Date: Thu,  4 Jul 2002 13:00:42 -0700
From: auto337794@hushmail.com
Subject: Falling for an old friend part 3

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DISCLAIMER:
This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their
private lives. This is copyright 2002 by the author.

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Author's note:
Hey everyone, please let me know what you like/dislike about this story.
Specifically, I'm looking for some critique of my writing style. This is
my first story ever, so constructive criticism is appreciated.

auto337794@hushmail.com

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FALLING FOR AN OLD FRIEND - PART 3


As I lay there in bed thinking about the events of tonight, I couldn't get
to sleep. I had drunk quite a bit, which usually makes me tired, but my
heart was still racing, thinking about that kiss with Jim. It was rolling
around and around in my head.  What did this mean for us? It suddenly
turned from a long-time friendship to an all-out mutual attraction.

This changed everything, but I didn't want to change everything. Or did I?
I was attracted to Jim, and apparently he was attracted to me, but we were
both wasted, so maybe it was just the alcohol working on him and I. God, it
was eating me away inside.

I looked over at the clock. It was 4 am already, and I wasn't even
tired. It was a brand new relationship between us, and he had to leave town
in a day. This was the first time in my life that I felt so attracted to
someone on so many levels. His looks, his personality, his entire
being. 'Shit, why is this happening to me?' I've always been a purely
rational person. No one's ever been able to get close to me.  The most
common thing I hear from friends is that I'm so cold and calculating. 'I
can't help it, but this is so different. The thought of Jim is killing me
inside, and it shouldn't be. This is so irrational. My brain is saying that
this shouldn't be bothering me, but my heart won't stop aching.'

I decided to get up and see if Jim was still awake too. 'Maybe he's
thinking the same way as me. Maybe he can't get to sleep.'

I threw the covers back and slipped out of bed. I walked into the dark
guest bedroom. The door was still open and the only light was from the moon
shining in through the blinds, which were half open. My night vision was
pretty good by now. I could see Jim lying on his side, facing the wall,
away from me. He didn't have a shirt on. I stood there for a few moments,
admiring his beautiful outline in the moonlight, watching his chest rise
and sink with his breathing.

"Jim?" I said in my quietest voice, praying that he would answer, but
hoping I wouldn't wake him if he were sleeping. I waited.

He turned his head and looked in my direction. I was sure he could only see
my outline.

"You can't sleep either?" He whispered back to me.

"No. I can't stop thinking about what happened." I said.

"I can't either. Matt, I can't stop thinking about you." He turned around
so his body was facing me.

"Do you want to come lay in my bed? Uh, I mean... you know... just to hang
out?" I said sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed about what I just
said.

"Sure, I'd love to."

We walked back to my room and both got into my king sized bed. He spooned
up behind me with his arm around my chest. Our bare skin was touching and
it was the most comforting feeling I'd ever experienced. He put his arm
around my chest and I could feel his breath against the back of my neck. I
felt his hardon against my back.

"Matt... I don't know how to say this... but... I love you."

"Jim, I love you too."

It felt so good. Having the man I love there with me in bed. It was such a
relief to be able to say it. It felt so right. This was the first time in
my life I've ever felt this way. We snuggled up to each other and before I
knew it I was asleep.

---

I woke up the next morning. I thought it was morning, anyways. The sun was
already pretty bright in my room. It took me a minute to orient myself. I
picked up my head and looked around. I was alone in my bed. 'Man, I must
have really slept well, I didn't even hear him get up.' I usually wake up
at the slightest disturbance, but not that night. Jim was already up.

'What time is it?' I looked over at the clock. 'Dammit, I forgot to take my
contacts out again last night.' My vision was a little blurry, but the
clock said 11:28. 'Holy shit!' I thought to myself, this was much later
than I usually slept.

I rolled out of bed wearing only my boxers, and made my way to the bathroom
to take the morning pee. The bathroom door was closed and I could hear the
shower running. My bladder felt like it was going to blow up. A devious
plan entered my mind - maybe he'd let me in to pee while he was
showering. I was thinking about how much I'd love to get a glimpse of his
naked body.

I knocked. I could hear him say "What?"

I yelled back, so he could hear me over the shower, "I really need to
pee. Do you mind if I come in?"

"Sure, it's not locked." I suppose he was used to sharing the bathroom with
his fellow bandmates, so it probably wasn't unusual. I walked in and tried
not make it to obvious that I was checking him out. I have one of those
glass shower doors that isn't tinted or anything, so you can see through it
perfectly. I walked over to the toilet and let go. "Ahhh..." I let out an
audible sigh of relief.

