Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2003 16:30:59 EST
From: JuilianJ@aol.com
Subject: the story of us part 19

THE STORY OF US
BY: Julien

This story is 100% fictional and is by no means depictive of the life of
any person, place or thing.  It contains sexual activities between males
and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area.  Read at your
own risk and enjoy.  Comments are welcomed and would be very much
appreciated.  ENJOY!

I would like to thank my editor Frank for doing such a great job on editing
- thanks alot man...


RICHIE

Six Months Later

As I watched him sing into the mike from behind the two-way mirror, my
heart swelled with pride and even though I couldn't get up and shout out
'that's my man and I'm proud of him', I knew in my heart that he knew it.
This was something that was becoming a frequent event for the both of us: I
would come into the studio and watch Bobby record and he would watch me sit
back and enjoy - pure bliss.

These past few months for us had been crucial in establishing our
relationship.  It hadn't been easy but I would have done it all over again
in a heartbeat.  For how it made me feel, I would have done anything to
keep things going.  The only silent complaint I had was that I wasn't able
to publicly express how I felt about him.  I knew that this would have been
an issue but having it staring me right in the face, no fluff, it made
things all the more real.  But I suppose that was the price I had to pay
for engaging head on into a life long love affair with a super star.


"You're tense."  I stated, rubbing his shoulders as he sat in an over sized
lazy boy chair with me standing directly behind him.

"Yeah, a lot of shit to get done before Christmas." He replied sighing
loudly.

And just standing there rubbing his shoulders gave me an opportunity to
think.  This would be our first official holiday as a couple and we had yet
to discuss what we would be doing, if anything.

"So...do you have any plans for the holidays?"  I asked trying to be as coy
as possible.  Maybe he would take the hint and suggest we spend that week
together holed up in some exotic port, it could have been a shit hole for
all I cared, as long as we were together, away from all of this.

"Nah, I'm thinking maybe I could take Christmas Eve and Day off and be back
in the studio the day after.  We could get all domestic - we can put up a
big tree, presents, dinner, the works, what you think about that?"

It wasn't what I had expected but it was a start.  "Yeah, we could do that
and...maybe you could take that week off and then we could go up to Vermont
or to California or maybe Jamaica.  It would be like that first time."  I
was hopeful for a moment that he would say yes but then,

"I can't Richie.  I gotta work."

"It's just one week not the whole month Bobby."

"Come on man, you said you wouldn't sweat me about this."

And even though I had said that, I hadn't expected to be eating my words so
soon.

"I'm not sweating you Bobby but this is not an unreasonable request.  We
hardly get to spend anytime together with you in the studio 24/7 and..."

"And you knew it was gonna be this way.  We talked about this Richie and
you said you were going to be ok with it, REMEMBER."

I did remember but that didn't mean I was ready to concede.  That
particular conversation still stood out in my mind:



We had just been chilling out at his place in our usual position, my body
positioned in between his legs when, "you ok Richie? you've been quiet."

I had squeezed his knee to reassure him that everything was ok.

"Yeah, I'm ok.  I'm just tired and..." I decided not to rock the boat but
he had already picked up on the vibes I had been throwing out.

"Don't give me that shit Richie.  What's the matter?"

"I don't want to upset you, I know you've been working really hard with the
album and everything and I don't want you to feel like I'm nagging you."

I had felt his hand run through my hair and it was one more thing that I
knew I loved about him.

"The only way you could upset me is by keeping whatever is bothering you to
yourself, now talk."  And I did.  I told him that sometimes I couldn't help
but feel lonely when he wasn't around.  I told him that it was getting hard
for me to wait up for him eleven, twelve, even one in the morning just to
see him and that I felt like we weren't spending enough time together.

"I'm not gonna lie to you Richie, it's gonna be hard.  This is my job and
if I don't get my albums out on time then I'm in trouble.  I can only
imagine how frustrated you must be but if we're gonna do this, this is how
things are gonna have to be for a while, at least until the end of this
album, then I'm gonna be taking an extra long vaca with you - wherever you
want to go."  I had kissed him and said ok.  Now a few months later I was
standing behind him sounding stupid and looking even stupider with my jaw
hitting the floor - having being told that I had agreed to such ludicrous
terms.



