Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2003 18:28:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Jason Calme <jasoncalme@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Bands : All the Ways I love You - Chapter 24

All the Ways I Love You

This story is about male/male relationships and contains
graphic descriptions of sex.

You should not read this story if it is in any way illegal
due to your age or residence.

This is a work of pure fiction. It mixes fictional characters
and events with real people. However any real person
mentioned in this work is purely an actor playing a part.
This story in no way is meant to imply anything about the
sexuality, personality, or behavior of the actual person.

Copyright 2003 Jason Calme. This story is the sole property
of its author and may not be copied in whole or in part or
posted on any website without the permission of the author.

Questions and commentary can be sent to
"JasonCalme@yahoo.com".


Chapter 24


I nearly didn't understand what he was saying. Was that an
exclamation or a request? And then he said it again.

"Fuck Me!"

I pulled back and he looked at me, his eyes full of passion and I
could see he meant it.

"You sure?" I said, and he nodded. I hesitated. He hadn't done it
before, wasn't even sure if it was his thing. What was I supposed
to do now?

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Nothing, I'm just...oh I'd so love to...I'm just...are you sure?"

"Yeah...I want to," he said, though now he didn't look sure. I
couldn't help thinking I'd ruined the moment.

"Ok..."

"So...how do you want to do this?" he asked a little nervously.
"You want to do it on top?"

"No...not for your first time. Probably on your side."

"Okay," he said, the nervousness even more clear.

"Hey," I said, "...I'll take it slow and if you feel uncomfortable, or
want to stop, you let me know, okay?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

I looked down and could see he'd lost his erection. I reached
down and squeezed him gently and he started to harden again. He
moaned softly.

I slid down and started licking him, his penis becoming harder and
redder as I licked it. After a good few minutes of licking I sat up and
reached into the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube. He
watched me, his eyes large. I grinned at him and leaned down and
kissed him on the mouth. I kissed him hard until he was responding
against me, while at the same time I was squeezing his dick.

Then I slid down and started licking him again, while I took a
finger and coated it with lube and started rubbing it between the
cheeks of his butt. He moaned as I was rubbing, but when my finger
stopped at his opening he tensed a little. As I started to push my
finger into him his whole body locked up and his erection started to
whither. I gently pushed it in and out a little, but he didn't relax and
it didn't look like he was happy.

I pulled out the finger and he took a deep breath and relaxed. I
slid up so that I was lying on top of him and looked down at his
face. He looked very worried, his lips pursed.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked.

"There's no hurry, I wanted to come up and kiss you some more,"
I said and I leaned down and kissed him. He was tentative at first,
and then he started kissing more passionately. After a few minutes
of kissing I straightened up again and ran my right hand back down
and between his legs, feeling between his balls and sliding a finger
up under him. I looked back into his face and Justin stared back at
me, and just for a moment he looked like a frightened child.

And seeing him like that, seeing him so upset, my whole desire
for sex just evaporated. I so much wanted to fuck him, but not like
this.

I'd been stretched tightly over him but now I just melted against
him, feeling his body against mine.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his voice high and tight.

"Nothing baby, you're just so cute and I love you so much."

"I love you, and I'm handsome," he corrected me.

"Yeah, you're that too," and I kissed his nose.

"So aren't you going to..." and he trailed off.

"We don't have to do it tonight," I said kissing him again.

"I want to...I've done you...it's your turn."

"Baby, it's not about taking turns. I've enjoyed everything we've
done. You've liked everything so far too, right?" I asked. He nodded.
"Let's take this slow," I whispered to him.

"What? No, I want to do it." Now he sounded worried.

I looked at him. What was I supposed to say? He wasn't ready.
He knew it, and I knew it. But he felt he had to. And now he's
saying he wants to do it.

"Well I'm not ready," I said finally, hoping that might placate him.

He looked at me, trying to see some answer or something, and
then he relaxed and smiled at me.

"I love you," he said, "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize, okay?" I said, but he looked away.

I licked him. "Hey," I said, "look at me."

He looked back nervously.

"You don't have to apologize," I whispered. "I'm really...I think
the world of you for offering...and I hope you'll feel the same about
me for refusing...at least for the moment."

"Okay."

"Okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah...okay."

"Good, because I still want to cum, and I can think of lots of ways
to cum with you!" and I tickled him and he giggled and laughed at
me and I felt warm all over.

The moment passed. We became passionate lovers again. In a
few moments of kissing, licking and hugging we turned back into
two rutting animals, grinding and thrusting and stroking each other
towards bliss.

And any kind of sex with Justin is my idea of bliss.




Mothers can really be a pain sometimes... I mean, my Mother is
one of the best, but sometimes she does do things I wish she
wouldn't.

I was talking to her later that week about this and that and she
suddenly says; "Are you going to be in town next week?"

"Next week when?" I ask, not because I'm not; I have no travel
plans for the rest of the month, but because I was immediately
suspicious. She wouldn't ask me if I was going to be in town unless
there was some ulterior motive.

"Oh, well a friend of mine's son is going down to New York next
week for a few days," she explained. "He's going for a job
interview, looking around, trying to decide if he wants to move to
New York."

"Uh huh," I said.

"You don't have to sound so defensive," my Mother said,
laughing.