I was able to catch a glimpse of him by looking through the mirror on the
opposite wall. His back was towards me. 'What a beautiful body.' I thought
to myself. He was perfectly tanned with the usual white mid section where
his bathing suit went.  His ass was perfect. He was well toned all up and
down.

Jim turned around and I quickly took my eyes off him. He asked, "Do you
have any conditioner? For my hair?"

"Yeah, hold on a sec." I finished peeing and walked over to the cupboard
and grabbed a new bottle of conditioner and walked back to the shower
door. "Here you go." I said. He opened the door and took it from me. I
looked down at his beautiful body and got a great view of his soft penis. I
looked back up at his face and he just smiled and closed the door. I smiled
back. "Hey, Jim, one other thing..." I said. He put his head under the
water and said "What?"

I ran over to the toilet and flushed it with a laugh and ran out of the
room. "Ahh!  Hot water! You asshole! I'll get you back!" I heard him yell
as I made my way down the hallway to the living room.

I sat down on my fluffy couch and flipped on the TV. After a few minutes of
watching, Jim came out wearing only his boxers his hair was still wet. He
just gets better looking all the time.

"Do you have any interviews or anything today?" I asked him.

"Nope, not that I know of. Unless, of course, there are any more messages
you haven't given me." He said with a grin, looking at me.

"Ha, I said I was sorry. No, there's no more messages."

"Just kidding. Nope, no interviews or anything. Our management is pretty
good about giving us Sundays off. Justin and I are pretty religious, so
we've insisted on it since we were able to actually control our lives."

"Heh. Yeah, I remember you always being the one who actually wanted to go
to church when we were growing up. I hated it and still do. It all just
seems so fake."  I replied.

"Well, we all have our own beliefs. This one's going to be hard to
reconcile. I can't help how I feel about you, and guys in general. I don't
know how God can create people that he automatically hates." Jim said with
some resignation in his voice.

"Hey, I don't have an answer for you, other than that I don't believe there
is a god who makes people just to judge them and send them to Hell. It all
seems so silly to me. But I'm never one to try and offend religious
people. Their life and beliefs are their own."

"I just don't know, Matt. This whole thing is so sudden. I'm going to have
to think and pray about this one."

"If you ask me, it won't help. But I think you need to sort this one
out. I'm here to talk about it, if it'll help." I replied.

"Shit, this is a tough one." There was a pause. "I've kept it inside so
long that I feel like a new person today. Matt, I can't express how I
feel."

"Dude, I know exactly how you feel. This is a bit of an epiphany for me
too. I think we need to stick together on this one and support each other."
I realized that I was inadvertently eyeing his chest. It was smooth and so
nicely tanned. I wanted to jump on top of him right then and there.

He noticed my wandering eyes. "I think we need to talk about what this
means for the two of us. I feel like I'm so close to you now, I don't want
to leave you."

"I feel the same way, but we both have careers. I can't just quit and
neither can you." I replied.

"Yeah, I know. Could you take a vacation or something and come on tour for
like a week or something?"

"Not on this quick of notice. Maybe - give me a few weeks to arrange it."

"But I don't want to wait that long." He walked over to the couch I was
sitting on and sat next to me. His warm bare arm was touching mine. I gave
him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Do you realize just hot cute you are?" I asked, with a grin.

"Matt, come on. I want to be serious for a minute. I need to spend more
time with you. I feel like I've known you forever. I'm closer to you than I
have been to anyone, ever. Not even the guys have any idea I'm gay."

"Well, it's up to you if you want to tell them. I'll be here to help either
way.  Personally, I wouldn't tell anyone, but it's up to you." I replied.

He looked at me with his beautiful green eyes. "That's not what I mean. I
want to be with you more than just two days. I can't just have this
experience with you...  it's such a big change in my life, and then leave
after a day."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't leave without notice. Like I said, we can
work something out in a week or two."

"Dammit." He replied, and looked away. Can't you call in sick or something?
Or say a relative died back in Mississippi."

"Well..." I said. "I guess I could make something like that up. If I got
caught I'd be screwed."

He turned back towards me and smiled, "If you get fired I'll put you on my
staff payroll."

"I'm not taking your money. But... then again... it's a pretty good
deal..." I ran my hand through his spiked hair. "I'm going to shower and
then we can go out for some lunch or something. Sound ok?"