"Fine, whatever, do what you gotta do."  And with that I grabbed my
backpack and began to make my way out the door when he called out to me,
"Baby wait!"  I couldn't ignore him, not when he was calling me that.

I stopped and turned around.  He got up from his seat and walked towards
me.  When we were toe to toe, he slowly leaned in and kissed me gently on
the lips.

"I'm trying baby, I really am but if we're gonna make this work, you gotta
give me some time to get my shit together." He said finally pulling apart
from me.

I pulled him back and held him in an embrace, "I know you are Bobby and I
appreciate it but...I can't help but feel like...we aren't spending enough
time together, I know you know that.  If I don't see you in the studio, I
don't see you period!"

He rubbed my back gently and I just about melted in his arms.

"I'll make it up to you Richie, I promise I will..." he paused for a second
and then continued, "but not this Christmas."  I pulled away from him so
fast that one would have thought I had been burned, it certainly felt that
way.

"I have to go!" I stated quickly turning around and walking out with his
voice echoing behind me.




Bobby

I wasn't getting it.  I knew where I wanted to be but I was way off the
mark.

"You need a break Bobby?"  I looked through the glass and saw Laurence,
hands displayed on his hips looking at me, a not too happy look on his
face.

"Nah I'm gonna get it this time."  The music started up again and as before
I sang well until I attempted to reach that high note and the whole thing
collapsed.  The music stopped once again and Laurence spoke into the mike,
"take five Bobby."

"Fuck!  I said I'm gonna get it!" I screamed not looking up at him.  There
was silence for a while and then I heard feet shuffling from one end of the
room to another, a door close and then, "you may be paying me a shit load
of money Bobby but don't think you can stand in my studio, using my
equipment and think you got any right whatsoever to cuss my ass out cause I
ain't having it.  Now you either talk to me about what the fuck is eating
at you or you take my advice and take five."  His voice was stern but
fatherly at the same time and I found myself wanting to tell him what was
up.

"I'm sorry man, I...I'm sorry."

He came through the door and walked up to me, "I know that there is a lot
of shit you have to get done for this next album and there's gonna be a lot
of pressure on you but that's a part of game Bobby, you've been in this
business too long not to know that.  And whatever personal problem you may
be having, you got to put all of that aside when you're in here."

He was right, I knew he was right and I told him so.

"Why don't we break for today.  You'll come in tomorrow refreshed and ready
to work ok?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

He shook his head and patted me on the back before walking out.



Ten minutes later I found myself in a place I ain't even want to be in.
Around the corner from the Franklin St subway station, I waited for him to
appear and when he did I had to control the urges to fuck him up.  He
approached me with a big grin on his face, and I cringed at the thought
that I was the reason for that, I was the one pimpin myself for him.

"You got my money?"  He asked still grinning.

"Yeah."  I spat back trying to look everywhere but at him.

"You look a little stressed.  What, Laurence has you on a little leash or
something?"

"Just take the fucking money so I can get the hell outta here."

His eyes narrowed to little slits and his face screwed into an
unrecognizable shape, "you think you so big you can't mingle with us
regular folks MR big shit?  How you think your fans would react if they
knew what you was into?"

I hissed my teeth and matched his look.  "This ain't about them, this is
about you and me."

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the stuffed manila envelope.
I held it out to him, restraining myself from shoving it hard into his
chest.

"Ten grand, counted and accounted for.  You can check for yourself."  He
looked from me to the envelope then back at me, a smile plastered over his
face.

"I trust you baby boy, I know you wouldn't take the chance to screw me, you
wouldn't risk it, you better not."  With that he grabbed the envelope from
me and shoved it in his jacket.

"I'll see you two weeks from now, same time as before, same place."  He
began to walk away and then he stopped, "oh and Bobby, give Richie a big
thank you kiss for me, you know, for making you do this."

I didn't know nor did I care what he was spewing out but it would hit me
soon enough.



I had been sitting in my car, on the street corner waiting.  I didn't know
for what but that was what I found myself doing.  Around an hour and a half
later, I saw a light come on in his bedroom and took that as my cue to go
in.  I stood outside his door, knocked and waited.