"Okay," I said, figuring that trouble was just around the corner.

"Well it's just he doesn't know anyone in New York so I thought
it'd be nice if he at least had your number just in case..."

"In case what?" I queried.

"Just in case."

"So I have to show him around and play the tour guide then?" I
said, resigned to my fate.

"You probably won't even hear from him," my Mother said. "It's
just, well I thought you wouldn't mind."

"Okay, yeah sure," I finally agreed.

"Good, because I already gave them your number."

'Great' I thought. And tried to put it out of my mind.



The following week Justin was back in town for some industry
party. It was a fly-in-for-a-couple-of-days and then off again kind of
thing, but hey, I take what I can get!

And it was doubly exciting because when he arrived home the
day before he asked me if I wanted to go! I had never been to
something like that before and I was excited and nervous.

Excited because I wondered who I might see or meet. Nervous
because I might be found out. Not found out that Justin and I were
together; found out that I wasn't one of the beautiful people.

What was I to wear? How was my hair? What did I say to
people? What should I drink? How should I act?

Who would be there?

Talk about excitement!

Then Justin poured cold water on the whole thing! He told me not
to get so excited; this was a casual event and I could just put on
the best clothes I had and act like my normal self and everything
would be okay.

Well that was no fun!

But I wasn't sure if he was serious, because right after he said it
he crossed his eyes and smirked at me, and ran off giggling.

God! I love that boy.



And then the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello dear!" came my Mother's voice loudly through the receiver.

"Hi Mom!"

"How are things?"

"Good. Justin just got in," I said, hoping she'd get the hint.

"Just got in the door?"

"He's showering."

"Well I won't keep you. I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up
to do," she said, and laughed. I don't think parents should joke
about that kind of thing.

"Thanks Mom!" I said sweetly.

"I'll call you tomorrow."

"Well tomorrow might be kind of difficult," I began.

"Oh that's okay. Oh, did you hear from Matt?"

"Matt?" I asked blankly.

"Yes...remember the boy who's visting..."

"Oh yeah, him," shit! I'd forgotten about him. And secretly hoped
I'd never hear from him. "No, never heard from him," I said brightly.

"Well maybe you could call him?"

"Call him?" I almost gasped.

"He's kind of shy and maybe if you called him at the hotel..."

"Mom!" I whined. What was this?

"You don't have to do anything! Just make sure he's okay. Maybe
offer to show him around for an hour?"

Oh God! I hated this kind of thing. I mean, I really wouldn't mind
showing someone around, but having to call them up when you
didn't know them and then meeting them and not knowing what to
talk about, it was such a pain!

But my Mother never saw things that way. She was the kind of
person who would sit next to someone on a bus and start talking to
them like long lost friends! Honestly!

"I thought you said I didn't have to do anything!" I protested.

"It wouldn't be much trouble would it?"

"Mom!"

"Would you just do it for me? I promised his Mother."

"Okay," I sighed.



So I figured the best thing was to call in the middle of the day.
He'd be out and I'd just leave a message. With a bit of luck he'd
only be here for a day or so and I was going to be out that evening,
so the chances of us hooking up would be pretty small. Particularly if
I didn't check my messages until the next day.

It was a perfect plan. I would have done my part. Responsibility
discharged, I'd be off the hook!

It was a brilliant plan.

So I called the hotel, asked for Matt, and waited while the phone
rang, all ready to leave my prepared message. 'Hi, this is Ethan
Thompson, my Mother is a friend of your Mothers and she said you
were visiting and might need a tour guide or something. I'm out this
evening but give me a call if you want to get together. Bye'

It was a brilliant plan.

It would have worked perfectly...if he had been out.

"Hello," came this rather quiet and tentative voice. It was almost
suspicious.

Fuck! Why on earth was he sitting in a hotel room in the middle of
the day? Do you ever call people, expecting to get their machine,
and you're all ready to leave a message but then you actually get
them in person and you have no idea what to say?  I hate that!

"Uh..um..hi! Is this...ah..Matt?" I asked.

"Ahh..." he paused, I don't think he was going to admit it.

"My names Ethan Thompson, my Mother is a friend..." I persisted.

"Oh hi!" the voice said quietly, a little more relaxed.

"Um...so you're uhh..down for an interview?" I asked.

"Yes," came the reply. Then silence.

"So when is your interview?" I asked, thinking that maybe he was
getting ready for it.

"It was this morning," he replied.

"Oh...great...I mean how'd it go?"

"Okay," he replied.

"Uh...so how long are you down here for?"

"Til tomorrow."

This was like talking to a brick wall.

"Oh, so you got any other interviews?" I asked.

"No."

Thanks Mr. Talkative.

"So are you going to tour around New York? What are you doing
this afternoon?" I asked.

"Ah...I don't know," he said flatly.

Shit! I thought, taking a deep breath. "Would you...I could show
you around a bit this afternoon if you're interested."

"Oh...thanks...but you don't have to," he said quietly.

"It's no trouble!" I lied. "It'd be fun," another lie, "and I'm not
doing anything." Another lie, but they were just small polite lies. If
he declined again I wasn't going to push him.

"Uhh..." he seemed unsure.

