Date: Mon, 18 Oct 1999 13:33:20 PDT
From: Chuck Moors <stang32@hotmail.com>
Subject: KEVIN & JORDAN 21

Well here we are again.  Another chapter.  This story gets to be more fun
to write as I go along.  I know that I said that I wanted to end it, but
after a lot of thinking and prodding from some faithful readers, yes that
means you Josh, I realized that I couldn't.  There are too many places that
I haven't been yet with these two, and there is so much more that I want to
do with them, so until I get those things done this story will continue.

And as always there are a few people that I have to thank.

First of all there is SB.  You know what you mean to me, and how much I
miss being able to talk to you every day.  I miss it, and I'm hoping that
you do too.  You are a very important part of my life, and I miss you.

Ed, I am still jealous of you, but I know that you will tell me how it was.

Brian, take care of him, and don't ever let him go.  He is so special.  I
only hope that I can find someone just like him.

And Joshua, my little brother, you don't know how much your friendship
means to me.  I have told you things that nobody else knows.  In the last
two weeks we have become what I feel to be close.  I hope you feel the same
way too.  I know that if it weren't for your prodding nobody would be
reading this right now.  You are one of my sources of inspiration.  You and
your Brian.  Don't ever let him go.  You know that I want what you have,
and I'm working on it.  I Love ya' bro.

And lastly Kevin.  I know that you will never read this, but it's all for
you.  If you ever do read this, send me some mail.  I would love it.  And a
Happy Belated Birthday.

As always, any questions comments or suggestions can be sent to:
stang32@hotmail.com.

KEVIN & JORDAN

CHAPTER 21

	The night passed too quickly for me.  When the alarm went off the
next morning, I didn't want to get out of bed.  Kevin and I had made love
twice the night before, and I was tired.  Each of us was taking the other
to new heights of passion.  I was more in love with him, than I ever
thought I could be.

	When we made love, he was so gentle, so caring.  Don't get me
wrong, there were times when we just fucked, like the other night in the
shower, but for the most part, when we were together, it was beautiful.
That was another thing that I loved about him.  He never forced me to do
anything that I didn't want to, or that I wasn't comfortable with.  That
was the thing about him.  He is always putting other people before himself.
It is one of the habits I'm trying to break him of.  So last night, I made
him take control, and tell me what he wanted me to do.  It took a little
while, but he finally got into it, and boy did he.  I was going to be
walking funny for a week.

	I lay there, and looked at him.  Taking in every detail of his
face.  His strong jaw line, that until now I hadn't realized, but Brian had
the same one.  You could tell that they were related.  I just wonder if
other things were the same or similar in their family.  I continued looking
at him, his cute little goatee, his eyelashes, everything.  I let my eyes
wander down from his face, past his neck, and down to his half-covered
chest.  I just couldn't get enough of him.  I couldn't stop looking at him.
I finally had to force myself to get out of bed, and get ready for work.

	Quietly slipping out of bed, I made my way to the kitchen to make
coffee, and feed Diva.  Then I headed to the bathroom to take a shower.  I
got dressed as quietly as I could, so I wouldn't wake Kevin.  I wrote him a
note telling him I would be at the studio, and to call my cell if he needed
me, and that I would be home later in the afternoon.

	The only thing that I could think about on my way to the studio,
was how good the last two weeks had been.  But, then reality reared its
ugly head, and I knew that it wouldn't last.  Kevin and Howie would be
leaving the day after tomorrow, to return to Orlando and a week later they
would be going to Europe to finish up work on their album.  I would have
scripts to read, lines to learn, and a few more episodes to film before the
show wrapped for the season.

	We both had jobs to do.  Where as mine would give me the whole
summer off to do what I wanted.  Kevin had said that they were planning on
releasing the new CD in May, and then spending the summer in Europe
touring.

	All I knew was that I wanted to make the most of the last two days
I had with him.  I suddenly had an idea, and picked up my cell phone.

	"Hello?"  A groggy female voice answered.

	"Hi mom, its Jordan."

	"Uh...hi.  Honey do you know what time it is?"

	"Yes I do, and I'm sorry for waking you, but I'm on my way to work,
and I need a favor, and didn't want Kevin to hear," I explained.

