WARNING:

This is a story of friendship, commitment, love and trust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There will be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of that copyright.

West Fargo

Paris

Jason 4

As the tears rolled down my cheeks I whispered, "I love you, Alex."

I've never felt this way about anyone. He'd gone upstairs and I missed him. If he loved me as much as I loved him life would be perfect. I wonder if I have the same effect on him as he has on me.

When he smiled on the stairs, I know that my eyes wander to his crotch for a split second, I thought about what he'd look like naked in my arms. I got an instant hardon. Does this mean I'm gay? I guess I am. I 'm not attracted to Ian or Sven; I like them, but it's different with Alex. I get the feeling he feels the same way about me. I know he does! I get a really warm fuzzy feeling when I think of him loving me as much as I love him. I think I shall tell him that I love him.

"Excuse moi" said an old lady.

"Pardon me, uh...sorry" I said as I quickly got up. I smiled.

"Ah! American, oui?"

"Yes, I mean oui!"

"Ah! And a boy in love!" I blushed.

She laughed, "You have a good night!"

"Merci! And you too!"

A few minutes later Alex appeared. He was positively glowing. He was wearing white pants that were tight in the right places and a white well fitting white polo shirt. I knew if I looked any longer I'd spring a boner, so I challenged him to a race.

I won! He called me a cheater, which I was, but that's beside the point. My honor was at stake! I challenged him to a duel and was shocked that he knew how to fence.

God! He is perfect. We played around for at least ten minutes. He put on a great show for the locals, so did I. He won, but I put on an awesome performance dying.

"Adrianna sends her love," he said to Ian.

"Who is Adriana?" I asked Sven who was helping me up.

"She's one of the most beautiful girl I have ever seen; and she is all his!"

"He has a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, she was here a month ago, I accidentally walked in on them in bed. They've been friends forever I think."

I was devastated, how I managed to keep control is beyond me.

"I forgot my art pad. I gotta have it! You guys go ahead and I'll catch up in a few minutes."

I took off back to my hotel. When I arrive at my room, I lock the door and threw myself on to the bed. I cried uncontrolably. Why me? Why now? I love Alex and now I can't have him; he belongs to another or at least his heart does.

I can not stay here so near to someone I just discovered that I love. I might as well go home. I started packing.

Alex was at the door asking to come in and I was arguing with him, but I was so spaced out that I'm vague about what he said and what I was saying. I remember he kept saying he would not leave me,. then he made me laugh through all my misery and depression he brightened my life. I opened the door and the next thing I knew he was holding me in his arms and I was holding him. It felt so good, so natural, so perfect. Leaving was no longer an option.

six months later...

My life consists of going to the Alliance Francise daily during the week and my art. Like Alex, I bike around Paris.

The rents visited about a month ago. Mom was not to pleased with the hotel where I was staying, but she was happy with my fluency in speaking French. Dad thought the hotel room was adequate for now. I got the shock of my life when Mom asked me if I'm gay. I told her the truth - I'm still a virgin, so I don't know. She said bullshit! I told her I was in love with someone who heart belonged to someone else. She said that surprised her cuz she thought I was in love with Alex. I blushed and said it was Alex, but he had a girl friend in Germany. Funny she seemed rather disappointed because she adores Alex. I still have a hard time believing her attitude.

Ian

"Hey Dude!"

"Where ever did you Americans come up with that expression. Sounds rather nasty, if you ask me!"

Jason smiled. I could tell he was about to say something ridicules.

"Hey Wanker! How's it hanging ole chap? Long and skinny or short and fat?"

"You are disgusting! Why don't you go some where else?"

He laid down on my bed.

"NOT the bed!"

"Too late!" he said.

I turned to see him with his eyes close, then his face relaxed and he was asleep. I don't know why he always sleeps here. It doesn't really bother me, but I'll never tell him that!

Jason is a funny character and I think a great artist. You really can't help loving him. He's not your typical rude American, at least not any more. Alex told me of one time Jason upset him, but that was long ago. Since then they've been like two peas in a pod. I suspect that Jason is gay, but he denies it and I've never forced the issue because it doesn't really matter to me.

Of course, I know that Alex is gay because Adrianna told me. Why did she tell me? I guess because we really trust one another and we like each other a lot and we both adore Alex.

