Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2004 08:32:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dane Bruebeck <dowtheory2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Symmetry Part 11

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				Symmetry-11
			       Evan's Story

	Evan could not believe the scene on the other side of the room as
he stood feigning interest in a conversation with an associate from F.T
Riley.  F.T Riley had sent six of their senior associates from their London
headquarters to Cameron and Kuch to participate in large capital
discussions concerning an impending merger of the two firms.  Cameron and
Kuch Investments had set up a sophisticated Friday night cocktail party to
end the two-day long international negotiations at a swanky lounge on
Riverbank.  The hardcore meetings had ended well and now it was time to
relax and socialize, show the British team a good time.  Everyone assembled
in the room was clearly having first-class fun, work was forgotten and for
now, light music, exotic hors d'oeuvres, and expensive liquor took center
stage.

	Ron was on the opposite side of the room and from what Evan could
deduce; he was having a great time.  Ron looked so handsome dressed in his
nice black suit that cleverly hinted at the athleticism of the body within,
his dark hair looking defiantly tousled like he was some ancient warrior,
his strong facial features giving him that intense aura that captivated and
intimidated at the same time. He was evidently having a good time.  For
Evan, this was not a good time; it was a fucking unpleasant, horrid,
dreadful time.

"You should come with the team to London next time.  We'll make sure you
have a great time.  Wait until you see..." Rebecca, an animated member of
the F.T Riley was saying to Evan and two of his collegues but he was not
listening.  He was distracted.

	Across the room, Ron was engaged in a conversation with John
Charleston, the leader of the F.T. Riley team. John was gesturing as he
talked and then he must have said something ridiculously funny because Ron
threw his gorgeous head back and laughed in earnest.  It couldn't be that
funny.  Evan had spent time with John during the meetings and although the
debonair, Londoner was an expert in his field, Evan had found him a little
too arrogant for his liking.  Plus, he could have sworn he saw John
checking out Ron in the conference room yesterday.  His suspicions were now
confirmed.  Somehow, Ron must have thought the braggart was cool because he
was still laughing.  Evan stopped pretending to be interested in Rebecca's
banal renderings of London and excused himself from the group and headed
straight for the bar.

"What will you have, Sir?" the immaculate bartender asked.  Evan would have
laughed at the pomposity of the guy but he was still sidetracked.

"Give me one of those," he said motioning to his favorite beer stacked up
behind the bartender.  He took the bottle, left the glass and sat down on
the leather stool.  The room was buzzing noisily and it was clear that the
party was a success.  Usually, if these parties went well, then chances
were the negotiations would go well too.

	His eyes involuntarily tracked Ron down and found him still talking
exclusively to wannabe GQ-cover guy, Mr. John McPrick.  When John leaned a
bit too close to Ron, put his manicured hand on Ron's shoulder and then
proceeded to talk into his ear, Evan's eyes widened and he felt a heat rise
within him.  A really bad heat.  That hand needed to get off Ron's shoulder
soon but it didn't.  It lingered.  What moronic vulgarities was this
shallow guy enthralling Ron with? Evan wondered.  After what seemed like
forever, the hand came off but not without sliding suggestively down Ron's
arm.  The guy was literally pawing Ron and Evan felt the bad heat intensify
within him.  His hand tightened around his beer bottle and he continued
watching.  Everyone else, everything else melted and his eyes were riveted
by the single scene that mattered; Ron and that superficial fuck.

	John was now lifting his forearms up and down as if he was doing
air curls; clearly he was demonstrating his work out routine.  Ron was
shaking his head in approval.  Then John reached out and squeezed Ron's
bicep!  Evan choked on his beer.

"Are you alright, Sir?" the excessively-professional bartender asked from
behind him.

"I'm...fine," Evan said punctuating his words with a strangled cough.  Ron
should have punched that guy by now.  Evan needed him to punch that guy.

"Are you sure, Sir?  You look a little pale.  Do you need some water, Sir?"

"I'm fine.  I'm great and stop calling me sir!"  Evan said snapping.  He
got off his stool and walked over to Ron.  Ron smiled as soon as he spotted
him walking over, completely oblivious that he was being felt up by the
pretentious bastard.  Come on, it was so obvious.