Fuck! I felt guilty, "I could meet you at the hotel in half an hour
and show you around for a bit," I pushed.

"Uh...Well..."

"Great, so I'll meet you in the lobby at 1? What do you look like?"

"Ah...ahh"

"Height? Hair color?"

"Oh, yeah," he laughed nervously, "uh about 6 foot, brown hair."

"Okay," I said. "I'm wearing a blue shirt and jeans."

"Okay. Uhh...thanks."

"See you in a bit," I said and hung up. Oh well, can't be helped I
guess. With a little luck I'd take him for a quick tour and leave him
somewhere...like maybe at the top of the Empire State Building.

Then I wondered if I would do that. I hadn't been up the Empire
State Building since September 11th. Having been here for a while,
I'd kind of run out of friends coming to do the tourist thing. And
Justin wasn't interested in going. So I'd not been up there. I
wondered what the end of town looked like now without the twin
tours.

Then I wondered if Matt might have known someone that died in
the building or on the planes. Probably best to avoid that I decided.


An hour later I was in the lobby trying to find this kid. Correction,
young man. Actually, he was the same age as Justin. I don't know
why I was so down on this. I just don't like being engineered into
things. And being kind of shy I don't like being in new situations.

It turned out this kid was worse than I was. He was a nice
looking guy, about 6 foot, short brown hair, glasses. He was cute.
He shook my hand and looked rather nervous, following behind me
like a puppy as we went out and I listed things we could do.

He had no opinion. I'd ask him what he wanted to see and he'd
tell me he didn't mind.

"You want to go to the Met?" I asked him and he looked like he
didn't know what I was talking about. "The Metropolitan Museum of
Art," I elaborated.

"Oh," he nodded, then didn't say anything.

"So?"

"I don't mind. If you want to go,"

I felt like saying 'I just want to go home,' but I bit back the urge
and decided just to go and do what I thought was interesting.

Matt followed behind, not saying much. I tried to get some
information out of him. For a while I peppered him with questions
but all I got were one and two words answers. He was from
Vermont, studied computer stuff in school, didn't know if he wanted
to live in New York, didn't know how the interview went, liked all
kinds of music.

I gave up and we just walked along in silence.

But after a while he relaxed a little and I actually started to get
sentences out of him.

Short ones.

It was kind of fun playing the tour guide, particularly to someone
who seemed happy to go to the places I thought was interesting. I
couldn't tell whether he enjoyed the time, or was just being polite. I
decided not to dwell too much on it. If he wasn't going to express
an opinion this is what he was going to get!

"So what are your plans for tonight?" I asked him after we
finished walking through part of Central Park. I was thinking of
abandoning him there and getting back to get ready for the party.

He shrugged. "I don't know," he said.

Damn!

I checked the time. Still a couple of hours until I was supposed to
meet Justin. I took out my cell phone and called Justin. Much to my
surprise he answered.

"Hey," he said quietly, and I got the idea he was with people.

"Hey," I said, resisting the urge to add 'baby' in case he was with
people. And I also had to be careful around Matt.

"Whatssup?"

"This thing tonight, would it be okay if I brought someone?" I
asked.

"Someone?" Justin asked, and I wondered if he thought I was
straying from him.

"I've been showing Matt around and he's not got plans for
tonight yet."

"Matt?" said Justin, "Sure, that's fine," and I knew he had no idea
who I was talking about, even though I'd told him about Matt the
night before. I could tell he was busy and distracted.

"Okay, I'll see you later, okay," I said.

"Yeah!" he said, and then he whispered, "Love you" and was
gone.


And so I had decided to drag Matt along to the 'event.' I did it
partly because I felt sorry for him, but I also did it because I thought
I could hide out with him if the worst came to the worst. You never
know what record industry people are like, and I hate standing in
the corner at parties. It's terrible.

I should know. I've done it hundreds of times.

The only problem was; Matt was resistant.

"What kind of party is it?" he asked suspiciously.

"It's a recording industry thing. I don't really know too much
about it but I'm sure it will be fun, and pretty interesting, and you'll
meet some interesting people."

"Oh," he said. "Who?"

"Um...well I don't really know," I said and he looked disappointed,
"but I happen to know that Justin Timberlake will be there," I
added.

"Really?" he said, his eyes widening a little, and for a moment I
wondered. I mean, how many 22-year old guys care about Justin
Timberlake. "Anyone else?" he asked, his voice a little high and
excited.

Okay, I've got his interest. Now to reel him in.

"I don't know. You'll have to come to find out."

"Uh...it's okay, you don't have to," he said.

"Come on! It'll be fun," I said. "How about you go back and get
changed. I'm gonna go home and change, and then I'll pick you up
at 7."

I thought about meeting him there, but something told me that if
I did that he wouldn't show.



We arrived at the party a little after 7:30. I had no idea whether
to arrive on time or late, so I decided for a little after the start time.
I was nervous. Matt was behind me and he seemed nervous too. I
was worried we might have trouble getting in. Maybe my name
wouldn't be on the list, or it would turn out Justin had messed up
and we were supposed to have an invitation.

But no one gave us a second glance as we went in. Maybe it
helped that as we got to the door and I saw a couple of young
woman were standing greeting people, Justin came over and
literally dragged me into the room. Matt, his mouth hanging open,
followed along behind.