I saw the peephole rise, then heard the rustle of locks being removed and
finally saw the door swing open.  He stood there in a Yankees jersey and a
pair of loose fitting Joe boxers.

"Hi."  He whispered, his voice barley audible over the rustling of the
leaves.

"Hi.  You busy?"

"No.  Just waiting for you to come in.  Must have been awfully lonely in
your car."

I opened my mouth to say something but words evaded me.

"What were you waiting for?"  He asked taking my hand in his and pulling me
inside.

"Nothing, just trying to figure out if I should come in or not.  I know
you're still pissed at me Richie."

He shook his head, "no I'm not.  Disappointed maybe but not pissed.  This
is your job, your livelihood..." he let his voice trail off leaving me
feeling guilty.

"I love you Bobby, I love you so much and I would do anything for you, even
if it meant having to wait for you to make time for me.  That's the
sacrifice I'm willing to make for our relationship."

For some reason, what he had said caused guilt to turn into anger and
Ernie's' words rang in my ears, 'Oh and Bobby, give Richie a big thank you
kiss for me, you know, for making you do this' it was all starting to make
sense.

"I make sacrifices for this relationship too Richie." I stated trying not
to let my words sound venomous.

His eyebrow cocked up and his mouth opened, "sure you do."  He didn't sound
convinced.

"What?"  I asked, "You don't think I put enough effort or 'sacrifice' into
our relationship?"

"I didn't say that."  By this time we had long disentangled, only now, we
were on opposite ends of the room.

"It damn well sure sounds like it.  You think this shit is easy for me
Richie?  Fuck!  I gotta watch my every move when I'm around you.  All I
need is for one person to see us together, one wrong look, one wrong touch
and that shit will be all over the place.  I bet your ass never even
thought of that since you're so busy making 'sacrifices' for our
relationship."

I looked at him and swore I saw his eyes begin to mist.

"Get out."  He said not looking at me.

"What?"

"Get out!"  This time the message came across loud and clear.

"I didn't mean that Richie, it's just that a lot of shit..." he wasn't
hearing me though for he walked up to the door and flung it open.

"Get out Bobby.  If you feel the way you do then I have nothing to say to
you."  I refused to budge though.  I wasn't gonna leave here with him mad
at me.

"Richie..."

"No, everything for the past six months has been about you, you, you.  It's
like I'm not even a part of this fucking relationship.  It's your career,
your image, your time, your fans, your persona.  Well this is not all about
YOU now get out before I call the cops."

 I couldn't believe he had said that and all the days' frustration just
bubbled over, "fuck you then!  Call the fucking cops, I don't give a damn.
You're acting like a pussy, you know that?"

His eyes widened and regret washed over me as I couldn't believe I had said
that to him.

"Get out." He whispered.

"Richie."

"Just get out Bobby.  I'm sure you don't want to be seen with this pussy."

"I'm sorry Richie, I didn't mean it."

He picked up the portable phone and began punching in numbers.

"I'm calling the cops and if I get them on the phone, I will spill our shit
to them, you get that.  I will tell them everything."

I looked at him for a sign, something to tell me that he was just bluffing
but I didn't see it.

"Fine.  I'll leave but let us talk about this Richie, please.  Don't let me
leave with you still mad at me.  We can talk through the door if you want."

"I don't have anything to say to you Bobby, nothing!  Just leave me the
hell alone."  I could see that this was a no win situation so I just threw
my hands into the air and walked out followed by the THUD of the door
behind me.

And to my surprise I thought, 'maybe this was for the best.  Who were we to
think that this could ever work out?  I couldn't even maintain a straight
relationship in this biz, how the hell did I expect to maintain one with
Richie.'  But even with that thought in mind, I knew it wouldn't be easy to
erase what he had come to mean to me in a such a short period of time.  He
had been there for me so much in my life and the one thing he needed from
me, my time and undivided attention, I couldn't even provide that for him.
And maybe that was why I needed to let him go, give him the opportunity to
find someone that wouldn't be afraid to hold his hand in public, someone
who's career wouldn't take center stage to his love.  It was what I needed
to do, if Richie was ever my friend, it was something I was going to have
to do, no matter what.