	"What is it honey?"  She replied, coming awake.

	"Can you call Judy, and make me a reservation for tomorrow night?"

	"Sure I guess.  How many and what time?"

	"Two at 7:30."

	"Okay, is that it?"

	"Yes.  Oh, yeah, don't tell her it's for me.  Just put it in your
name.  I don't want any of the other staff to know that I'm coming."

	"All right Jordan.  Can I go back to sleep now?"

	"Yes mom.  Thanks.  I love you mommy," I said, as I pushed the end
button on the phone.

	One down, two to go, I thought, as I dialed information, got the
number I needed and placed my next call.

	"American Airlines may I help you?"  A nasally operator answered.

	"Yes, can I get two first class tickets on the 5:30p.m. Flight to
San Diego from LAX tomorrow?"

	Five minutes later, I had the tickets paid for with my credit card,
and they would be waiting for us at the airport.  After telling them who we
were, they also arranged to have security waiting for us when we arrived,
so that we wouldn't get mobbed.  They also had the same arrangement set up
in San Diego.  Although I didn't think we would have much of a problem
there.

The next call for my little night of romance was to a rental car agency.
By the time that I was finished with them, I had a convertible that would
be waiting for us, that just happened to have, champagne and strawberries,
and a CD player that I would be bringing a CD with me for, in the trunk.

	It still amazed me that no matter what time of day you drove in
this town; there was always traffic.  After another fifteen minutes of
weaving my way through it, I arrived at the studio, and my phone rang.

	"Hello?"

	"Jordan, its Phil," came the response from the other end.

	"Hey Phil.  How are you?  How was your weekend?"

	"I'm fine, and it was great.  Where are you?"

	"I'm pulling into the studio now, why?"

	"Well, I need to talk to you about a few things."

	"OH, well can it wait for a couple of days.  Kevin leaves on
Wednesday, and I'm taking us down to San Diego for dinner tomorrow night.
I want to spend as much time with him as I can while not at work."

	"So are you going to introduce him to your parents?"

	"I'm not sure yet.  It depends on how much time we have.  So can we
wait?"

	"Yeah...how about Wednesday afternoon?"

	"That should be fine.  I only have one scene to film this week, and
that's on Thursday."

	"Okay, I'll give you a call Wednesday morning, and we can set
something up."

	"That's great.  I'll talk to you later," I said, as I hung up the
phone and pulled into a parking space.

	The rest of the day was spent with the whole cast doing a read
through of the script, and us making any changes that where they were
needed.  The only bad part was that Chad decided to sit directly across the
table from me, and had this annoying smile on his face the whole time, like
he was up to something.  I tried my best to ignore him the entire time.

	We finished around four that afternoon, but before I could leave
for home, there was something that I needed to take care of.  I went and
talked to the producers, and the director.  I told them that I was going to
have to leave early the next day.

	They, needless to say, weren't too thrilled with the idea.  But,
once I explained to them what was going on, they didn't have a problem with
it.  They were even nice enough to give me Wednesday off.  As long as I
promised to work my ass off learning my lines, so that by the time I had to
film my scene on Thursday, there wouldn't be any problems.  I made sure to
tell them that after Wednesday I wouldn't have any more distractions, and I
could put 100% into these last few episodes of the season, and the finale,
which for some reason, my character would figure prominently in.  I would
soon be proven seriously wrong.

Little did I know that there was someone eavesdropping on our conversation.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

	"Yeah, it's me.  Listen.  They are leaving for San Diego tomorrow
afternoon.  This will be the perfect chance for you to get some pictures of
them," Chad said into the phone.

	"Are you sure you really want me to do this?"  A voice questioned.

	"Yes I am.  I told you I want him back, and the only way for me to
get him back is for the other one to be out of the way, and this is the
only way I can think of to do it."

	"All right.  Just so that you know, I'm only doing this because I
owe you."

	"You are going to get something out of this too you know."

	"I am.  What?"  The voice questioned.

	"Let's just say, for sake of argument, that if Jordan doesn't come
back to me, you get to go public with the pictures, and out one of the
members of the hottest bands going right now...not to mention Jordan too.
Because if I can't get him away from Kevin, I'm going to make sure that his
reputation is ruined in this town."