So there I was. My first record industry party! I stood there taking
it all in; The beautiful people! The expensive fashions! The
decorations!

It was all kind of...disappointing.

It looked just like some publishing parties I'd been too, except
everyone was dressed a little nicer, and some of the people looked
kind of familiar.

Most of the time Justin was off talking to people and schmoozing.
Every now and again he would come back with someone he wanted
me to meet. I noticed they seemed to fall into two categories. For
one category he'd go 'This is Ethan, he wrote the movie script I told
you about, he's a great writer' or something like that, and they'd
politely say 'hi' to me, and carry on talking to Justin.

For the other group he'd go, 'This is my friend Ethan' and then
just stand there smiling and nodding his head a few times. I felt like
the nod was a conscious or unconscious message. It was either
saying 'this is the one,' or 'he's mine' or, I don't know what. It just
seemed like he was saying something without actually saying it. I
just felt really warm when he did it. Like he was actually proud of
me, or something.

But as fun as it was, half the time I was alone. Well Matt was
there, so it was kind of like being alone with someone else who was
alone. He seemed to be trying to hide amongst the plants and he
didn't talk much.

Two shy people don't equal an almost normal person. So I just
pretended to be interested in what was going on and drinking my
drink.

And then I turned around and Matt was gone.

"Hey Justin, have you seen Matt?" I asked him, looking around
the room.

"Who?" Justin asked absentmindedly. He was too busy scanning
the crowd, figuring out who he had to speak to before the evening
was over. Sell, sell, sell. He was selling himself and he was in full
Justin mode at the moment.

I felt like grabbing him and saying 'Justin! Focus on me for a
moment' but I didn't. I'd never make a scene in front of other
people, and besides, I knew he had to do this. This was his job. He
was at work at the moment, he was not out at a party with me. I
had to remember that or I'd be driven mad.

"Matt," I persisted anyway. "You know, about this tall, was
following me around before."

"Oh, yeah, Matt," he nodded. "No idea," and he shrugged, an
impish grin on his face. "I'll be right back," he said and disappeared
off into the crowd.

I looked around, but couldn't see Matt. I saw Justin talking to
someone that looked like Nick Carter.

I decided to go get another drink.

"Hey," I heard Justin call. I turned from the bar and Justin was
standing there with some short dark haired guy. He didn't look like
Chris or JC, the two guys from NSYNC I hadn't met.

"Ethan, this is Sean, Sean, this is Ethan," said Justin, and he
looked at Sean with a huge grin on his face, nodding.

Sean smiled and held out his hand, "Pleased to meet you Ethan."

"You too," I said. I had no idea who he was and Justin hadn't
said.

"Oh, I'll be right back," said Justin, and he bounced off again.

I watched him go then turned to Sean and kind of raised my
eyebrows; the international symbol for 'would you believe that!'

Sean smiled.

"So Justin said you were writing a script for him?" said Sean.

"Yeah," I said. "Do you want something to drink?"

"I'm fine."

"Oh, yeah I wrote the script, but now they're not doing it."

"Oh, sorry."

"It's okay," I said.

"Justin told me it was great but he didn't want to do a movie,"
said Sean.

"He told you about that?"

"Yeah," said Sean.

"So how do you know Justin?" I said.

"Oh, sorry, I'm in a band called Nickel Creek."

I thought for a moment but couldn't place it. Then I remembered
some songs Justin had put on my MP3 player.

"You don't do that Lighthouse song?"

"Yeah," he grinned.

"Oh I like that, that's a cool song," I said. "So you're part of that
band?"

"Play the guitar," he said

"Cool, I really like that song, Justin kept going on and on about
these songs and...so how do you know Justin?"

"Oh, I ran into him in England a while back," said Sean smiling.

I began wondering what that meant. Something about the way
Justin looked at Sean, and now the way Sean was looking at me,
had me a little uneasy. Had they been involved?

"Oh, hey," said Sean, "I've got to go find my date."

"Oh, nice meeting you," I said and we shook hands. I watched
him walk off and he went over to a tall blonde woman who looked
like Britney Spears and began chatting with her. I wondered if that
was the date, or cover.

"Hey!" Justin called nearly bowling me over as he came bounding
up. I stepped backward trying to regain my balance and he grabbed
me into a hug. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, as Justin helped me straighten up and released
me. I suddenly realized he'd done it on purpose so he could give me
a quick hug. I wanted to hug him back now, but couldn't do it. I
grinned at him and he grinned back.

"So who's Sean?" I asked. I wasn't mad or jealous, just curious.

"Oh, just a friend," said Justin, waving away the question, and
then he was off again.



I eventually found Matt. Or more accurately he found me. He told
me he was going to make his own way back to the hotel and
thanked me for the tour and everything. He seemed a little brighter,
almost blushing and nervous. I wondered if he'd been drinking.

"Well call me if you need anything," I told him.

He nodded, and then turned and walked back into the crowd.

Well I thought, I'd done my good deed. Two good deeds really.
Maybe even three. Done what my Mother asked me too. Showed
Matt around and brought him to a party. And I had suffered through
what turned out to be an achingly boring party for my boyfriend.