He stood up, "Yep, sounds good."

---

We spent the afternoon going to lunch and running back to the hotel to pick
up Jim's cellphone charger so he could receive calls again. We got back to
his room and everything was, of course, in perfect condition. Jim's
personal assistant even folded his clothes back up and put them away in the
normally empty hotel dresser drawers.

"Hey, Jim, you actually use these dressers and the closet in your room?" I
said with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm on the road so much I like to feel as at home as possible. My
personal assistant takes care of my stuff, so by the time I get here
everything is folded and put away. It's not much, but it helps. I even have
a system so she knows which drawer to put my underwear in and which to put
my shirts in."

"Ha, not bad. Wish I had a personal assistant to take care of my clothes
like that."  I said with a laugh.

"Yeah, well, when you can prance around stage and sing as sexy as I can,
then maybe you too could be a millionaire." He said with a grin.

"Sexy, yeah right." I joked back. "I can't even hear you in any songs. Come
on, a bass voice, who can hear that?"

"Hey! I'm sensitive about my bass voice. You can too hear me!" He replied
with a whiney tone. "If I weren't there in those songs they would sound
terrible!"

"Oh come on, I'm just kidding. I really do think your voice is sexy. In
fact, I've thought that since your voice changed back in 9th grade. Now
you're sexy all over." I said.

He blushed, "Yeah, you know it. I'm sexy."

I walked up to him and kissed him quickly. "Yes you are." I pressed against
his lips and started probing them with my tongue. He opened his mouth and
let me in, our kiss becoming more passionate. I close my eyes and he put
his hand on the back of my head. This was bliss. The hottest guy I've ever
known, my friend from childhood, was making out with me. I popped a boner
pretty quick, and I could feel his starting to press against me.

Knock, knock, knock. We both quickly pulled away from each other, like two
kids getting caught doing something wrong. We looked at each others'
bulging crotches, "Damn, someone's at the door." Jim said. He then yelled
out "I'll be right there."

"Think about something else, " I said, "like cars or baseball."

He looked at me with a smile and whispered, "I'd like to but I can't stop
thinking about you." He pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans to cover his
crotch and walked over to the door. "Who is it?"

"Hey, Lance, it's JC."

Jim opened the door, "Hey Jayce, what's up? Come on in." JC walked a few
steps into the room and saw me. I had sat down on the little couch so as to
hide my own stiffy. He paused for a moment and the continued walking toward
me and held out his hand.

"Hi, I'm JC, who are you?"

I thought to myself, 'Well, this is an upfront guy.' I stretched my hand
out, still sitting, "I'm Matt, a friend of Jim's from way back in
Mississippi."

JC looked puzzled for a moment. "Oh, Jim - you mean Lance? I thought only
his mom still called him Jim. You caught me off guard there for a
sec. Cool, it's nice to meet you."

I replied, "Nice to meet you too, JC. I think I met you a couple time
before, but it was a while ago."

"Yeah, I thought you looked vaguely familiar. Sorry, we meet so many people
every day that it's hard to keep track." He replied.

Jim spoke up, "So what's up JC. Are you doing anything today?"

JC turned back to Jim, "Naw, actually, that's why I stopped by. I'm bored
out of my mind. I have no idea what there is to do in Atlanta. I'm getting
sick of watching porno on the hotel movie channel."

I let out a little laugh as I thought that right about now would be a great
to be making my own porno with Jim. We glanced at each other with a smile -
he was probably thinking the same thing.

"Well," I spoke up, "there's not a whole lot to do in Atlanta. I guess we
could go hang out at a mall or something, or see a movie."

JC scrunched up his face and replied, "Ug, the mall, a movie. I think we've
been to every mall and movie theatre in America. Isn't there a beach or
something to go to?"

"JC, you dumbass, we're in Atlanta... Georgia. Duh. There's no ocean here."
Jim said sarcastically.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, Lance. I was just kidding." JC said with a sneer.

Jim glanced over at me and then back at JC. "Actually JC, I think Matt and
I just want to hang out today, we've got a lot of catching up to do. We
haven't seen each other in quite a while."

JC darted his eyes over at me and then back at Jim. "OK Lance, no
biggie. I'll just see what Chris is up to... he knows how to have fun." He
turned around with a grin and walked out the hotel room door.

Jim turned back toward me, shrugging his shoulders. "Ok, where were we?" He
walked over and stopped right in front of me.

