Date: Mon, 12 May 2008 03:17:30 -0500
From: Dylan <dylan49@gmail.com>
Subject: Running Away Chapter 8

Hi everybody!

My name is Jonny, some of you may have read some of the stories written by
my twin, Dylan, but this particular story is my first attempt at
writting. I would love to hear some opinions, just send them to my brother
at Dylan49@gmail.com as we share the account.

Running Away - Chapter Eight

	The car ride to the tennis courts was a loud, and seemingly endless
one for two of the four passengers. As Marco blathered on about how he and
Oliver were going to become the best of friends, Jason prodded Jesse about
the tiny details of his budding romance. Every few feet, Oliver would flash
a dispairing look at Jesse through one of the mirrors, only to receive a
nod, and a look that failed to assure him the ride was almost over. "I
think that I want Oliver my team!" Marco blurted out, casualing throwing
his arm around the boy's neck and giving him a small hug. "Yeah! and Jess
can be on my team!" Jason smiled and gave Jesse a wink. "Wha-" Jesse wanted
to ask, but stopped as the car suddenly swung into a parking spot. "We're
here!" Jason and Marco hurried out of the car, rushing to the trunk to get
their gear. Meanwhile, Jesse turned to Oliver in the car and gave his cheek
a loving stroke, only to realize again, that he may have rushed another
part of his relationship. "Uh... well we're here, we can play, or.... if
you don't want to we-" "No, I want to play" Oliver said, and he slowly got
out of the car.  "Let's go Oliverrrr!" Marco called, extending his "r's"
till they rang across the parking lot. Together, the two walked towards the
courts, taking care not to lead their two observers to any more questions
or teasing. Oliver felt the warm sun against his skin, and felt energized,
oh how he had missed this feeling. He had missed running across the soccer
field near his house, and just laying outside near the pool in his
backyard.
	"Let's go!" Marco yelled at the top of his voice, and served the
ball. The match went on, each side skillfully serving and defending their
games. It was clear however, that Oliver was a sort of adonis. Jesse spent
the greater portion of the time watching the slender form run its way back
and forth. In tennis, Oliver had found salvation, those few hours that the
four played, he had felt himself burst with confidence that he had lost
since the night he left his house. No longer did he feel awkward and out of
place, but a feeling of bravery overflowed, washing over his body. "Break!"
Marco called, panting and dropping into the shaded region of the
court. "You really know how to play." He said, still breathless. "Thanks"
Oliver said, wiping a little bit sweat off his brow.  "Yo, guys! Can we use
this court now?" An older man appeared on the court, holding a racket and a
basket of balls.  "Uh... sure, we're just gonna rest here for a bit" Jason
called. "So! What now?" Jesse asked, not giving Jason or Marco a chance to
ask any more questions. "Well, I suppose we could go eat." Marco
offered. "Or we could go home."  Jesse eagerly added. "What about you
Olive?" Jason asked, patting Oliver on the back. "Well, I.. don't know"
Oliver replied, standing up and turning towards his water bottle on the
nearby bench. He sprayed a little onto his hands and smoothed the water
over his arms and his face, making them glisten as the sun hit him. "I
think we should go eat!" Jason said, and quickly jumped towards the care
before anyone could object. "Why do you two have to do this?"  Jesse
whispered to Marco as they walked across the parking lot. "Do what? We're
just... trying to get to know the latest addition to your life." Marco
smiled and ran beside Oliver. "So! Oliver, what's up?" Marco quickly added
"You like our little Jesse over there?" He nodded to Jesse, who was at the
time, trying to cool off by flapping his shirt. "Uh..." Oliver hadn't
really thought how he felt, only that he was very... familiar with
Jesse. "Guys, I want to go home. I'm too beat to eat." Jesse gave Oliver a
quick but silent 'Please agree with me' look. "Uh, yeah I'm not that
hungry." Oliver chimed in. "Fine" Jason and Marco answer in unison, both
slightly disappointed they couldn't tease the lovers.
	"Geez, sorry about that." Jesse sighed as he and Oliver returned to
his home. "They're just very..." He really didn't know what to say at that
point. "Friendly?" Oliver finished, he was pulling at his shirt, the sweat
from the tennis workout made him feel all sticky. Jesse could only stare as
Oliver kept pinching and pulling at his shirt, occasionally revealing his
cute abs when he pinched far out. "Wha-" Oliver was about to start, but was
soon silenced as Jesse spurred forth and kissed him. His eyes widened as he
was alarmed at first, but soon they drifted shut and accepted the soft
warmth that was traveling down his being. "I-uh-I-I have to take a shower"
Oliver said, averting his eyes and quickly backing into the
bedroom. 'Again!?' Jesse whined to himself. 'God why!?' Part of him wanted
Oliver to just kiss him again, the other half didn't really know what to do
or what to say if he did.
	Meanwhile, behind the closed door of the bathroom, Oliver found
himself in the shower, leaning against the wet and slick marble wall. He
could only lean there, letting the cooling water hit his naked body and
slide down, outlining his petite figure. "What just happened?" He asked
himself, not really sure what he should reply.
	Unfortunately for Oliver, he couldn't stay in the shower forever,
and after what could possibly have been the longest shower in his entire
life, he got out, only to realize he didn't have any clothes other than the
ones he had just thrown off. He cursed himself lightly and thought about
what to do, eventually resolving to sneak out to the bedroom, and find his
old clothes. He peaked outside, no one. With just a towel wrapped around
him, he walked out into the bedroom, and found on the bed, a set of clothes
waiting for him, a simple sticky note put on the pile. "Just thought you'd
need something to wear. ~J" was all it said. He put on the t-shirt, and the
soft pajama pants. They fit him just right, and felt so comfortable. He
remembered the saleslady at the store saying that these clothes were for
the "utmost comfort." The pants seemed a little loose for him, but a quick
tie with the drawstring around his waist soom remedied that. After checking
the mirror to make sure that he was decent, Oliver walked out into the
living room, only to find the maid that cleaned in the afternoons. "Jesse
has gone out dear, would you like me to make you some snacks?" The woman
said in a blatantly english accent. "Um... yes please." Oliver smiled
awkwardly and seated himself on at the kitchen's counter. "Such a polite
boy." The maid petted him on the head, messing his slightly damp hair. "You
know, Jesse seems to have taken a liking to you." She abruptly added as she
put in front of him a plate of cheese, crackers and all sortfs of strange
biscuits Oliver had never seen before. She gently brushed away the few
locks of hair that were dangling over Oliver's eyes. "O-Oh?" He stuttered,
slightly blushing. "What makes you say that?" He quickly stuffed the
largest biscuit into his mouth, making sure to chew it slowly. "Well, as I
got in, and he was leaving, he said to make you at tome, saying "No matter
what." Well deary, the last time he said that was for his old boyfriend.
Hoho" She chortled and again gave Oliver a loving pat on the head. "L-last
boyfriend?" He said, his mouth still full with the remnants of the biscuit.
"Oh yes, he was an annoying sort of person, always complaining, always
demanding that Jesse buy him this, or buy him that. Personally I'm glad
he's gone. Though it has been a few years since Jesse's had another
boyfriend, especially one like you." She finished with another smiled and
set about her duties, leaving Oliver to sit and think about what she just
said.

_-_-_-_End Chapter Eight_-_-_-_

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