Michael

I continued to rub his back as he cried into my neck.  This was not what I
had planned for the evening but my plans had changed, drastically.  I had
Rob waiting for me in the bedroom, ready for another round of sex but that
was obviously not going to be materializing anytime soon.

"So you guys had your first major fight, it's a part of life Richie.  It
will blow over, trust me."

"No it won't.  He was such an asshole Michael.  He said stuff he wouldn't
have said if he didn't mean it."  He cried, his voice muffled.

"Like what?"

"He called me a pussy, practically called me selfish, said I never thought
about what he had to deal with...can you believe that shit!  I always,
ALWAYS think about what things must be like for him, it's always about him
and I hate it."  By this point he was sniffling and his words had become
somewhat clearer.

"You love him Richie?"

"Of course!  I tell him that all the time and even though he never says it
back, it never matters because I know this is all new to him."  He leaned
up and looked at me.  His eyes were red and puffy.

"Well you have one of two choices to make, either of which is not all that
great."

"Fine, I don't care, just tell me."

I held my breath and then began, "you can stay with it and live your life
according to the time your man has for you.  You'll have to keep your
relationship hidden and you probably won't progress past that stage unless
by some small miracle he decided enough was enough and leaves the business
for a life of recluse with you.  Or, you could go out and find yourself
someone that won't be ashamed to show you off.  Someone that will be happy
to hold your hand in public and will have time for you all the time."

"He's not ashamed of me Michael."  He stated crossing his hands over his
chest.

"Well if he's not, he has a funny way of showing it.  The man won't even
walk too close to you in public Richie."

"Because of his career!  You know the way things are Michael."

"Yes I do and I wish you would wake up and realize it too.  Things are not
going to change Richie.  He is not going to wake up one morning and realize
that singing is not important anymore.  He's not going to give it up and if
by some small miracle he decides to publicly have a relationship with
another man, that will be the end of his career."

"You don't know that..."

"No, YOU don't know that.  If he has to give up his career for you, there
is bound to be some resentment, trust me."

And I felt as another round of tears made it's way down my neck again.

"Listen to me Richie, I'm not telling you to give up on him.  That's not my
place but I want to give you some good advice, just as you have given me in
the past.  If you're gonna go through with this, at least be realistic
about what to expect ok.  That way if things don't turn out your way, you
won't be disappointed."

 I got no response from him nor had I expected one.  He was in the denial
phase right now but trust me, if I had to shove it down his throat, he
would get it.




"I'm sorry for interrupting your date Michael."  He sounded so pitiful that
I just shrugged it off even though I was pissed that I had to send Rob
packing.

"It's ok Richie, really."

"Don't lie to me, I know you were waiting to get some."  I looked over at
him and saw that he was smiling.

"Ah, don't worry about me.  If there's one thing I have no trouble with
it's getting me a man."

"Yeah, you don't but I ..."

"Nothing."  I interjected, "fucking is not a priority when my friend needs
me, now stop harping on it."  I leaned over and kissed his forehead.

He took that as his cue to lean in my lap and five minutes later, he fell
asleep.

I stroked his hair while trying not to think sexual thoughts but
unfortunately the message in my head was not transmitting to my dick and
before long, I felt a hard on.

'I can't do this, not here, not now, not with Richie' I thought clenching
and unclenching my fists.  Meanwhile, Richie was shifting every now and
again on my crotch.

"You ok Richie."  I whispered.

"I'm fine."

"Thought you were asleep?" I ventured.

"I was trying to but every time I start to doze off, something keeps poking
me - have any idea what it might be."  By this time I knew he was on to me.

"You shit head, get up!" I cried taking every opportunity to poke him where
he was the most ticklish.

"Truce, TRUCE."  He cried surrendering.  He stood up and turned to me, his
own erection very prominent.

"Seems I'm not the only one with a little problem."

He looked down at his pants and turned around giving me his back.

"No need to get all bashful Richie, I mean it isn't like I haven't seen it
before." I called as he walked away from me, going into the bathroom.