There's nothing serious going on with Adrianna and I , but I think I'm really falling for her. She's part of every fantasy I have. I think both Jason and Alex are madly in love with each other, but for some reason neither admits it to the other. It's quite comical. Well, suffice to say that I'm going to leave it to luck, or fate for them to discover this fact so that I can say, "Well, it's about bloody time, it's been so obvious since day 3!"

Jason's French has improved remarkably! He speaks French all the time except when he wants to get under my skin by speaking American or French with and American pronunciation. You know coming into the cafe and at the top of his voice saying "Gar-con, sil voos plate, unh calf fay o lay!"

My usual reply is in English "Bugger off, yank" to which he always replies "Did you say Wank or Yank and I don't do ither!"

In all honesty I wouldn't trade his friendship for all the crown jewels. He has the most encouraging air about him. My writing has improved dramatically since he arrived. Always validative and he always pushes me to write more and more.

In his own words he once told me, "Don't expect me to correct your grammar, cuz mine died when I was born. And I mean the very second I was born, she went comma-toast; the doctor said she had a dangling participle, but Mom thinks it was her colon because they did an operation and so she only has a semi colon left. My parents never agree on anything, Dad thinks she died of pungchooasian poisoning. No, really, there was this Chinese cook called pung-choo he was Asian and he fed her during her period; she came to a full stop, died; her semi-colon couldn't handle it." He told me this with a totally straight face. Then he said "You have my grammar to thank for your success."

"Oh really?" l laughed.

"Yes, really! If she'd lived I would have been a writer, then you would have had competition and I'd encourage you to be lazy and steal all you ideas!" Then he hugs me and kisses me on my cheek, saying afterwards, it's a French thing.

Yeah, right! He's gay!

When I say it's obvious he loves Alex, it's really just obvious to me. It's not so much what Jason does; it's more what he doesn't do. Like this kissy-huggy thing, I've seen him to it with nearly everyone except Alex. Never ask his opinion about anything if Alex is around because he always defers to Alex, then Alex will defer it back to Jason and they sit there discussing the pros and cons until they come to a unified opinion. This usually takes anywhere from a few minutes to hours or even days!

The real kicker is talking about Adrianna.

Yesterday, Saturday, the four of us were sitting in the cafe having petite dejune.

"Alex, have you heard from Adrianna, recently?"

"Yeah, last week, I got a letter from her," Alex replied.

"Well, what did she have to say?" I asked.

"Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom," Jason says and immediately leaves.

"Not much, she's says she wants to visit next month for sure."

We chit-chat about something else. Jason returns and sits down.

"You know, Alex, I am really excited about her coming here next month," I said.

"Yeah, me too."

Jason gets up to leave.

"You leaving, Jason?" I ask.

"I need to get some fresh air. I'm feeling a little weird."

"Are you okay?" asks Alex.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just need some fresh air."

He leaves. He comes back after five minutes or so. A couple of minutes later I say, "Alex, do remember the last time Adrianna was here and Sven caught you two in bed naked"

"It was an accident! I swear!" laughed Sven.

Jason gets up to leave.

"Again, Jason?" I say sort of snidely.

"I have a painting to finish."

"Liar!" I said. If looks could kill I would have been dead in a second.

"Face it, Jason. I mean what's with you and Adrianna because every time I talk to Alex about her you leave. Do you hate her or is there something ELSE going on?"

Jason face went red with anger and or embarrassment.

He looked at Alex.

Tears formed in his eyes.

"FUCK YOU, IAN! I HATE YOU!" he turned and ran out of the restaurant.

If Jason's looked didn't kill me Alex's would have.

"Ian, I don't know what your fucking game is, but you better hope I find him. HE HAS NEVER HAD ANYTHING BUT GOOD INTENTIONS FOR YOU," Alex said as he left the cafe.

That all happened yesterday and I have had the most miserable twenty-four hours in my life. I can't believe I did what I did. I feel so ashamed of myself. I could say that I was trying to get them to realize that they were both in love with each other, I was. But I could have done it in a way that didn't hurt either one of them especially Jason.

Jason, the boy who has had nothing but good intentions for me. I'm so sorry, if I could turn back the hands of time I would!

I love you Jason and Alex. I only hope that someday you will both forgive me.

to be continued...