Date: Sun, 19 Apr 1998 14:53:16 PDT
From: J.O. Dickingson <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: Leo and Devon

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not imply any truth about
the real Leonardo DiCaprio or Devon Sawa.  It does reveal the wishful
thinking of the author, J.O. Dickingson, who welcomes comments from
DiCaprio, Sawa and Dickingson fans.


			  LEO AND DEV: YOUNG LOVE

	Six o'clock and Leo still had not decided how he was going to spend
the evening.  He did not mind staying home alone occasionally, and actually
quite enjoyed it.  This night, however, he felt like being with people.
The problem was, when he did go out, almost anywhere he went there were
people staring at him as if he was some kind of freak.  Even worse, there
were people who tried to suck up to him because he was rich and famous now.
All he wanted to do was go out and relax and be with friends.

	As he changed into his black slacks and jacket and a purple nylon
shirt, he tried to decide on the Sky Bar, Barfly, or Millennium.  He liked
to hang out at all three when he was in L.A.  Another thought crossed his
mind as he reached for the cologne.  He could try the Mother Lode or the
Normandie Room.  Both were in West Hollywood and he had heard that they
were hot gay clubs.  He looked at his boyish image in the mirror as he
slapped on the cologne.  He knew he had the looks and the body that turned
on both women and men.  Being seen as a hunk bothered him though, and he
tried everything he could to avoid being part of the meat factory that sold
magazines and tabloids.

	As he got in his black Chevy Tahoe and headed downtown, he
imagined what would happen if he really did go to a gay bar.  He would feel
awkward as hell not knowing how to behave or what to do, but he knew he
would turn every head in the place.  He also knew it would not take long
before someone would offer to give him head.  Leo smiled at the play on
words.  Then he and his pick-up would step outside and a hundred flashbulbs
would go off, and his picture would be on the front page of every tabloid
in the world tomorrow.

	That would do his career good!  Of course there were a lot of movie
stars and others in the industry who were gay, and a lot of big name heart
throbs too in the past, although in the past they had stayed in the closet.
Leo DiCaprio was not in the closet.  He had no closet to be in-he was not
gay.  He was just curious.  When you are twenty-three you still have a lot
of life to experience.

	Without thinking about where he was going, Leo found himself at the
Sky Bar.  As he expected, there were a number of people from the
entertainment industry there, and many of them he knew.  The Sky Bar was
popular.  He joined the group and they talked about the films they had just
finished and the projects they were currently working on.  They talked
about the Carter affair, half of them certain that he had to be guilty and
half of them just as certain that he was being falsely accused.  After all,
he was the President.  They talked about the Oscars and the parties
afterwards.  The women chattered about who was seen with whom and who wore
what.  The chatter began to grate on Leo's nerves.

	His mind drifted off as he thought about his past dates.  There had
been Kristen Zang, Claire Danes, Amber Volleta, Sara Gilbert, and Rose
Mcgowan.  Leo knew guys who would give anything for a date with any one of
them, never mind the chance to go out with all five of them.  He knew there
were guys all over the country who had masturbation fantasies about the
women he dated.  The truth was, none of them interested him.  He never did
feel the way other guys did about women, which was one of the reasons he'd
been thinking about men recently.  The problem with that was that thinking
about men didn't give him the hots either.  That was worrisome.  The best
thing he liked about acting was losing himself in another character.
Ironically, for himself, he was not sure who he was.

	"Leo?  Leo?"

	He slowly came back to his senses. "Huh?"

	"What do you think?"

	"Ah, sorry, I wasn't really listening."

	"You know, you've been working too hard.  You should take it easy."

	"Yeah, sure." Was that a sincere concern about his health, or was
that a suggestion that if he didn't work so hard there might be some choice
parts for the speaker?  He suspected it was the latter.

	"He's probably thinking about the millions he's socking away from
the Titanic."

	Leo did not hear the rest of the conversation.  It was inane.
Besides, a guy had just come in and was looking around.  Leo recognized him
immediately as Devon Sawa.  Nobody could mistake that trim five-foot-ten,
135-pound body, and that innocent, freckled face.  If they did, they could
not miss the Hot Stuff devil tattooed on his right arm and the cross on his
left.  Devon spotted the group and headed over.  Introductions were made
and another mug of beer was ordered.

	Half an hour passed by.  Leo had no idea what the conversation had
been.  All he could remember was stealing glaces at Devon, at his bod, at
his beautiful eyes, and especially at his basket.  He remembered thinking a
lot of what if's and if he only's.  Devon got up to go.

	"Hey, it's early yet man."

	"Yeah, I know, just feeling a bit tired.  Must have been the flight
down from Vancouver this afternoon.  I'll catch you all another time."