And I thought record people would know how to party. They
didn't even play good music!

It was getting late. I deserved an evening of loving from my
boyfriend I decided.



"Are you ready to go?" Justin whispered into my ear.

I nodded.

"Why don't you go home and I'll follow you in a few minutes," he
said.

"Okay," I said.

I got a cab back to the apartment and Justin arrived about fifteen
minutes later.

When he came in I gave him a big hug and we kissed for a couple
of minutes. He'd come in late the night before and left early in the
morning so we'd really had no time together. We'd had sex the
night before but it had been rather rushed because it was late and
Justin was exhausted. If we hadn't been so horny from not having
each other for the past week we probably wouldn't have even done
it.

But now we could take our time.

Justin showered first, while I set up the bedroom. I put out some
candles and lit them. Fresh sheets, and a couple of glasses of water
because I'm often thirsty after a heavy evening. I even tidied up the
clothes and stuff.

The boudoir looked pretty inviting. When Justin came in, wearing
a towel around his waist and rubbing his still wet hair, he looked
damn sexy. He smiled at the room and I told him I'd be back in a
few minutes. We kissed and I went to the bathroom.

I was excited. The boyfriend's back! What will we get up to
tonight?

I showered carefully, washing and scrubbing everything, getting
super clean. Even checking my navel and washing behind my ears!
Then I brushed and combed, shaved and even dabbed on some
cologne that Justin really liked.

Finally I slipped on some sexy satin boxers and a t-shirt; figuring
they wouldn't last long, but a wrapped present is always more fun.
I admired myself in the mirror. I looked pretty hot!

I turned out the lights in the apartment before slipping into the
bedroom, my eyes taking a moment to adjust to the faint light.

And there he was. Naked. Lying in my bed. Looking so damn
sexy.



Fast asleep.



Oh well! I sighed to myself. He needed his rest. Maybe tomorrow
night. Or maybe in the morning. I knew I wouldn't have to wait too
long. Justin was usually as horny as I was, and I was pretty horny.

I blew out the candles, turned on my bedside light, and read for
an hour. Then I closed the book, turned out the light, pulled the
covers up over my shoulders and snuggled up against my cozy
boyfriend. And after only a few minutes I was fast asleep myself.




Rob finally came through with the trip to LA. I couldn't believe it. I
was even flying business class this time, which was a lot more
comfortable than economy. There were several meetings set up, but
I was going to be there for the whole week and I was going to stay
with Justin. It seemed like another big step in the relationship and I
was happily excited and a little nervous too.

Part of me still kept thinking Justin would realize I was kind of dull
and boring. In my own environment maybe I appeared interesting,
but how would I fair in LA now we were together?

We'd agreed that I'd get a car to his place; it was just impractical
for him to try and pick me up at the airport. Justin had arranged for
a limo; complete with driver standing at the gate with a little sign
with my name on it. That was kind of exciting and embarrassing at
the same time. But it was LA. No one looked twice at me.

I sat in the back of the limo, drinking Ginger Ale and thinking, yes
it's nicer than a cab, but I still wouldn't spend my own money on
something like this except for special occasions. We arrived at the
gate and the gates opened for us and the driver drove up to the
house. I sat there nervously wondering if I should open the door
myself or wait for the driver to do it. I mean, I felt stupid just sitting
there waiting.

After a nervous second or two I decided to just get out, and I
gathered together my bag and jacket and was just about to reach
for the door handle when it opened and Justin was standing there
with a big grin on his face.

"Hey man!" he yelled.

I hopped out and we hugged quickly, but we didn't kiss - there
was the driver to think about.

"Have a good trip?" he asked.

"Not too bad," I said. I hated flying and Justin was a nervous flyer
too. We had compared notes about it and I had already come to the
conclusion that it might be a good idea if we never flew anywhere
together. Our mutual discomfort might feed off each other and drive
us both into full blown panic.

The driver pulled my bag out of the back and I wondered whether
I should tip him. Justin thanked him and slipped him something and
took my bag and the two of us walked up and into the house.


"So you're here finally," Justin said after closing the door and
dropping the bag.

I glanced around the house and then turned and smiled at him.

"Is there anyone here?" I asked. I never assume that we are
alone unless I know it to be true.

"No," he shook his head as he stepped towards me.

We repeated the hug from outside, this time kissing each other
on the lips. It was so good to hold him again. I hadn't wanted to
come through the door and immediately go to bed with him, but
that was before he closed the door. Now we were on the inside,
and getting naked with him was about the only thing on my mind.

Justin pulled back, breaking the kiss. "I thought you'd be tired
after the trip," he smirked.

"Suddenly I don't feel tired any more," I said and reached out and
started to tickle him.

"Hey! Stop it!" he yelled, and then he took off running with me in
hot pursuit. We ran around the house like two kids. He was yelling
at me to leave him alone and I was yelling something like 'I'm gonna
get you!' and I might have got him too, if I hadn't slipped on a rug
and crashed to the floor, sliding against a wall and yelping in pain.

Justin slid to a stop and ran back to me, "Ethan, are you okay?"
he asked, his face a picture of concern.

"Owwwwe!" I yelled rubbing my ankle, and he put his hands on
my leg.

"Where does it hurt? Don't move it!"

