Date: Sat, 28 Aug 1999 15:11:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Kyle D <tommyboy_d79@yahoo.com> Subject: Until The Time Is Through WARNING: This story is sexually-explicit, involving homosexuality. Do not continue if this will offend you. If accessing this story causes you to break local laws (village, town, city, county, province, state, or country, etc.), please leave now. By continuing, you implicitly declare and affirm under penalties of perjury that you are not a minor or in the company of a minor and are entitled to have access to sexually-explicit material. The content and opinions expressed in this story do not imply anything with regards to the sexual preference of any member of 5ive or any other celebrities named herein. It is a work of fiction entirely. Read on and please, enjoy +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Deep in the Pueblo, Colorado lies a music store. Within this music store are two young people who are about to have their lives changed forever. Heehee, yeah right!! I only wish things could get that exciting. Lets face it. Pueblo is a dead town. There is a college and thats about it. When you are gay it sucks. I have been here for the sum of 5 months and hated it already. Okay, lets get the intro out of the way. Hi. My name is Aric Cramer. I am an alcoholic. Not! I am a 18 year old guy who got sucked into a move with his parents to Pueblo. I grew up in Cali but my dad found a better job here. He hoped I would like the college, but I figure after 12 years of school a boy needs a little break, am I right?? I am one of those blonde surfer boys you see all over the beaches in Cali. And because I have liberated parents I have my ears and navel pierced. And a tatoo of Tigger on my left shoulder blade. I am about 6 foot. I have a muscular swimmers build. I was one of those chunky little boys who at 13 found with weights and running all that baby fat can turn into muscle and turn the heads of both sexes. I have short spiky blonde hair, green eyes and a very tan complexion. My sense of style is varied from day to day depending on my mood. But enough about me. We moved here and I made friends rather quickly in the one bar in the town. My best friend was Sharon and she is the ultimate bitch dyke. She is one of those pretty pretty girls but I once was in the room next to her and this prettypretty turns into a tiger from the sounds! Eww! But she got me my job at the alternative music store (which is the only place you can meet the gays) and was there for me. Today we were at the counter waiting for anyone to come in and entertain us. "Did I ever tell you how much I think this job sucks? " Sharon whined. "Only about twenty times since we clocked in, oh bout twenty minutes ago." I replied. "Shut up bitch! So tell me about your date last weekend?" I had gone back to San Francisco for the weekend and had met up with an old boy of mine. Needless to say it wasnt there. I am one of those bitches who are all talk. I have yet to lose the virginity and I know it sounds ol fashioned, but really I AM waiting for the right guy. "He wined me. He dined me. He drove me up the coast in his jag and try to fuck me." I said as the door jingled. This guy walked in. He was about my height. He was dressed in Fubu. But I couldn't tell too much else because he was wearing a fishermans hat and a dark pair of Oakley's. He definetly did not look gay or into Manson so I wasnt sure what he was doing here. He browsed around and then noticed the two of us at the counter. By this time Sharon was gawking and he gawked back. But let me explain Sharon. When she is at work she looks like a freak. She has her eyebrows pierced three times (each), a nose ring and that nasty black makeup. I was wearing my grey tommy jersey and shorts. So we more than likely looked like brother light/sister dark standing there. He came up to us and smiled and pulled down his shades to show off these piercing blue eyes. "Hi, I feel like a doof, but do you have any Pearl Jam?" he asked with an english accent. That right there about made me cream my jeans. Something about accents does that to me. "Um uh." I tried to say. "Yes we do. What album are you looking for?" Sharon covered for me. He smiled at me and turned to Sharon and said," I don't know the name of the album but the song I am looking for is 'Last Kiss' . And I didn't see it on any of the albums over there." "Well thats the trouble. Its not on one of their Cd's yet. It was a single." she replied in her "your-a-stupid-man tone. "Yeah, but if you want we have it on a compilation called No Boundaries." I said and kicked her. "You have that?" he asked. "Yeah, let me get it for you." I said and walked around the counter. He followed me to the racks and I pulled up the CD and handed it to him. When he grabbed it our fingers connected and I felt a jolt. Like when stick your finger a socket, y'know? I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. "Is there um, anything else you are looking for?" I asked. "Actually, I was ummm wondering if maybe....well maybe you would know your way around and want to do something?" he asked shyly. "I would love to. I get off around 4:00. I can be free anytime after that." I said and hoped I didn't sound too eager. "That would be great." he looked at me and smiled."Well I guess this is all I need." "Okay, lets go ring you up." We went to the register as Sharon made her way to the stacks to sort. "So Aric, whats your last name?" he asked. "How did you know Aric was my name?" "Well I heard your conversation ." he said. "Well how about you tell me your name first before I give you more info" I smiled. "Fair enough. My tag is Scott Robinson. Now yours?" "Cramer. Aric Cramer." He reached across the counter and shook my hand. I loved the feel of his hand gripping mine. I was melting. But I recovered as more people walked in. He did too, refelexively grabbing his hand back. He handed me the money. I rang him up. "So Scott, where are you staying?" "The Retreat. Room 100. You just give me a call when you get off and we'll go do something okay?" he asked. "I wil do that.." I said and smiled. He smiled back and walked out of the store. Sharon flew to the counter. "Oh my god he was only gorgeous! Tell me you got a number?" She asked. "I got it!" We highed five and did our little dance causing the others in the store to laugh, but Icouldn't care less. I had a date with a hot guy. The rest of the day seemed to drag by, we got the usual crowd in. Ever since we had started carrying more mainstream music we got a lot more of the college crowd, but it was still primarily the gays. I was stocking when I overheard a conversation between two Gap boys. "I still think that Brian is the cutest out of them all. But AJ gets points for freakiness." the guy said. "No way! Justin is the cutest and Chris is the freakiest!" the other guy argued. "Okay what about 98?? Nick hands down." the first guy said. "Nope Jeff." the other guy said. "Alright. 