	"I hope you're right Chad.  I hope you're right."

	"I am.  Don't worry.  Just don't get caught.  The ticket will be
waiting for you at the airport tomorrow.  Don't let me down.  Please."

	"You will get your pictures.  Don't worry, I know how to do my
job."

	"Good.  Call me when you get there, and let me know how it's
going."

	"I will.  Bye."

	"Bye," Chad said, as he hung up the phone.

	`I told you Jordan.  You will be mine again.  No matter what I have
* to do.'  Chad thought, as he headed to his car, and home.  * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * *
	As I walked into my house, I called out a hello, and got no answer
other than a meow from Diva.  I looked through every room of the house and
there was nobody home.  I knew that David probably had to work like I did,
but that didn't tell me where Kevin and Howie were.

	I made my way to the kitchen to feed Diva, and found a note on the
counter.

		Jordan,
			Howie and I went out for a while.  We should be
back in time for dinner, if you're cooking, otherwise we can go out.

						I love you,
						(In *my* Deepest Heart)
						Kevin, your Boo

	I had to love him.  Leave it to that man to put the song title in a
little note.  How many other people did I know that would do that?  The
answer was simple.  None.  Like I said before, he is always putting other
people before himself.  I swear to God, I'm going to break him of that.

	I decided to go and take a shower before they got back.  I really
didn't feel like cooking, so we could go out.  Weather or not Howie and
David joined us remained to be seen, but I wasn't going to let any time
with Kevin get away from me.

	As I finished my shower, I stuck my hand out to reach for a towel,
and it wasn't there.  I knew that it was when I got in.  So I pulled the
shower curtain open to see Kevin standing there, towel in hand, and only
wearing his boxers.

	"Ooh...I like what I see," he said seductively.

	"I bet you do.  Now, can I have the towel?"  I asked,
sarcastically.

	"Umm...no.  But, I can do something better," he replied, as he made
his way over to me, and began to dry me off.  "You know, I was going to get
in there with you, but I was having more fun just watching you," he said.

	"I bet you were.  Can I have the towel now?"

	"No, you can't.  Now just be quiet and enjoy this, because I know
that I'm going to," he said, as he continued to dry my body off.  When he
got to my groin area, he started to slow down.  Paying special attention to
my cock and balls.

	"Honey if you keep that up we're going to have a problem.  You know
that don't you?"  I asked.

	"Yes I do, and I know a way to take care of that problem," he
replied, as he dropped to his knees, and took my soft penis in his mouth.

	I was in no position to complain, and believe me I didn't, but this
was something totally new to him, and me.  I never expected him to do
something like this.  He was finally starting to let himself go, and I
could only think that I had something to do with changing him.

	He was sucking for all that he was worth, and I was enjoying it
like you wouldn't believe.  Here was this absolutely gorgeous man going
down on me and all I could do was groan with pleasure.

	"Kevin, please don't stop.  That feels so good," I moaned.

	There was no answer from him, he just continued to suck.  He
stopped every few minutes to lick at my balls, and to take them into his
mouth.  I was loving the way that he made me feel.  I couldn't wait to make
him feel the same way.  I was lost in my own thoughts when he suddenly
stooped.

	"Hey, why did you stop," I asked.

	"Do you trust me?"  He asked.

	"With my life," I answered, not knowing why he asked.

	Kevin stood up, and walked to the medicine cabinet, and pulled out
my shaving cream and a razor.

	"Are you sure you trust me?"  He asked again.

	"Yes," I answered, truthfully.

	That was all it took, and he proceeded to put some of the shaving
cream into his hands, and began to spread it around my nut sack.

	Now to be truthful, I knew what he had in mind, and I was scared as
hell, but I wasn't going to tell him that.  I just let him keep doing what
he was doing.  When he finished spreading the shaving cream on me, he
turned the hot water on in the sink, and ran the razor under it.

	Once he had it warmed up enough he began to shave me.  I had never
had this done to me, and to tell the truth, it was turning me on.  I was
harder than I had ever been in my life.  I mean, he was so careful not to
cut me, or to go fast, and that was a relief.  By the time he had finished
there wasn't a hair left on my sack, and I kind of liked it.  Then I had an
idea.  He was next.