	"I think I'll call it a night too," said Leo.

	"Might as well, your mind sure hasn't been with us tonight."

	Leo took the remark as a comment, but he suspected it was a thinly
veiled hint that he had been poor company.  It was surprising the number of
barbs he was receiving that were motivated by envy over his recent success.
He hated that part of the L.A. scene, the competition that caused people to
become greedy and sarcastic.  He could not stand badasses, and like he had
once told some interviewer, there were too many of them, especially his
age.  He followed Devon outside.

	"Nice night," Devon observed.

	"Yeah."

	"If you're beat, that's fine, but otherwise you want to catch a
movie or something?"

	"I thought you were tired."

	"More bored than tired," Devon said with a smile.  That grin made
Leo smile too.  That was a polite way of criticising of those they had just
left.  It was also an opinion they had in common.  Devon was the type of
person he liked being with, someone who was sincere, someone who you did
not have to peal layers off to get to know.  Leo wondered if being Canadian
had anything to do with it.

	"Instead of a movie, what say we pick up a video, pop up some
popcorn, and crash at my place?"

	"Sure.  You lead the way and I'll follow."

	As Leo headed for the video store, he thought about Devon.  He
liked to have sweet people around him, and Devon was one of the sweetest
people he knew.  He was also one sexy dude with those blue eyes, blond
hair, tattoos, and those gold hoops in his ears.  By the time he got to the
strip mall, Leo had a boner.  It was the first time thinking about men had
done that to him.  He was pleased that something had finally turned him on,
but he also found it disturbing that it was thinking about Devon, and that
he had not even been thinking about sex.

	Leo suggested they pick up something by Robert de Niro and was
delighted to find that he was one of Devon's favourite actors too.  They
decided on Sleepers.  They were about to get in their vehicles when Devon
noticed that he had left his cap in the store.  While Leo waited for him,
he again thought of the young dude, and this time what he would like to try
doing with him.  Again he got hard.  He shook his head.  This was starting
to get serious.

	Devon followed the Chevy Tahoe to Leo's new pad.  He was impressed.
Rumour was that Leo had spent three-and-a-half million on the place, and it
certainly looked it.  It was also rumoured that he had bought the place
because he was tired of living with his mother.  Devon had several ideas
why a guy might find that a problem, especially when he is twenty-three,
six-foot tall, a hundred-and-forty pounds, blond and gorgeous.

	"So, what would you like to drink?"

	"Got any diet Coke?"

	"Sure do.  Make yourself comfortable.  I'll zap some popcorn in the
microwave."

	While Leo was in the kitchen, Devon slipped a video tape case out
of his jacket and replaced the video Leo had rented with the video in the
case.  Entering the room with the drinks and popcorn five minutes later,
Leo took out the tape, slipped it into the VCR and motioned for Devon to
sit on the sofa.  He sat down beside him, not too close to be obvious, but
close enough.  The way he had figured it, he could use the popcorn bowl as
an excuse to slide closer and maybe even rub his leg up against the
nineteen-year-old.  He felt like he was back in junior high on his first
date.  Actually, he felt just as uncomfortable, and just as horny as he had
been back then.

	As the tape began to play, it was immediately obvious that it was
not Sleepers.  A young college stud was writing a term paper for a buddy,
and in turn he was expecting his buddy to see to his sexual needs.

	"What the hell is this?" Leo asked as he stopped the tape.  He
checked the jacket, and then the video.  The title was Straight-laced.  He
looked over at Devon.  "They must have mixed up the tapes."

	"Well, someone is going to be in for a big surprise.  I don't
recall de Niro ever being in a porno clip," Devon said, hoping his voice
would not give away his feelings of guilt.

	"Now what the hell are we going to do?"

	"Well, there's no point in going back to the store at this hour."

	"Yeah," Leo observed.  Actually, he was thinking this was one
stroke of exceptionally good luck if he played his cards right.  "We could
check this video out a bit longer."

	"Sure, we might as well see what it's about," Devon agreed,
relieved Leo was falling right into his plan, but also feeling guilty about
his subterfuge.  He had just grabbed the first gay video on the rack when
he had pretended to go back for his cap.  He hoped it was good.

	Reinserting the tape, Leo sat back on the sofa.  The two young men
sat there in silence as they watched the two guys on the screen begin some
hot foreplay.  By the time Dave Davidson was sucking Brent Cross in payment
for writing his term paper, the two on the sofa were squirming.  In part it
was because of their growing arousal at seeing on the screen what up until
then had only been in their minds, and in part because they were
embarrassed about watching this sort of thing.  For Devon, there was the
third reason to be squirming.  What he had done was really crappy.