"Shut up Michael." He called back shutting the door.  And even though it
was easy enough for me to turn the whole situation into a laughing matter,
it didn't mean that I wasn't feeling somewhat embarrassed myself.  It had
been years since I had gotten a hard on for Richie, YEARS!  And now here I
was sporting a boner for a guy that wasn't even on my most fuckable list.
But I wouldn't panic, I could control myself, I had to - this was Richie
for Gods' sake!

I waited for a few minutes before I got up and followed Richie's lead.  I
knocked on the door and waited.

"Need any help in there?"  I quipped.

"NO THANK YOU!"  He called through the door and even though I should have
resisted, I didn't, choosing instead to turn the handle and let myself in.

He sat on my toilet seat, his pants unzipped and dick bulging in his
underwear.  Before my common sense could get in the way I was on my knees,
his dick in my hands.

"Michael stop it!"  He cried, first out of shock and then out of horror.  I
didn't stop though.  I took that bad boy and guided it into my mouth.

The first thought that hit me was, 'boy, I missed doing this for him'.  I
considered myself a mans' man for out of every sexual act known to man, the
classic blow job was my favorite - receiving, giving I loved it all.

"Michael, don't do this."  His voice sounded so meek, so innocent, so
vulnerable that I couldn't resist.  I deep throated him in one attempt.

>From then on it was just a moan here, a pant there and finally, "Ahhhhh."
As he popped his top, giving me an opportunity to taste what I had been
missing.  He rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes.



After a few minutes, surely after reality must have set in, he grabbed
tissue from the Kleenex box behind him and began to clean up, avoiding
looking at me at all costs.

"Richie, I'm sorry."  I don't know why I felt this incessant need to
apologize but I did.

"Forget it."  His voice came out in a whisper, barely audible.

"No, this is obviously bothering you."

"Michael I don't want to talk about it."  He quickly zipped up and walked
out of the bathroom.  I followed behind determined not to let the situation
end like this.

"Richie..."

"What!  What Michael, What!" he screamed hurriedly searching for something,
his keys perhaps.

"We did nothing wrong."  I answered.

"Ha, yeah right.  We have sex and you call that doing nothing wrong.  No
wonder your relationships don't pan out."  The sarcasm in his voice was
unmistakable.

"We had ORAL sex and it wasn't reciprocated so...."

"So it goes to show how weak I am.  I have one fight with my boyfriend and
what do I do?  I come here and have sex with you.  I am such a pussy."

"You made a mistake Richie, we both did ok but don't blame yourself.  A bj
between friends don't even count."

He looked over at me and scowled, "Please don't try and make me feel better
Michael, all you're doing is making me feel like shit.  Bobby trusted me
and I go and do this."

"And he's probably out there doing the same thing."  I should have just
quit while I was ahead for now I had touched sacred territory and he had no
qualms about letting me have it.

"Fuck you Michael!  What the hell do you know about...about anything.
Bobby loves me ok and he wouldn't even think of doing anything like this.
He loves me and he cares about me and he takes care of me..." by this time
all this anger turned into tears and he stood there in front of me sobbing
openly, "how could I be so stupid and...and...God I am so stupid.  He'll
never forgive me for this..."

I couldn't just stand there watching him look so pitiful so I walked up to
him and embraced him.  He took the gesture well and crumpled into my arms
and continued to cry.

"It's ok Richie, it's ok, we'll figure something out.  I mean, you don't
even have to say anything to him."

"No...I...I...I can't hide...this...from...him."

"Ok, we'll figure something out, we'll figure something out."  I said while
gently rubbing his back.

I knew this was going to be a tricky situation made even trickier by the
history Bobby and I shared but if it took me forever, I would do all that
was in my power to get things back on track.

ANOTHER CHAPTER COMPLETED.  THINGS ARE HEATING UP AS YOU CAN TELL AND I
WOULD APPRECIATE SOME COMMENTS GOOD/BAD HOW YOU GUYS AND GIRLS FEEL ABOUT
THE 'SITUATION'.  IT HELPS ME DECIDE WHERE THE STORY SHOULD GO...ENJOY AND
AS ALWAYS, THANKS FOR THE CONTINUED SUPPORT.