday, especially after the late night of passionate sex I had just experienced? My body worked in mysterious ways... I didn't try to understand it. After shutting off my damnfool alarm clock, I walked over and sat down at my computer, waiting for Patrick to wake up. My parents - devote Presbyterians -- would be at church at this time, so there was no chance of me getting a good breakfast, unless I wanted to cook for myself... and the last time I had tried to use the oven I had accidentally set it on "clean" mode which swiftly burned my food to a crisp. So instead of eating, I switched my computer on, and leaned back in my chair as it booted up. I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do, aside of sit around waiting for Patrick to awaken again. Eventually my computer finished the task of booting up, and my eyes were met with my wallpaper. I had selected a black background to work off of, and centered on the screen was the imposing image of Inferno, the boss of Soul Caliber. I loved that picture... his body and limbs consisted of solid fire, while his hands and feet seemed to be carved of rock. Even though Inferno wasn't a very good character in the game, I kept the picture up, for no better reason then it looked cool. Once windows was fully loaded, I started my connection to the internet out of habit; that was always the first thing I did upon booting up. Immediately ICQ popped by itself... no one was on. Of course not, I told myself... not this early in the morning. Drumming my fingers on my desk, I swiveled around in my leather chair and glanced back at Patrick, then back to the screen. He seemed under pretty deep... I would have a while before he woke. Looking over him gave me another idea; I opened up IE but, instead of surfing the web, I went to my hard drive, and searched around until I found exactly what I was looking for. I had saved Oxygen's story, "One Day More," - the one with the character who reminded me of Patrick - to my computer. Now that I have seen another side of my young friend, I wanted to compare the story to the kid one more time. I scrolled down through the dialogue, to the paragraph I was looking for; the description. Sure enough, it matched, just as clearly as I had thought it had. From the overall description of aspects such as height, frame, and hair color, to the more specific details, Oxygen's character was Patrick all over. He even had Patrick's nose down. Slightly larger then normal, but not unappealingly... instead, it had the effect of being cute. "Whacha readin'?" Jesus, I must have jumped about a foot in the air... I had been so engrossed in my reading that I hadn't even noticed Patrick had woken up. He wouldn't know it... or maybe he would; after all he was gay, too. "'One Day More...' a story by some guy called Oxygen... did you read that? This one character reminds me of you." "You mean Alan?" He frowned, not unpleasantly. "Naw... he's much shorter then I am! And he's nothing like me, aside of looks. I mean, in ODM2 he starts cheating, and I'm completely devoted to you!" On that note, we began to exchange a kiss, until what he had said sunk in... "What?" I asked suddenly, breaking off the kiss a bit too soon. "You mean there's a sequel?" "Heh, check it out for yourself," he said, pointing at the computer screen. "It was put up Friday afternoon... I read it before you came over." I pulled down my bookmarks and went to the O-Zone, Oxygen's homepage, and sure enough, there it was... One Day More 2. We read it together - even though Patrick had seen it already, he said he had rushed through it the first time, and wouldn't mind getting a chance to look it over more thoroughly. Once we had finished, an expression of satisfaction had passed over his face. However, as it turns out, it was more from himself then from the story. "You see?" he said, almost triumphantly. "I would never act like that!" I nodded. "Yeah, I see what you mean." Briefly, I paused, and tunred my eyes back to the computer screen. "The guy Alan does in this one sorta reminds me of Ian from school." "Ian? No way!" Patrick shot back, his grin never faltering. "I wouldn't fuck him! Can't stand that guy, heh." But he had to admit the physical similarities were there... the thin, straight, shoulder-length blond hair, the light, pale complexion, and the tendency towards dark grey sweatshirts. Not without a lot of effort, I turned my grin into a mock-frown. "So where am I? How come you're off doing Ian, while I'm not even mentioned?" "Heh, we'll have to write in to this Oxygen guy, tell him he's doing it all wrong," he said, pausing to kiss me briefly, "and tell him that he need to put you in the next sex scene with Alan." I grinned lustily. "I have a better idea... why don't we make our own sex scene right here?" Slowly I got up from the chair, and began to wrap my arms around him. "I take it no