I stood back up. "Hmm," I replied. "I don't remember." I leaned in and
touched my lips to his. He pressed against me and he put his hand on my
lower back. I pulled away and said, "Is that where we were?"

"Yep." Jim replied and then he quickly pushed against me and we both fell
onto his bed. He kissed more passionately as he pulled my arms over my
head, pressing me down into the mattress at my wrists.

Of course I was instantly hard, and I could tell he was too. I pushed my
hips up to grind against his crotch and he moaned softly. It was
amazing. This is the closest I've been to any guy, and I'm sure it was for
him too. I've never felt this aroused before. It was complete bliss. We
continued to kiss passionately for a few minutes before he pushed himself
up a little and broke it off.

He stared at me with his beautiful green eyes. 'God, this is hot.' I
thought to myself. I pushed my head up and started kissing his neck and
worked my way up to his ear. He let out another little groan. I rolled him
over onto his back and continued working my way up and down his neck with
my mouth and tongue.

Jim began pulling my t-shirt over my head, which I went along with without
a problem. I then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and he lifted his torso
so I could get it off him. I sat there upright, on top of his crotch and
looked down at his beautifully sculpted chest and abs. He put his palms on
my pecs and then began playing with my nipples. I couldn't take it any more
and leaned back down to kiss him again. As my tongue was probing around in
his mouth, he worked his hands down to the front of my pants and he began
to undo them. He unbuckled my belt and then the button. I could tell he was
having a tough time with the zipper, but he got it. I felt his hand on my
hardon. He was rubbing me through my boxers, no doubt trying to size me
up. I'd say I'm pretty average in that department, not huge by any means.

I started grinding my dick into his hand, but he pulled away and grabbed
the top of my jeans and starting pulling them down my hips. I lifted myself
a little, maintaining the kiss, and he slid them off me. I kicked the jeans
the rest of the way off, throwing them with my feet off the end of the
bed. Now my dick was poking out of my boxers and he flipped me off him onto
my back. I lay there with nothing but my boxers on. He sat up and pulled
his own jeans off. He was wearing a hot pair of black boxer briefs. He was
sporting a serious tent too. The outline of his dick told me that he was
about the same size as me.

He stood there on his knees on the bed and just smiled at he. I smiled
back. He leaned down and started licking my dick. It was amazing. I was
looking down my chest at the hottest guy in the world, starting to blow me!
I closed my eyes and started enjoying the moment. Before long he took the
head of my dick in his mouth and he began sucking. Soon he had the whole
thing in his mouth and I was in heaven. Even though he was perpendicular to
me on the bed, I could reach over and play with his dick and balls through
his boxer briefs. We both were groaning pretty loudly by now, both of us
thoroughly into this.

I put my hand on the back of his head and he continued to suck on me for a
few minutes. I was getting close to blowing, so I whispered to him, "My
turn." He let my dick flop out of his mouth and I pushed him over on the
bed. I pulled off my own boxers and then pulled his off him. It was an
amazing sight. He was lying there, completely naked, with a perfect hard
cock and balls of the perfect size. He had a decent amount of hair above
his dick and some hair on his balls.

I leaned down and lifted his dick off his stomach. I began to lick the
precum off the head and slid it into my mouth. He let out a sigh and I
could tell this was something he wanted badly. So did I. I lubed his dick
up and began to slide my mouth up and down. I'd never sucked a dick before
so it took a little while to get used to fitting the whole thing in my
mouth, but I was loving every second of it.  He began bucking his hips up
and down, getting into the rhythm. I played with his balls with one hand
and was playing with my own dick with the other.

As I was still sucking him he opened his legs up and I took it as a hint,
and I moved my hand down to play with his asshole a little bit. I could
tell this was driving him wild, and it was driving me wild too. I think it
drove him over the edge and he groaned "I'm gonna cum." I pulled his dick
out of my mouth and he grabbed it and started jacking himself off and only
a second or two later he blew his load all over his chest. A few shots even
reached his face. I leaned back over his and put my dick on top of his. I
started rubbing my dick on his lubed up stomach as I kissed him
passionately. Just a few moments of that and I was blowing my own load all
over our pressed-together stomachs.

We maintained the kiss for a few minutes, but then I rolled over off of
him. Both our stomachs were covered in cum, but we were both exhausted. He
and I lay here breathing heavily for a few minutes before Jim broke the
silence. "Matt?"

"Yeah." I replied.

"That was amazing." He said.

"Shit, that was hot." I said, still breathing heavily.