	"I can't do this," Devon suddenly announced.

	Leo paused the video.  He was a chaos of emotions.  On the one
hand, he figured he knew how Devon was feeling.  Having never seen a gay
porno flick before, he was embarrassed too.  On the other, he was
disappointed, because in the past few minutes he had decided that what he
had been watching was what he would not mind trying with someone, and
especially someone as good looking as his fellow actor.  He was also
feeling guilty in that the clip had been turning him on, and a bit
disgusted with himself in that it evidently had the opposite effect on
Devon.

	"I switched the tapes."

	"Huh?" Leo asked, not expecting that comment.

	"I switched de Niro for the suck and fuck tape," Devon confessed,
taking the tape out of his jacket on the back of the sofa.

	"Why?"

	"I was hoping that, well, I was hoping that watching it would get
you hot."

	"It did that."

	"But it was a crappy thing to do."

	"Why did you do it?"

	"Well, I wanted you to get so hot you'd, well, so we'd get it on."

	Leo thought about that for a moment before asking, "You gay?"

	"No.  Actually, I've been too busy for any sort of sex life.  The
thing is, when Wild America premiered in New York last summer and I was
mobbed by hundreds of screaming girls, well, I hated it.  The girls were
all so fake, so unnatural, and they didn't give a damn about me or that I
have a craft.  They just saw me as a heartthrob.  To tell the truth, when I
think about sex, it's usually thinking about guys that turns me on.  I've
never admitted that to anyone."  Devon paused and looked down at the floor
uncomfortably.  "I've never done anything with a guy, so I'm not ready to
say if I'm gay or bi or what," he continued, "but one thing for sure, guys
don't turn me off, not good looking hunks like yourself."  Realizing what
he had said, Devon turned a bright red.  "Jeez, I'm sorry."

	"Don't be.  Why do you think I moved out?"

	Devon looked at him blankly, not daring to hope Leo was going to
give him the answer he wanted.

	"It's a lot like you said.  I've dated a lot of women, but none of
them have done much for me.  Guys on the other hand I enjoy being with, and
to be honest, lately I've been thinking about them sexually too.  I've even
considered bringing someone home to spend the night, which is why I moved
out.  It would be difficult to explain to Mumsie why I'm bringing guys home
to sleep over at twenty-three instead of girls."  Devon laughed.  "I've
never done anything with a guy either mind you, other than that bit with
David Thewlis, and that was just on the screen."

	"Ever since I saw Midnight Eclipse I've thought about what if you
were gay."

	"You and thousands.  You'd be surprised at the mail I got from
doing that film, and ninety percent of it was hate mail."

	"I read somewhere that after your screen kiss, you washed your
mouth out with detergent."

	"That's a lie, but I did say it was not my most favourite thing in
the world, which wasn't a good thing to say.  I mean, it wasn't all that
great doing it with David, but what I said was insulting in a way, and I
didn't mean to insult David.  It also did hint that I don't like gays,
which isn't true at all.  Where I grew up, I saw all sorts of things, guys
lining up for peep shoes, perverts playing with themselves, guys selling
their bodies to other guys.  Where I grew up wasn't the best part of L.A."

	"So what are you saying?"

	"I'm saying I've seen a lot, and I have an open mind.  What a guy
does with his dick is up to him and the person he's doing it with.  I'm
just not sure what I want to spend my life doing with mine.  One thing, I
want to try different things before I decide."

	"Yeah, I can understand that.  So do I."

	"If it had been someone as good looking as you in Total Eclipse, I
might have said something different."

	"I've always considered myself having chicken legs and a scrawny
neck."

	"I disagree, and anyway, neither your neck nor your legs would be
my prime interest."

	"Well, I don't think you'd be disappointed in that case."

	"Ever since researching my part for Total Eclipse and after that
screen kiss, I've been wondering what it would be like to have sex with a
man."

	"Anything in particular?" Devon asked, looking Leo in the eye with
anticipation and a hint of desire.

	"No," Leo said as he gave Devon the same look.

	Devon didn't need more of an invitation.  Besides, if he hesitated
he might never do it, and he had been thinking about this for too long to
let the chance slip by now.  Ever since a friend had alerted him to the
fact that there were a number of gay fan pages about him, he had checked
out the web when he was bored.  He had wondered what it might be like to
have sex with the authors, and when he had heard about news groups
discussing if Leo was gay or not, he began wondering what it would be like
to have sex with him.