writing will be involved?" He asked hypothetically, and then began kissing me again. Rather then answer his question, I grunted an affirmative and kissed him back, as passionately as I had been doing all weekend. We fell together, in each others arms, back onto the bed from which we had just recently arisen. Before we could actually begin, however, I heard a voice elsewhere in my room cheerfully yell, "Uh-oh!" Arg, I hate that sound! I had been meaning to change the sound scheme on ICQ for years, but in my infinite laziness, I had just kept putting it off again and again. When I had connected ICQ had started automatically. I continued kissing Patrick for a moment, but then the noise came again... "Uh-oh!" "Fuck... hold on..." I mumbled, which my trembling lips still brushing against his. Eventually I managed to pull myself away, and without bothering to see who was sending me whatever message, I shut the offending program down. Blinded by lust, I tripped over my chair and knocked over my speakers in my rush to rejoin Patrick on the bed, nursing sore shins. I pulled off my boxers and then jumped agilely back to his side. Already hard from watching Patrick in his sleep and reading the Oxygen story, I wasted no time in yanking down my friend's shorts as well, sending his own shaft straight up, pointed right at my face. The tingle of love I had experienced upon awakening was stronger now, further strengthened enhanced by lust and the knowledge that sex was shortly to come, so to speak. I climbed atop him, taking as many of his inches in my mouth as I could, while, as I straddled his face, Patrick did the same for me, only upside-down. This was a position was had used last night, and one that we had found to be particularly effective as it maximized the pleasure we both received. As always, Patrick's mouth did exquisite things to my cock - I would have moaned in ecstasy had my mouth not been full at the moment. This was pure bliss... to be given such a wonderful feeling while knowing at the same time I was doing the same for Patrick. Just went I felt my body begin to convulse uncontrollably, I felt the same thing happening beneath me, and shortly I once felt the sweet and salty taste filling my mouth. My hips began moving of their own accord, and with a strong surge of pleasure I felt myself release into Patrick's awaiting mouth. When I was sure we were both spent, I licked my lips of any boyjuice I might have missed, and rolled off from atop him. I turned myself around, so we were face to face once again. No words were spoken; we had no need for them right now. We just lay there holding each other and occasionally kissing again for the next five minutes, relaxing and forgetting that any aspect of life might be less then the perfection we were both feeling now. We would have lain like that for a great deal more time, if not for the sounds of my parents arriving home from church that came drifting up the staircase to where we lay. Patrick moaned in irritation, and I echoed it. In our post-euphoric laziness we moved slowly getting out clothes on, an action slowed further by the fact that we were paying more attention to each other then to the cloths with which we were dressing our selves. As it turned out, our rush was ill-warrented; assuming us still asleep, my parents didn't even come up to my room. But the expirience left a question lingering in my mind. "Hey, Patrick," I asked, after we collapsed back onto the bed. "D'ya think we should, you know, like, tell them?" Words came slowly... I was insecure about this new idea of mine. "Tell them what?" he giggled back, pulling on the hood of the black sweatshirt he wore. It was mine; as we had redressed he had grabbed my shirt instead of his, perhaps by accident, perhaps out of his playful nature. I jabbed him lightly in the ribs with my elbow. "C'mon, you know." His expression turned... not quite serious, but more so then it had been a moment before. "No way. Heh, I'm not even used to the idea of being gay myself, much less having... y'know, a boyfriend." That was what I was, I realized... I hadn't even thought of it before. The idea of actually being Patrick's boyfriend was enough to make me hard again. But still... "Don't they have a right to know this sort of thing?" "John, are you not thinking clearly? All this sex has gone to your head. You're parents are devout Presbyterians, right?" I nodded. "What's the Presbyterian philosophy on gays?" I shrugged, or did the best I could lying down. "I dunno. I never really paid attention in church." After thinking a minute, I added, "But I can't see how it could be anything good... I mean, with Leviticus around an' all." Patrick nodded. "I don't think we need to tell them... ever." He grinned again. "Or maybe you can eventually... I mean, they're your parents." I squirmed a bit... I was growing uncomfortable with