	When he was finished I looked at him, and said: "You're next you
know."

	To which he replied reluctantly, "Yeah, I know.  Fair is fair.  But
I'm actually looking forward to it."

	"Be careful what you wish for honey, because you never know where
it will lead."

	Kevin took a washcloth, got it wet, and proceeded to wipe away the
remaining shaving cream.  I stepped out of the shower, and gave him a kiss.

	"I missed you today," I said.

	"I missed you too.  How was your day?"

	"It was fine, but get your butt into the shower, you aren't going
to get out of this," I said, as I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and
started to pull them down.

	Once they reached his ankles, he stepped out of them, and turned
the shower on.  He got in, shut the curtain, and got under the water.  I
sat there and watched him, just as he did to me, as he washed his hair,
then the rest of his body.  He probably didn't need it, but he was doing
this for me.  When he was done, I did exactly the same things to him that
he had done to me, with the exception of finishing the blowjob once I was
done shaving him.  His skin was soft and hairless, I loved it.  Although I
knew that in a couple of days, once the hair started growing back that it
was going to itch like hell.  Oh well.  The things we do for love.  Or sex.
It all depended on how you looked at it; I was doing it for both.  I loved
him, and would do anything to make him happy.

	The rest of the night was spent with us and Howie and David going
to dinner, and then home to bed.  David and I had to work in the morning,
and if I was going to be somewhat coherent tomorrow night I needed to get
some sleep.

	The next day passed as slowly as it could.  I guess that part of my
problem was that I was anxious to get out of there and home to Kevin, so
that I could get the night started.

	I had called Kevin when we took a break for lunch, and told him to
be showered and dressed in something nice and to be ready to go when I got
home.  I had decided to take a shower and get dressed in my dressing room
before I left.  One, to save time, and two, so that he wouldn't see what I
was wearing.  Which happened to be an Armani sweater and pants.  I could
hardly wait to see what he had on.

	I pulled into the driveway at four, and ran into the house to get
him.  I noticed that Howie and David were nowhere to be seen, so I assumed
that they were out spending their last night together alone, as Kevin and I
were going to be.  I walked back to the bedroom, and there he was.  Wearing
a skintight black shirt, that left nothing to the imagination, and black
pants, and a black leather jacket.  He looked so HOT!  I wanted to do him
right there, but then the sane part of my mind reminded me that we had a
plane to catch.  Walking up to him I gave him a short, but passionate kiss,
and said, "Come on, we have to go."

	"Where are we going?"  He asked.

	"You will find out when we get there.  So be quiet and just enjoy
tonight, because I know that I will," I answered, giving him another quick
kiss, grabbing his hand, and heading out to the car.

	We made our way along the highway as fast as we could, and when I
took the exit for the airport, Kevin looked at me and asked, "Um...sweetie,
where are we going?"

	"What did I say before?  You will find out when we get there," I
answered.

	We pulled up to the curb in front of American's terminal, I handed
my keys to the valet, and told him we would be back later in the night,
while handing him a tip.  And as promised, security was there escorting us
to the VIP lounge to wait the few minutes for our flight.

	Once we were alone in the lounge, Kevin pounced on me.  Pushing me
against the wall, and kissing me.

	"Okay...spill it.  Where are we going."

	"I told you.  I'm not telling you."

	"I can get it out of you.  You know that don't you?"  He asked,
kissing me again, and grabbing my crotch.

	"Sweetie, you can try your hardest, but I'm not going to tell you.
Let's put it this way, you will not miss your flight tomorrow.  Okay?  I
made sure of that."

	"Jordan, I trust you, and if you say that I'm not going to miss it,
than I won't.  Although I want to," he said, starting to tear up.

	"Baby," I started, wiping away the tears that were starting to form
under his eyes.  "Please, for me, don't think about it tonight.  Just think
about us.  Okay?"

	"Okay," he answered.

	At that moment a security guard came in.

	"Mr. Taylor, your flight is boarding, would you please follow me,"
he said.

	"Sure.  Lets go," I answered, as Kevin and I got up from where we
were sitting, holding hands.

	We made our way to the door, not letting go of each other's hands
until the last possible moment.