5ive. J and Abs are the cute ones." "If you go for the freaks. Rich and Sean. Well and that Scott guy isnt TOO bad." They laughed and walked away. I knew the Backstreet Boys and Nsync. You had to be living under a rock if you didn't. 98 Degrees was a little okay, but not overly much. But I had never heard of this five. Oh well. I had a half hour to go and I was looking forward to going out with Scott. I went to the register and saw that mine and sharon's replacements were there already. Bonus!! We get out early. We grabbed our stuff. Told them the 411 on what the day had been like. Clocked out and left. We got outside and Sharon grabbed me and pulled me to her car. "Listen. I want you to come by the club with Scott. I want to make sure hes on the up and up. That and we can all see how good you look. And for GOD SAKES change into something more interesting." she smiled and kissed me. "Okay. I will bring him by when I feel like it (meaning I would). And I wil make myself me. I am not going for the looks you have." I laughed. I went to my Acura and got in and sped home. I got in and the parental units were gone for something. No notes so I didnt leave one. I got into my room. Checked my messages, email and all that good shit. Turned on the radio and got naked and into the shower. "Sometimes" had just ended and a new song started. It's the things you do that have made me fall so in love with you You can have it all What else can I do Nothing left to prove It's the things you do I had never heard it but I liked it. I was jammin with it in the shower. It ended and the announcer said it was called Its The Things You Do by 5ive. So this is who those guys were talking about. Well they sounded good, I would have to look for the CD in the store tomorrow. I went into my closet and after about a half hour decided on some Tommy jeans. Ten minutes later I decided on a blue/white striped jersey. I spiked my hair threw on some Cool Water and grabed my wallet and keys and left. I got to the Retreat and asked for room 100 and the lady said she would need to call up and get permission. I chilled against the counter and she turned to me and told me that he would be right down. I sat over on the couch and waited. I was sitting there for about five minutes when this cute guys with mid length brown hair came up to me. "Hello, are you Aric?" he asked with an accent just like Scott's. "Yes." I said and stood to shake his hand. " And you would be?" "Rich. I am a friend of Scott's. He is still getting ready and asked me to come down and keep you company." he said and sat next to me. "Cool. Are you coming with us?" "Nah, I am staying in for the night. Relaxing and all that before going back to work. " "Oh, what do you do?" I asked., "Ah, I am in the recording business." "Music?" "Yes." It seemed he didn't want to go too in depth so I dropped it. Not sure what to say I went for the general guy talk. Sports. And found out that we enjoyed rugby. Which is strange cause guys over here in the states don't usually go for it, but I love it. We were so caught up in talking that I didn't notice Scott til he was right on top of us. He looked even better than he had earlier. No hat this time showing his dark brown hair. He was wearing a Polo shirt with some nice fitting jeans. The green shirt was doing cool things with his eyes. "You ready to show me the town now Aric?" he asked with a smile. "Yeah. YOu ready?" I asked. "Lets go." I stood to go and Rich said goodbye. He whispered someting to Scott and then walked to the elevator turning once to wave. Scott looked at me and we walked to the parking lot to my car. We got in and I started the engine. "Now I don't know what you want to do, but just let me know and I will find a place for it." The words were out of my mouth before I realized how it sounded. I looked over and he was grinning from ear to ear. "Well I will keep that in mind, but for now I am famished. Let's eat." "What would you like?" I asked trying to cover my embarassment. "Pizza is my fave, but whatever you want Aric." he said. I was silent and then felt his hand on mine. "Don't worry aboutwhat you said. I didn't take any offence to it. Just have to let you know this okay?" he asked. "yes." I said and turned to him. "I like you, but I don't want to get you in bed. I'm only in town for another two days, but I wanted someone to hang out with. And I saw you in the music store and I had to talk to you. I have to get this out of the way now. Aric, I am gay. I like you in that way, but I also want to get to know you as a friend. I understand that you're straight and all but I had to be open and honest." he said and had his hand on the door. "And I totally understand if you want me to get out of the car." I looked at him and he looked so vulnerable. I leaned over and took his hand off the door and placed it in his lap. "I like you to Scott. And the fact that your gay is a bonus." "WHy?" "Because I am too." We started laghing and after a few minutes it came out. Rich had been sent down to "scope out" the situation and had thought I was straight. Now that he knew he was more relaxed. And now I was positive he was I was happy. this night would be fun. I just knew it. -================================================================ Well what do you think?? Good, bad or whatever email me at tommyboy_d79@yahoo.com