this line of discussion, even though I had initiated it. "Yeah... so anyway, when's the next chapter of One Day More coming out? Is he making it a series now, or what?" We were back on a more comfortable topic now, and we laid there for hours just talking about whatever entered our heads... stories we had read, movies we had seen, games we had played, anything! It seemed perfect. And when my mother came up hours later to offer us lunch, the thought of coming out didn't ever enter my head. I was lost in the moment, happy with the way things were now, hoping that they would never change. By this point, we were both pretty hungry, so we agreed to the lunch and followed Mom downstairs. I smiled as the scent of microwave-warmed cold cuts and cheese greeted my nostrils, and I happily slipped into my chair at the table as Patrick did the same beside me. We ate quickly, and hungrily... that morning's activities had done wonders for the appetite. Concentrated on the food before us, we ate in silence; a silence shattered by my father, as he opened his mouth to remark, "You missed a good sermon today." I started to feel a little uncomfortable. Ordinarily I would go with them to church, more out of routine then at their insistence or because of my faith. But now... now, things had changed. Things were different. Just two days ago Patrick and I had decided the Bible to be untrue... except for revelations, of course. With that established, how could I very well discuss church with my family anymore? Patrick seemed even more nervous then I felt... glancing over at him I discovered that the color had drained from his face, and he was squirming anxiously in his chair. "About the evils of homosexuality?" he asked quickly and quietly, cracking his voice twice. My father looked at him strangely, and I couldn't breath for a moment. Then I relaxed a little... my parents had always thought Patrick to be a little weird because of the apocalypse fascination. They shouldn't read too much into this... should they? Would they? "No..." my father answered, interrupting my train of thought. "it was about the Book of Corinthians. Why...?" Before he could finish his question, I cut him off. "So nothing about Revelations today, huh?" I asked, laughing slightly, trying not to sound like I was changing the subject... which I was. "Maybe next week." Before either of my parents could respond, Patrick jumped in, saying, "That reminds me John... it's Sunday, so the new Weekly World News should be out... let's go down to the newstand and check it out!" "You got any money though?" I had spent my last dollar on Friday. Swifty Patrick stuck his right hand into his pocket and pulled out a greasy, wadded up bill. "Found this in my couch yesterday!" he said, beaming. Then his face fell again, a massive transformation that almost made me want to cry. "Oh wait... we need one twenty-five." My mother smiled, knowing our love for the tabloids. "Tell you what," she said cheerfully, pulling out some cash. "Go and buy me a Sunday Globe and I'll give you the money for your little magazine." I didn't need to be told that twice. "Thanks," I murmured, grabbing the money from her hand. In my other hand I grabbed Patrick's and together we ran outside, forgetting to close the door behind us. Swiftly we ran as one down the street in the direction of the newsstand. It was far from close... in fact it would take us a while to get there. But that had never mattered to me before, and it didn't now. Then, there had always been the hope, the possibility that at the end of the road my trip would be rewarded with apocalyptic tabloids. Now, I had Patrick with me on my journey, and that was all that mattered. Still running against the wind, never slowing or thinking about anything other then each other, we rounded a corner into the park, and continued our journey down the bike path, by the edge of the woods. I have Patrick with me, I thought again... that's all that matters. I hadn't thought about Revelations at all today, except as an excuse to get out of the house. My thoughts started running as fast as we were. Just a few feet ahead, I could see a fork in the bike path, with the left branch leading deeper into the woods, and the right continuing on straight, towards the newsstand, they way I had gone so many times before. I stopped short, and before Patrick could ask why, I kissed him, very lightly, on the cheek. The park was nearly deserted, and anyone around us would have thought I merely brushed into him. Patricked blushed, but then looked concerned... after all, there still were people around us. "This is a public place..." he said, his inhibitions battling his inner desires. A smile began to form across my face. "So we'll go this way," I said, pulling him to the left. Deep into the forest, into solitude. He grinned, and we joined hands again, and continued on our way.