	Security escorted us to the plane, and unfortunately Kevin saw
where we were heading, once we reached the gate, but didn't say anything
until we were going down the jetway.  "Honey, why are we going to San
Diego?"  He asked, with confusion written across his face.

	"For dinner," I answered; still trying to be as cryptic as
possible, but it wasn't working.  "Do you remember the first night we had
dinner together?"  I asked.

	"Yes."

	"And, do you remember what I had?"

	"Of course I do."

	"Okay, well we're going to the place where I first had what you
ordered for me that night.  My favorite restaurant in the world."

	"Oh...I can't wait.  Are your parents joining us since we're going
to be down there?"

	"As much as I want them to, and to have them meet the man of my
dreams, no they're not.  This is our last night together for awhile, and I
want it to be special.  If we have enough time, we may swing by their
house.  But, other than that, it's just you and me tonight.  Is that okay?"

	"Of course baby, of course," he answered, putting his arm around
me, not caring who saw us.

	We were escorted to our seats by the first class flight attendant,
who by his nametag was Brian.  I saw him stealing glances at Kevin, and I
just gave him a look that said HANDS OFF!  HE'S MINE!

	He took the hint, and showed us to our seats.  We sat down, and
waited for the flight to take off.

	An hour and a half later we were landing in San Diego, and were the
first ones off of the plane.  I got the feeling from Brian that he didn't
like me much, because I had all of Kevin's attention, but that was his
problem, not mine, such were the benefits of being a celebrity, and sitting
in first class.  Sometimes it was actually worth it, it got us off of the
plane before anybody else.  Security met us at the gate, and escorted us to
the rental car counter.

	I got to the counter, and unfortunately the person there was a
woman who instantly recognized me, that was the funny thing about being in
my hometown, I got recognized more here than anywhere else, and then she
saw Kevin, and went crazy.

	"Okay, here's the deal, if you get us our car, without screaming,
we'll both give you our autographs, and a kiss.  But you can't scream.  Do
you think you can do that?"

	"Uhm...yeah...I can...as long as I know that you're really who I
think that you are," she said.

	"Do we need to prove it to you?"  Kevin asked.

	"Not really.  I mean, who would try and pretend that you're who you
say you are.  If I can just get an autograph for my daughter than I'll
leave you alone, and give you your car," she said.

	Kevin found the nearest piece of paper and signed it "PEACE AND
LOVE, KEVIN," where as I signed it LOVE YOU, JORDAN.

	She gave us the car, and we were on our way.  With only I knowing
where we were going.

	"So this is where you grew up huh?"  Kevin asked, as we made our
way out of the parking lot and down the road, which ran along the bay.

	"Yup, and I love it.  I try and get back here as much as possible.
It's funny, I've only been gone a little over a year, and I miss this
place."

	"Babe, it's not funny.  I was the same way when the guys and I
first got together.  I'm always missing Kentucky.  Orlando is my home now,
but I miss the peace and quiet of my mom's house.  So don't feel bad.
You'll get used to it," he said, trying to assure me.

	Ten minutes later, I was pulling up in front the restaurant.  We
got out of the car, and I handed the keys to the valet, and we headed in.
I stopped at the hostess stand, and cleared my throat so that the woman
standing there would know we were there.

	"I'll be with you in just a minute," she said, not looking up from
what she was doing.

	"That's okay, we can wait.  Although I don't know if your husband
would approve of you making your most famous customer wait for his table,"
I said, trying to keep the laughter out of my voice.

	"There is only one person that can say something like that to me
and get awaywith it.  Jordan Taylor, that had better be you," she said,
finally looking up to see me.

	"Hi Judy," I said, with a grin on my face.

	"Get over here and give me a hug.  I haven't seen you in so long."

	"I know, it's been too long," I said giving her a big hug, as she
came out from behind here podium.

	"I saw your mothers name on the reservations list, and I was
excited to see her.  But I didn't realize it was you coming in."

	"I know, and I'm sorry for that, but I didn't want everyone to know
that I was coming.  I may not be that big up in LA, but when I'm here,
everyone notices me.  And, I wanted to surprise the rest of the staff."

	"Well I can understand that.  So who is this extremely handsome
man?"  She asked, looking at Kevin.

	"Judy, this is my friend Kevin.  Kevin, this is Judy, the
restaurant owners wife, and a friend of my parents."