"Evan!  You should hear some of the crazy stories this guy has," Ron said.

"Hello, Evan.  Nice seeing you again.  This is really a great party!" John
said and Evan instantly developed a newfound loathing for his accent.

"Good," Evan said flatly.  Why were they smiling?  "Actually, I think I'm
going to leave now.  I'm feeling totally out off it."

"Okay," John said without hesitating.  Evan wanted to hit him right on his
pointed, perfect nose for making it so clear that he wanted to be left
alone with Ron.

"It's still early but if you must leave..." Ron said shrugging his broad
shoulders.  "Hey, listen John, it was nice meeting you.  I have to leave
too.  Evan drove me over."

"Don't worry.  I'll have our driver take you back later," John said
focusing solely on Ron.

"No, that's too much trouble.  I'll just leave now," Ron said.

"That is such a shame," John said and then Evan watched him lift his
eyebrow suggestively and then look into Ron's eyes with burning lust.  John
wanted Ron and he wasn't even trying to hide the fact.

"Yes, I'm sure but thanks," Ron said graciously.  Evan just wished Ron
would thump that face instead.

"We're leaving tomorrow, Ron.  Are you sure you don't want to stay?  We
could..."  John said and then reached over and placed that stupid hand on
Ron's shoulder.  Did he just squeeze Ron?  The bad heat surfaced.

"He is sure he doesn't want to stay!"  Evan said angrily.  God, he was
pissed off!

"Ron?  I think..." John said.  His hand was still on Ron's shoulder.

"If you could let go of him so we could leave," Evan said glaring at John.
After a few harsh seconds, Evan turned to Ron.  "Baby, tell the man that
the only place you're going is home with me.  I'll go get the car and meet
you at the entrance."  He turned around and walked towards the door.  He
looked over his shoulder and saw Ron, still standing at the same spot, and
his face had that pure, amused, boyish grin that always melted Evan's
heart.


Ron's Story

"I can't believe you were jealous," Ron said for the umpteenth time since
they had left the party.  He slipped the key into the lock and they stepped
into Evan's apartment.

"I was not jealous.  I have never been accused of being jealous in my
entire life," Evan said again shrugging off his dinner jacket and tagging
on his tie.  He dumped them on the chair next to Ron's and then sat down on
the couch.

"Just admit it.  You should have seen yourself," Ron said chuckling and
then he flopped himself on the couch beside Evan.  He toed off his shoes
and placed his socked feet on the leather ottoman.  Evan's feet joined his,
the sides of their legs pressed tight.

"I was not jealous.  I just don't like that guy.  He's so full of himself."
Evan said.

"You didn't like the guy or you didn't like the guy trying to flirt with
me?" Ron asked with a smile.  He was enjoying this; the dominating and
self-assured way Evan had staked his claim on him in front of John had been
so unapologetically possessive.  Even now, Evan was still fuming and Ron
could see his serious hazel eyes blazing.  It was both funny and endearing.

"Honestly, both.  I mean Ron; he was flirting with you right in front of
me.  Come on, the whole evening he was trying to get you naked.  I wanted
to punch him."

"Really?  Punch him, huh? Like right on the face?" Ron started laughing.

"It's not funny!  And then he started to feel up your biceps.  I definitely
should have punched him."

"Like "pow" square on his face?"  Ron couldn't stop chuckling especially
since Evan was taking this so serious.

"I mean, where does the guy get off trying to get into your pants?  The
whole evening he tried to fucking keep you to himself.  He must fucking
think he can have anyone he wants with his overly dressed up, prettied,
shallow manner.  And then the audacity of him to imagine he can be with you
tonight.  No fucking way.  Like for god's sake, what does..."  Evan said,
his anger starting to rise again.

"You are so hot right now," Ron declared.  It was turning him on to no end
that Evan would so ardently assert himself like that especially over him.

"What?"