I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him over on top of me,
rolling us both over so that I landed on top of him.

"Got you now!" I yelled triumphantly.

"I thought you were hurt!" he said irritably.

"I am hurt! But I got you, didn't I?" and I leaned down and kissed
him.

As I moved to put my arms around him Justin took the
opportunity to toss me off and I landed with another loud crash on
the floor.

"Hey, that hurt!" I yelped.

"Serves you right," he said sitting up and brushing himself off.

"Spoil sport!"

"Cheater!"

"Dumb fuck!"

"Stupid shit!"

"Love you," I said softly.

"Love you too," he said and he put his arms around me and we
kissed again.

"So is the foreplay over?" he asked. "Can we go to bed now?"

I rolled my eyes. "In a hurry huh? Why don't you just whip it out
and jerk off if you're in such a hurry?"

"Only if you'll join me!"

"I'll watch!"

"Huh! You just want to watch me jerk off?"

"Sure. It'd be a real turn-on," I said, and I licked him.

"Maybe later," he said, "I've been jerking off for too long, I want
to play some team sports."

He hopped up and extended his hands to me and helped me up.
My ankle actually did hurt a little and I limped when I walked.

"You really did hurt yourself," he said, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Yeah," I said.

"Okay, well we better take care of that," and he took my arm and
led me to his bedroom. "Take off you clothes and I'll go get some
stuff," and he smirked and went into the adjoining bathroom.

I started to take off my shirt and then felt a little self-conscious.
Better to wait until he came back I thought.

"Hey, I told you to strip Mister!" Justin yelled from the bathroom.

"Okay, okay," I said, and took off my shirt, then pulled off my
shoes, having to be slow and gentle with my hurt foot. I pulled off
the socks and then dropped my pants. I still had on my T-shirt and
boxer shorts. Justin came in.

"That'll do," he said, and he came up and pulled back the covers
and indicated that I should lie down. I lay down and Justin took a
towel and put it under my foot. Then he took a bottle and
unscrewed it and poured some liquid into his hands. He rubbed his
hands together briefly and then put them on my foot. It stung a
little and he squeezed and it felt uncomfortable. I startled and
Justin let go.

"Does it hurt?"

"Just a little uncomfortable."

"'Kay. Let me know if it hurts, okay?"

"Uh huh," I muttered as he started to rub and squeeze my ankle
and around my foot. After a few minutes it started to feel pretty
good. The ache wasn't as bad, and it was relaxing. Justin poured
more liquid onto his hands and continued to rub my foot. After a
while I was starting to warm up, and he slid his hands up my leg to
my knee, then back down to my ankle. I shivered.

He picked up a bandage and started to wrap the ankle.

"You don't need to do that," I protested, but he shook his head.

"Just to make sure...we'll see how it is in the morning," and he
continued to carefully wrap it. When he finished he lifted up my leg
in his hands and inspected his handwork. It seemed to satisfy him,
and he leaned down slowly toward my feet, continuing to stare into
my eyes. And then he gently kissed the toes of my feet.

It tickled!

He smiled and gently put the foot down, then stood up and
started to strip for me. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and stripped
it off to reveal a white wife-beater. Then be unbuttoned his pants,
swaying suggestively in front of me. After undoing the last button
he smirked and turned away from me, bending over just a little so
that his butt was right in front of me, and he slowly slide down his
pants, revealing the white boxer-briefs underneath.

I'd forgotten about the aching in my foot at this point.

He turned and came towards the bed, discarding his pants as he
walked. He carefully climbed onto the bed and squatted down on
his knees between my legs. His smile was wide as he reached out
with his hands and placed them just above my knees, sliding them
slowly, every so slowly up my thighs. His fingertips stopped at the
edge of my shorts and he slowly moved his hands over my legs,
keeping his fingers so tantalizingly close.

I was hard and a small wet patch was starting to appear at the
cloth covered tip of my erection.  I just lay back and shivered in
anticipation.

"That feel good?" Justin whispered.

"Yeah...yeah...just keep going," I pleaded.

"Not so fast Mr. Take-it-slow," he teased, a finger sliding up to
poke at my balls. I grunted in pleasure.

"Hey," he whispered, his hands moving up to my chest as he
leaned forward. "There anything special you want to do this week?"

"Just be with you," I sighed, straining upwards so that my dick
was rubbing against his chest as he was leaning down over me on
his hands and knees.

"That's nice, don't you have some meetings though?"

"Screw them," I said thrusting upwards and running my hands
along the side of his chest.

"Hey my Mom's gonna come visit..." he said.

"That's nice..." I moaned. He'd been trying to patch things up with
his mother. But I couldn't focus on that as I was busily trying to pull
him down on top of me. Why was he telling me about calendar
items at a time like this?

"When you going to see her?" I said. I'm not even sure why I
asked.

"Tomorrow,"

"Uh huh..." my sex addled brain was concentrating on rubbing my
dick against him. I heard the word tomorrow and it seemed like
such a nice word. We'd do it tomorrow. That left plenty of time for
this today. Not have to worry about that until tomorrow. Don't
worry about his mother. Tomorrow.

Mother...

"Tomorrow!" I shouted sitting up and almost bashing our heads
together.