	"Nice to meet you ma'am," he said, with a little of his accent
coming out, and he held out his hand to shake hers.

	"So Jordan, honey, how long have you two been together?"  She asked
flatly.

	I was dumbfounded, and speechless.  "Uhm...what are you talking
about.  We're just friends," I answered, trying to get off of the subject.

	"Jordan Andrew Taylor, how long have you been coming in here to
eat?"

	"At least ten years," I answered shyly.

	"And do you think that in those ten years, that I wouldn't have
figured out that you were gay?"

	"I didn't think that I was that obvious."

	"You weren't.  In the beginning you were too young.  But as you got
older, and you started bringing your `friends' in to eat with you and your
parents, it became obvious.  That and your mother told me a couple of years
ago anyhow."

	"Oh, well then all I can say is we've been together for about a
month or so.  Right?"  I asked, turning to Kevin.

	He had the funniest look on his face.  He had to be enjoying this.
"Anything you say.  I'm not getting in the middle of this.  You're on your
own," he said, laughing.

	"Gee thanks.  I guess you can show us to our table now.  I'm hoping
that the one out on the patio is open," I said to Judy.

	"Of course it is.  That's the one your mother asked for.  You
always sit there.  Right this way guys," she replied, taking a couple of
menus with her, and leading us through the restaurant, out to the back
patio.

 	"Wow, I really like this place," Kevin said.

	"I do too.  Just wait until you eat.  You'll want to come back here
again."

	"I already want to, just because it's a memory of you."

	"That is so sweet."

	Before he could say another word, the waiter arrived.

	"Good evening gentlemen, how are you doing tonight?"

	"We're great," we both said together.

	He spent the next couple of minutes explaining the specials, and
taking our drink orders.  When he got back with out drinks, he took our
dinner orders; Kevin's first and then mine.  When I told him what I wanted,
he politely tried to tell me that I couldn't get it.  He obviously hadn't
worked there that long, and didn't know who I was, not that I expected him
too, but this was the one time that I was going to enjoy the fact that I
had been coming here for so long.

	"Listen, just tell Tony that the `pain in the ass' is here, and
want's what he normally has, and he will know exactly what to make.  Do you
think that you can do that?  Or do I need to go and talk to Judy?"

	He got all flustered, and said that he would see what he could do,
and I said that that would probably be a good idea.

	"That was really mean you know," Kevin sad, as he took a sip from
his glass of wine.

	"I know, but I never take advantage of my celebrity, but the fact
that I've been coming here for so long, kind of entitles me to something."

	"Yeah, I guess it does."

	The rest of dinner passed smoothly.  Neither of us bringing up the
subject of him leaving tomorrow.  I don't know if we could have handled it
right then, but it was something that we were going to have to talk about
tonight.  Members of the restaurant's staff that had been there for awhile
stopped by to say hello to me.  Most of them didn't know who Kevin was, and
I think that for once he was enjoying the fact that the attention was on
someone else for a change.

	After dinner, we said goodbye to everyone, and got into the car
after the valet dropped it off.

	As we made our way in the car, Kevin kept stealing glances at me
and smiling.

	"What are you smiling at?"  I asked him.

	"You.  I can't believe how totally in love with you I am.  I never
want this to end."

	"I don't either, but you have to leave tomorrow.  What are we
supposed to do about that?  I mean God Kevin, we are going to be apart for
so long." I had started crying, and didn't know what else to say to him.

	"Shh...Jordan, don't try and say it now.  I know exactly what you
are feeling, and I assure you that I'm feeling the same way.  But, we don't
have to talk about this right now.  I want to enjoy the rest of the
evening.  Okay?"

	"Sure," I replied, wiping away the tears on my face.

	I kept driving.  My thoughts still centered on the fact that he was
going to be leaving me tomorrow.  Right then I had to concentrate on
getting us to where we were going, and not to crash the car. That, and the
fact that there was still the rest of my surprise for Kevin.

	We arrived at a parking lot about twenty minutes later, and Kevin
looked around confused.  "Honey, where are we?"  He asked.

	"Just be patient and you will find out."

	"Uhm...okay, I guess."