"You are.  I am so turned on by you."  One second, two seconds, two and a
half... Their eyes met lustfully and then their open hungry mouths attacked
each other.  Evan's tongue pierced forcefully into Ron's waiting mouth,
possessing him and his hands found their way under Ron's shirt, kneading
the hard pecs.  Ron moaned as he felt his whole body come alive from Evan's
expert touch.  When he felt Evan's hand touch the throbbing place between
his legs and he thrust his pelvis upward to maximize the contact.  Sure,
nobody else would get him.  Evan suddenly stopped, stood up yanked off his
shirt and held his hand out.  Ron took it and they started kissing again,
Evan's hand immediately returning to massage Ron's very aroused member
through his pants.

"Bed?" Ron whispered.

"Bed," Evan replied and then took Ron's hand and they walked to the
bedroom, each shedding their clothes as they approached the bedroom.

	Their naked bodies met in the middle of the bed.  Tongues and hands
exploring, legs brushing and caressing, intertwined.  Evan rolled on top of
Ron and then proceeded to lick his way south.  Stopping to bathe Ron's
oversensitive nipples and bathe that rock hard stomach with desperate
kisses.  Ron kept moaning, arching his back.  He felt Evan's mouth take in
his cock all the way and he let out a strangled scream.  Evan's mouth was
so hot and wet and tight.  Evan knew Ron's cock so well and he knew exactly
where all the pleasures lay making his body smolder.

"Baby, tell me if you enjoy this," Evan said and then Ron felt his legs
lifted up and a warm hungry caress right on his unexplored hole.  It was
like nothing he ever felt before.  Sure, Evan had licked him before but
never so fully and so keenly.  Maybe it felt different because of where it
would lead tonight.  He opened his legs wider and pushed against that wet
tongue.  He was rocking with the pleasure and when Evan's tongue penetrated
his sphincter, he let of a yell of elation.

"Just like that, just like that..." Ron breathed.  Evan kept up his tongue
action until Ron felt his whole body quake wantonly.  "Now, baby, now."
Evan moved up and kissed Ron's mouth, his tongue exploring the cavity
splendidly.  Ron was surprised when Evan rolled onto his back and pulled
Ron on top of him.

"I need you inside me," Ron said.

"I know, baby.  Like this," Evan whispered and then he uncapped the lube,
smeared it liberally on his fingers and then reached over and slid it
around the entrance of Ron's eager hole.  "Sit up and take me in you."

	Ron sat up and felt Evan's erect hot penis nudge his ass. In this
position, he could feel his asshole open even more.  He massaged Evan's
pecs and gently pinched his nipples.  Evan's hands running up and down his
spread legs and then touching his pole sent shivers up and down his body.
They stared at each other and then Ron lifted up and Evan guided his cock
to that sweet virgin bud.  When the contact was made, they moaned in
unison.

"Baby, go as slowly as you....ooohhh....want....aaahhh," Evan said
squinting his eyes as the pleasure at the head of his cock engulfed him.

"Yesssss...." Ron moaned and then he slowly, tentatively pushed downward.
The pain was unexpected and he winced and stopped.

"I need so badly to be in you.  Open up for me.  Just like I open up for
you." That was all Ron needed to hear; this was about reciprocity.  They
shared, they were equals and he needed to do this.  He took a deep breath
and then sunk down slowly surprised at how relaxed he felt.  There was no
apprehension.  He felt the head of Evan's cock pierce through the tight
muscle.

"Oh baby!  I love you, I love you..." Evan chanted overcome by the feelings
and his lively words were the guide Ron needed.

"Fuck...." Ron shouted and then sunk all the way down, taking in that
fleshy, steel pole into his virgin hole. He blocked out the discomfort by
focusing on the blissful look on the face below him.  He was blown away by
Evan's sexy face; his teeth were clenched as the heat overwhelmed him but
his eyes were devotedly focused on Ron, glazed with deep emotion. Ron felt
his heart constrict with the poignancy of the moment.  He had never felt so
full, so fucked, so lovingly invaded in his life.

	Ron started moving slowly up and down.  He felt suddenly dizzy as a
pleasure he had never imagined ran through him. In an effort to recapture
that feeling, he moved up and down more aggressively, his cock regaining
full hardness and jutting proudly in front of him.  Then Evan grabbed onto
his thighs and started to thrust up, supporting his movements with his
strong bend legs.  Their crazed moans filled the room.