Justin leapt back startled, then leaned in again, stroking my
chest.

"Yeah, tomorrow," he said as he reached down to my tented
shorts and squeezed.

"Ah...so how long is she going to be in town?"

"A few days," he said rubbing me lightly.

"Where's she staying?"

He looked at me with an amused expression on his face. "Here"
he said. He didn't say 'here silly,' but his voice implied it.

"Where am I going to stay?" I asked, putting my hand on his to
stop him from stroking me. Would I be able to get a hotel
reservation now? Had Justin already made me one?

He looked confused. "Here of course."

"What?! This is a joke right?"

"What? No! Why wouldn't you be staying here?"

"Why wouldn't I...what? Are you nuts? Stay here with your
mother? Are you fucking stupid?" I snapped at him and immediately
regretted it.

Justin's expression hardened and he straightened up and looked
me levelly in the eye, "Well you can stay any where you fucking
like!" and he hopped off the bed, grabbed his pants off the chair
and stormed out of the room.

"Shit!" I said to myself, lying there. I looked down at my dwindling
erection. "Looks like you're on your own again," I said to it.

I rolled off the bed and tried to find my pants. Damn! Where did I
put them?

They were under the bed - I must have kicked them. I pulled
them out and went into the bathroom. Pulling off some toilet paper I
wiped up the worst of the precum inside my shorts. I looked at
myself in the mirrors in the bathroom. Standing there in wet shorts
and looking kind of lost. A sexual refuge I thought to myself, looking
for a safe harbor. Why the fuck was my love life so fucked up?
Wasn't being gay enough of a cosmic joke? If there was a God, did
he get his jollies from tormenting me?

I pulled on my pants and went out in search of Justin. I figured
there was no chance for sex now, but if I wanted to get anything
this week I better patch things up quickly. Actually, if I didn't want
to be kicked out on my ass I better patch things up. Was this my
fault I wondered to myself?

It wasn't hard to find Justin. He was playing something on the
piano. Probably composing a song about a bitchy boyfriend. I went
in there and was about to yell at him when he looked up at me and
fixed me with a look of total hatred. Malice was burning in those
blue eyes and his mouth curled up as he said 'fuck!' to himself and
meant it.

I stood in the doorway watching him and he looked back and
kept playing and I just stood there. He stopped playing and without
looking at me shouted "What!" It was more of an exclamation than
a question.

"I'm sorry," I said, "you're not stupid."

He didn't answer me, he just looked away from me and out the
window.

"That was my dick talking," I went on. "It just wanted to cum and
then you interrupted it with details it couldn't deal with, so my
mouth just ejaculated that shit and I'm sorry."

He looked at me, a wry smile on his face. "Is that what you call an
apology?"

"Alright," I breathed in, "I apologize, Justin. I'm sorry I said that."

"That's okay, the other apology was okay too...you just always
have to use so many words."

"Go figure," I replied.

He just sat there. He didn't say anything. I could see that I had to
do something, and it was obvious I couldn't stay here with his
Mother.

"I'm going to go call a cab," I said, and I turned and walked back
out the hall. I'd seen a phone down there somewhere.

"Ethan!" I heard Justin call and he was running after me. "What
are you...why are you calling a cab?"

"I'm just going to go to a hotel. It'll give us some time to cool
down," and I picked the phone up and he came up to me and
snatched it out of my hand.

"Why are you doing this?" his tone begging, "I'm not that
angry...I'm sorry I overreacted...please don't go...please, it's
okay...don't go."

"Justin, it's okay, I'm not breaking up with you, but with your
Mother coming I can't stay here and I think it's best I'm not here
when she arrives."

"What? Why? Of course you can stay here!"

"Justin!"

"What?"

"Your Mother hates me! I can't stay here while she's here."

"She doesn't hate you. Once she gets to know you she's going to
love you...like I love you."

"Justin...you're being...", and I caught his eye, "you're not making
sense Justin."

"She'll love you, I know she will."

"Justin! Come on. She hasn't even accepted that you're bisexual.
Do you really think she's going to be hugging me and saying how
wonderful I am for her son? She probably thinks I turned you into a
queer!"

"No she doesn't!"

"I'll bet you money she does," I said bitterly.

"Come on. Your parents accepted me. Give my Mom a chance."

"Justin, that was completely different!  Firstly they already had
accepted that I was homosexual. And they'd accepted it for a long
time and known I was dating men. And my Mom even invited you up
specifically. Now honestly, are you telling me your Mom feels the
same?"

"I just...I want to give her the chance to get to know you...see
that you and me...it's not what she thinks."

I looked at him. I couldn't believe he was honestly thinking this
was going to work.

"Justin," I said, trying to be calm, knowing that if I kept shouting
at him he'd never listen, "Don't you see that this is a bad idea? The
best thing is for me to go to a hotel. Then I can come over and visit
with you both...and maybe...maybe it'll go okay. At least we'll all
pretend to be civil and then I'll go back to the hotel and when she's
gone the two of us will get together and do something."

"Ethan! Come on. You can stay here. We're adults!"

"That's not the point. If I'm spending the night here she's going
to look at me and see the man that's defiling her little boy in the
house she's sleeping in. It's going to tick her off. Maybe not that
she'll say anything, maybe she won't even be aware of it herself,
but it will piss her off. I know. I dated a guy who's mother hated the
fact he went out with guys."