	I walked to the rear of the car, after grabbing my backpack that
held the music that I wanted to play for us, opened the trunk and pulled
out the CD player that they had provided, along with a cooler, that I
guessed held the champagne and strawberries.  Someone at the rental car
agency had also thrown in a blanket.  I grabbed Kevin's hand, as we made
out way along a trail to our destination.  Kevin had no idea where we were
going, I on the other hand knew exactly where were headed.  After all, I
had been coming here for as long as I had been able to drive and get here
all by myself.

	I had never taken anybody else to where we now stood.  We were on a
stretch of San Diego's beach that was hardly ever visited, as far as I
knew.  Cliffs surrounded us on three sides, and the fourth side was ocean.
If you walked a little further out, the cliffs slowly disappeared and you
were on nothing but beach.  I took the blanket from Kevin's hands and
spread it out on the sand.

	After I was done with that, I opened the cooler that he had set
down, too see a bottle of champagne, and the strawberries that I had asked
for, along with two glasses.  I handed the bottle to Kevin to open, and
went to my backpack, and pulled out the first CD that I wanted us to listen
to.  It was Boyzone.  I put it into the player, pushed the play button.
The music started to flow from the speakers as Kevin handed me a glass.

	"Now are you going to tell me where we are?"  He asked.

	"We, are at a place that is very special to me.  A place where I go
to when I can't deal with things that are going on in my life.  Where I can
be alone, and not be bothered.  I come here when I'm depressed, when I
can't deal with the outside world.  After Chad raped me, I spent a lot of
time here, thinking, sorting out my feelings, just trying to get my life
back together.  And I know that after you leave tomorrow, I'll probably
spend a lot more time here.  This is my sanctuary from life.  The only
place where I can ignore what is going on in the world, or my life, and
just be myself.  That is unless I'm with you.  Does that make any sense?"

	"It makes perfect sense.  I have a place similar to this in
Kentucky; it's out by my fathers old log cabin.  I used to spend hours
there, just thinking.  That is where I went when I was confused or upset.
After my father died, I think that I was there more than I was at my mom's
house.  It was the only place where I could think.  It is where I finally
was able to say goodbye to him, and I knew then that he loved me no matter
what.  I was always afraid that he loved me less because I was gay.  I felt
that somehow I had let him down.  I know deep down that I hadn't, I mean he
told me enough that he loved me and that he understood, but there was
always a part of me that wished that I could be normal," he said, looking
into my eyes.

	We sat down, just looking out into the water, and letting the quiet
surround us.  For the next few minutes not a word was spoken between us, we
just held each other's hands, and drank the champagne.  Occasionally
feeding each other one of the strawberries.  I finally couldn't take it
anymore.

	I stood up, and just as I did, "No Matter What" came on.  I held
out my hand to him, and said.  "Dance with me."

	He stood, took me in his arms and rested his head on my shoulder.
We quietly danced as the song finished.  When it was done, I pulled myself
from his arms, told him that I would be right back, went to the CD player
and stopped the on that was in there.  I reached again into my backpack and
pulled out a tape.  I put it in, and went to rejoin my love.

	All that is coming out of the speakers is music.  No lyric's or
anything just music.  As Kevin and I start dancing again, he realizes what
it is, and starts to sing to me.

	Sometimes, even when you're alone
	There's still someone loving you
	And I know.
	It's in the deepest heart

	Kevin finishes singing the song to me, and gently pushes me away
from him. I look at him with uncertainty in my eyes.

	"Jordan, I love you.  You know that.  And, I know that the next few
months are going to be very hard for us, but somehow we are going to make
it through this.  I was going to wait until tomorrow to give this to you,
but now just seems like a better time," he said, as he reached into the
pocket of his jacket, pulling out a long velvet coated box, and handing it
to me.

	There wasn't much light on the beach, but there was enough for me
to see what was inside the box.  A gold chain with a small star hanging off
of it.

	"Honey, it's...it's beautiful," I stammered out.

	"This is so you won't forget me," he said, taking the chain from
the box, and placing it around my neck.  "I love you my little star, with
all my heart."

	"I love you too Boo.  I love you too," I said, as I took him in my
arms, and kissed him for all that I was worth.

Again I hate to say it, but
TO BE CONTINUED.