"Baby, baby....oh god!"  The enjoyment consumed Ron making him cry out his
bliss.  He was now moving so forcefully, he would rise up almost halfway to
the tip of Evan's stony cock and then push down until those curly pubes
brushed against him seductively.

"Ride me, baby!  Do it....ride me!"  Evan demanded his thrusts getting
stronger and uncontrollable as the wet, tightness of Ron's hole grabbed at
his cock.

"Oh...fuck...fuck," Ron yelled and then grunted when Evan's hand reached
and massaged his leaking cock.  "Yesss..... baby.  This is
soooo.... hot....Your cock is so fucking...aahh...good" The words were
falling out of Ron freely; the sweet pounding on his prostate matching the
pleasure of Evan's ministrations on his cock.  He felt the sweat drip down
his spine and he threw back his head in ecstasy.  Getting fucked felt
unbelievably great!  He felt his body prepare for the grand finale.

	Evan's thrusts became stronger and shorter, his hand jerking Ron's
wet cock in time with his upward movements.  Ron stared down at Evan and
felt the tingle intensify.  Their eyes met naked and demanding. He knew, by
the look in Evan's eyes, it was almost over.  They were now both reciting
their favorite sex-words, another indication that the fucking was
approaching an earth-shattering end.

"Fuck, fuck...baby, baby....fuck, baby...."  They filled the room with the
force of their pleasure, interlacing and alternating the words through
their ragged breaths and moans.  It was a hot, hard fuck: their bodies
slamming and sweating; their teeth bared and clenched; their cocks on the
verge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!  Aaaaaarggghhhh..." Ron yelled and stilled his body as a
forceful orgasm ripped through him manifesting itself in a copious amount
of hot, creamy cum that landed squarely on Evan's toned chest.

Seconds later, Evan shoved up, arching his back and blew his load in Ron's
hole.  "Fffuuuuckkk...aaaaahhhhh"

	They stayed frozen for endless seconds, letting the aftershocks
subside. Ron lowered his body over Evan, the exhaustion taking over. He
kissed Evan's wet lips gently and let himself drown in those hazel eyes.

"You are one great fuck," Ron said still panting, licking the sweat on
Evan's nose.

"What do you expect?  You inspire me," Evan said trying to catch his breath
and reaching up to twirl his fingers lazily in Ron's hair. "How do you
feel?"

"Well fucked.  I love losing myself like this with you."

"I know."  A drop of sweat fell from Ron's forehead and dripped down to
Evan's jaw.

"So, should I expect some hot loving every time you experience a bout of
unwarranted jealousy?"  Ron asked jokingly.

"I was not jealous, just making sure John understood you were taken.  Okay,
okay I admit I was jealous. I guess I'll have to find a way to broadcast
that you're off limits."  Evan said lifting up to kiss Ron's lips.  "So,
what are you?  Like my boyfriend?"

"I guess."  Ron rolled off Evan's chest and snuggled up against him.

"Nice," Evan said and closed his eyes.

"Although...Although there is a casual nuance to the word, an underlying
sense of non- permanence.  Best friend sounds so much stronger.  I prefer
best friend." Ron said, his analytical side kicking in.

"We are more than best friends now.  How about "my best boyfriend"?" Evan
said already smiling at his impractical suggestion.

"Nah, too wordy."

"How about "my lover"?"  Evan said drawing out the words dramatically.

"Nah, that sounds too Marquis de Sade; too in your face."

"How about "my Ron"?  See, like I could say "Ladies and gentlemen, I would
like to introduce you to my Ron.  Clear and succinct."  It sounded good to
Ron.  He thought about it some more.

"Although, a little confusing.  Like people might think it's a slip of the
tongue..."  Ron said.

"I'm beginning to like "boyfriend" more and more. Maybe, there's like a
Man-to-Man guidebook."

"Whatever," Ron replied.



	The advantages of waking up next to Evan were innumerable.  The
disadvantage was singular: he was addicted to Evan's presence.  Like any
other addict, he knew he wouldn't survive without Evan.  Sure, he would
live but he couldn't really live.  Perhaps he couldn't articulate it very
well yet, but he felt it and understood it.  He rolled out off bed, brushed
his teeth, threw on his boxers and headed to Evan's kitchen to carry out
his Saturday morning plan before Evan woke up.