	The two kissed and a feeling of desire instantly arouse from their
loins.  They kissed a second and third time, each time becoming more
passionate.  They unbuttoned each other's shirts and caressed each other's
hairless chests.  Devon nibbled on Leo's ears and trembled as Leo's fingers
massaged his sensitive nipples.  Leo kissed Devon's cheek, and then his
neck.  His lips moved on to his smooth, hairless chest and fastened onto
Devon's erect right nipple.  He sucked as Devon ran his fingers through
Leo's blond hair.  They pushed down each other's slacks.  Both were wearing
white jockey briefs.  Slipping their fingers under the elastic bands, they
nervously eased each other's briefs down.  Leo's stiff seven inches pointed
up at a forty-five-degree angle.  So did Devon's.

	They slid off the sofa and lay on the lush carpet in reverse
positions.  Leo reached out hesitantly and took Devon's stiff organ in his
hand.  He had never held another man's stiff cock before, and he was
surprised how different it felt even though he and Devon were the same
size.  Tentatively sticking out his tongue, Leo licked Devon's hot cock,
running his tongue from base to knob.  It gave him as much of a thrill as
it did Devon.  He slipped his lips over the engorged knob and began to suck
gently on the young, hot flesh.

	Leo trembled as he felt Devon's hot mouth envelop his own knob.  He
felt Devon's lips tighten about his shaft and then a gentle tug as Devon
began to suck.  After a minute Devon began to ease his lips up and down his
throbbing cock.  Leo could not believe how good it was.  Never in his
wildest dreams did he think it would feel so great to have a man sucking on
his manhood.  Even wilder was the fact that he was enjoying sucking another
man's cock.

	Devon was just as surprised, and just as pleased.  After months of
wondering, now he knew what it was like to have sex with Leo.  It was
great.  Their tentative exploration had become serious sucking by then,
each wanting to bring the other pleasure, each enjoying the pleasure that
was being brought him.  For the next several minutes the two youths were
lost in an ecstasy that would shock many of their fans, and delight many
others.

	Soon Devon felt his cumm ready to charge up his stiff, and before
he could warn Leo or react it was shooting into Leo's mouth.  It seemed
like it was never going to end.  In response, Leo released his load, and it
was just as copious.  Devon swallowed the salty offering with delight, as
Leo did his.

	They finally separated and lay there, flushed and wet.  Still naked
and still on the floor, they watched the de Niro movie and ate the popcorn.
When it was over, they kissed and embraced.

	"Oh God, Devon, it's so great to be with someone who is so
understanding, and who has character and style besides."

	"Tell me.  After all the jerks and suck-ups we have to deal with,
it's fantastic being with someone who's natural and down-to-earth.  I can't
believe how right this feels."

	The boys kissed, a sincere, intimate kiss unlike the hundreds of
kisses with girls on dates and in the studio.  Devon reached down and began
to fondle Leo's limp, warm dick.  Leo's fingers found their way to Devon's
dick also.  It seemed like they had been doing that sort of thing for
years, not for the first time in their lives.  It did not take long for the
two young men to get hard again.

	Leo rolled over on his stomach and Devon straddled him.  His stiff
cock slid along the older youth's buns.  Leo felt the younger boy's
cockhead press against his hot puckered hole, and he strained and grunted
as he felt Devon press forward.  He could not believe this.  He was about
to get his ass fucked, and he could not wait!  He inhaled sharply as he
felt the younger boy's seven-inch cock begin to penetrate him.

	It felt weird to have a stiff, hot prick stuffed up his asshole.
It felt even weirder liking the feeling.  As Devon began to work his cock
in and out, Leo trembled with delight.  He knew that this was what he had
been missing.  This was what the dozens of starlets he'd been dating could
not do for him.  He lay there contentedly and concentrated on this new
ecstasy.  There was the physical stimulation of having a thick hot cock
easing in and out of his asshole.  There was the mental satisfaction of
being fucked, and there was the joy in knowing he was giving another man as
much pleasure as he was feeling.  It was unbelievable.

	Devon began to speed up, and soon he was thrusting erratically.  As
Devon came deep inside him with a shudder and a groan, Leo knew that this
was the life he wanted to live.  He knew at that moment how Arthur Rimbaud
had really felt.

	After they had recovered, they reversed positions.  Leo's slim,
smooth body pressed against Devon's own slim body, the two now joined by
his stiff seven inches.  Devon closed his eyes and concentrated on the
marvellous sensations Leo had felt.  As Leo worked his cock in and out of
him, Devon too knew that this was something that he wanted to experience
more.  He had not understood the things guys were saying on the net, but
now actually doing it, actually getting fucked, he was beginning to see why
gay men felt as they did about him.  It was much more than just sex, doing
something like this with another man was something special. When Leo
grunted and trembled with his climax, Devon felt as if he was having one
too.

	Afterwards, the two naked boys snuggled up to each other, content
to be held in each other's arms.  For the first time in their young lives,
they were truly in love.