Justin looked at me, a sudden look of understanding. "Oh I'm
sorry Ethan. Was it bad?"

"Huh?"

"Did she break you up? What happened?"

"No. She didn't have the chance. We went on a few dates and it
didn't work out. But I met her once and she was like ice. I could tell
she absolutely detested me but was pretending to be nice to me for
her son. She hated me and I know it would have been really
awkward."

"You're just jumping to conclusions!"

"No I'm not."

"Come on. It won't be that bad," he persisted.

"Yeah it will."

"No it won't."

"Justin," I said, trying to remain calm. "It couldn't get any worse
than this. I mean, the only thing worse would be if you invited over
your ex-girlfriend."

Justin looked guilty.

"What?" I asked him.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"What did you do?" I demanded.

"Uh...I kind'a...Britney's in town and we're still friends and my
Mom really likes her...and...well we're all going to have dinner with
her..." he trailed off.

I closed my eyes. Suddenly I had a terrible headache.

"You're coming too!" he hastily added.

The headache got worse. Hadn't I been about to have sex a
short while ago? What happened?

"This is not a good idea Justin" I almost pleaded. "I'm not even
sure it's a good idea for me to meet your Mother at the moment."

"Why not? I met your's," he threw at me.

I stood there. What was I supposed to do? Was I being stupid or
unreasonable? No, I wasn't. He was being unreasonable. Thrusting
his Mother onto me like that. I hadn't done that. I'd asked him if he
wanted to meet my folks. Given him plenty of notice and plenty of
chance to back out.

"Justin, I asked you if you wanted to go and then we arranged it.
I didn't arrange it and then say 'by the way Justin, we're going to
my parents tomorrow'. I gave you lots of chances to change your
mind and not go."

"Sure, like I could have," he snapped.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Like I could have said I didn't want to go. Then you would have
been pissed."

"No I wouldn't! Come on, you knew you didn't have to go...you
could have said no."

"Yeah, sure," he said rolling his eyes and it really ticked me off.

"Or you could have just said that security would have been a
problem...like you normally do!"

Justin's eyes widened and his mouth opened.

"What are you saying?"

"Nothing," I said. I'd said it to push his buttons but now I realized
I'd pushed too hard.

"You think," his eyes narrowed, "you think that I use security as
an excuse to get out of things I don't want to do?"

"Yeah," I said, "sometimes you do."

"That's bullshit! I always tell you if I don't want to do something."

"After you say that security will be a problem, yeah"

He looked at me, I couldn't quite read what he was thinking but
something made me think he was thinking about what I'd said and
thinking that maybe I was right.

"Fuck you," he spat.

Well, I guess I was wrong.

We stood there, not looking at each other, just breathing heavily.
I didn't want to open my mouth again as I knew I wasn't going to
say anything nice. I wondered if he thought the same.

"I'm sorry," he said in a conciliatory voice. I wasn't sure what he
was apologizing for. I wasn't going to query him on it.

"Justin..." I said as calmly as I could, "let's just...let's just call a
hotel and get me a room, okay?"

"But I want you to stay here."

"I'm not staying Justin, that's it."

"Fine!" he shouted, throwing the phone down and turning around
and stalking off.

I picked up the phone, but I didn't know where to call. There was
no phone book. I dialed 411 and asked for a cab company. Then I
went and retrieved my shirt, socks and shirt from Justin's bedroom.
Coming down to the entranceway I heard the door slam. I
wondered what that was and went down and opened the door just
in time to see Justin driving away in his car. Shit! I'd thought I'd at
least say goodbye to him...maybe even make up.

Well so much for that. I went back in, grabbed my notebook and
wrote a short note:


Justin,

I think we just need a bit of time to cool off. I've taken a cab to
get a hotel room. I'll call you when I'm there.


I wasn't sure how to sign it. Did I just write 'Ethan?' Or did I write
'All the best' or 'sincerely?' I wanted to write 'I love you,' but after
the fight I was still pissed. I thought about it some more, then I
wrote:


I love you, Ethan


I folded up the paper, wrote Justin on it and left it on the table,
then I went out the front door and walked down to the gate. It took
me a little while to figure out how to open the gate from the inside.
I almost wondered if I'd be trapped inside until Justin came back,
but I eventually found a button on a post by the driveway and I
pushed that and the gate opened. I walked through quickly and
then looked up and down the street. There was no sign of anybody
(thankfully) so I walked a few feet away from the entrance and set
my bag down and then wondered whether I should just stand
there, sit on the grass, or go lean against the wall. If the cab hadn't
arrived I would probably have spent ten minutes trying to decide
what to do.

The cab pulled up and I asked him to take me to the nearest
hotel. It took about twenty minutes to get there, but fortunately the
place had a room and I checked in.

Then I went up to the room.

Walking in I felt so alone in the empty little room. It felt so familiar.
Here I was in LA again. I'd thought this trip was going to be fun. It
was turning into a major nightmare. And I was supposed to be
meeting with some people tomorrow. Shit! I realized I was tired. I
pulled off my shirt, shoes and socks and pants and just collapsed
into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.


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To be continued...


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