	He opened the kitchen and was happy to find the contents of the
shopping bags he had carried in two days ago were still available.  He was
going to make an amazing breakfast, the kind his mum and dad made him on
special occasions.  It was about time he and Evan cooked a whole meal in
this house.  Take-out and microwaving stuff was getting markedly
unoriginal.  He turned on the radio to catch the morning news.  It was a
habit he had picked up in his house growing up.  Breakfast and morning news
filled the kitchen.

	He pulled out the eggs, the cheese and the ham for the omelet, the
bacon and the sausages.  He set the coffee maker and chose Evan's favorite
blend.  He mixed up the contents for the omelet, figuring he could do the
sausages and the bacon on one skillet and the omelet when those were
halfway done on another skillet.  He reached for the overhead cabinet, in
search of a skillet and moved on to the next one when he failed to see one.
Five minutes later, all the cabinets were open and all the drawers pulled
out.

"What are you looking for?"  He heard Evan ask behind him.

"I need a skillet.  Actually two skillets," he turned around to face Evan.
Like always his breath caught when he saw Evan in the morning.  His face
had that just-woken-up look; his lips always looked pinker, his eyes
half-open and droopy, his short hair disheveled, his morning shadow
accentuating his masculinity.

"What's a skillet?" Evan asked, totally unaware of how mind-bogglingly
hunky he looked.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No."  Ron knew Evan couldn't cook but come on, he knew what the dishes
were.

"A frying pan for the omelet?" Ron answered peering at an empty cabinet.

"Oh, I don't have one.  Dude, stop looking at me like that. Like you have
a...a skillet," Evan said.

"I have a skillet.  Three in fact.  Who doesn't have a skillet?"

"Apparently, me."

"We could buy you one later.  I doubt you'll ever use it but I know I will.
I could lend you one of mine.  Shit!  I was so psyched about breakfast."
Ron said pouting as he pointed at his omelet mix.

"How about we reserve breakfast for when we're at your place and take-out
when we're here?  Then, we'd have it all," Evan said laughing at the
absurdity of his suggestion and throwing his arms up in mock triumph.  Ron
wasn't laughing.  Evan's words triggered his next thought.

"How about we do both but at the same place?"

"Huh?"  Evan asked raising his eyebrow.

"We could move in together."  Ron knew it was a big step but they
practically lived together now.  Two months of running to and fro between
apartments had lost its reason and charm.

"You want to?"

"Yeah."  It was basic logic.  Evan walked over to where Ron was standing in
front of the fridge and looked into his eyes.  Then he leaned forward and
gave him a soft kiss on the lips.  Ron's back came in contact with the
fridge as Evan pressed tighter into him.  They held each other.  The radio
went on with the news, the bare cabinets open, they remained pressed
together.

"You could move to my place.  It's bigger," Evan whispered.

"Or you could move to my place.  I have three skillets," Ron said
lightheartedly.  Ron's hand caressed the back of Evan's head, enjoying the
closeness.  He kissed that sweet spot on Evan's neck, not meaning to start
anything, just for the pleasure of it.  Evan pushed harder into him, both
his hands landing on the top edge of the fridge.  Ron was totally
surrounded by Evan and it thrilled him.  When Evan pulled his head back and
kissed him hard on the lips, he knew they had started something.  Their
naked torsos and groins responded to the contact.  The kissing was so
erotic and soft, Saturday morning kissing, the kind that led to slow, easy
sex.  The radio and the foiled breakfast were forgotten as the sensuality
rose.  They swallowed each others moans.  The temperature was mounting
steadily.

	Then they heard a sudden noise and they turned to find Cece
standing at the kitchen entrance, her hands covering her mouth as if to
suppress a scream.  She looked positively, out-of-this-world shocked.

"Cece..." Evan said turning around.  Ron closed his eyes and willed himself
not to panic.  She gasped again then turned around, threw her set of Evan's
keys on the counter and ran out, the front door banging loudly shut behind
her.  They were screwed.