Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2004 23:14:47 -0400 From: Lady Lovely <taffash@rogers.com> Subject: Perfect: Chapter 1 This Story contains homosexual themes. If you are offended by such topics or not of legal age to read such stories, please read no further. Since your not gone, then I guess you should know this story is not about quick sex but one of finding that special some one. All the characters in the story are fictitious, any resemblance to actual individuals are purely coincidental. Comments are welcome at TaffAsh@rogers.com. This is my first attemptwriting so please be gentle Perfect By: Ladylovely ~Chapter 1~ 12 years later... Conner McNeil woke up in a shitty mood. His neighbor, the party man of the apartment building, had kept him awake till 4 A.M with the boisterous noise of alcohol filled people and deafening music. If there were any doubt in his mind that the walls separating the apartments were thin, that was quickly erased from his tired psyche as of last night. After 9 grueling hours of slaving away at his Psychology paper, he had been in need of some serious sleep but that hadn't happened last night. If he had known about the neighbor before he had moved in he would have run, not walked back to his much too cramp single dorm room at UofT (University of Toronto), where at least it was quiet. But Nooo, he had to have space to breath, and look what it got him, sleep deprivation and a pounding headache He woke to the insistent beeping of the alarm clock. Groaning with disgust he rolled over and turned the annoying thing off. The red numbers shining at him made him blink, and look again. It was 8:20am, later than he usually woke up for his 9:00am class. The alarm must have been going off for an hour, unnoticed by him. Anger filled him when he realized he had only gotten 2 hours of sleep. Grumbling to himself, he got out of bed, stumbling as he went to bathroom to relieve his bladder. "Damn it, Damn it, Damn it," he muttered as he hopped into the cold shower, hoping it would awaken his weary body. A minute later he jumped out again, feeling marginally awake, brushed his teeth and threw on some clothes, jeans and t-shirt, his basic attire for every occasion. Grabbing his bag and paper he headed out the door, 8:45, he could get there on time if he hurried. His long legs made quick work of the space between him and his silver Chevy 4x4. Good thing he only lived 5 minutes away from campus, or he'd be toast. Connor walked through the winding hallways with gray concrete covered walls. Arriving near the ARC, or the theater, as he like to call it because of its 300 seats, he noticed today again there were tons of students lined up in order to go inside. "Great," He thought to himself. "I'll never find a good seat now." As soon as 9am hit the pushing began. People wanting get in and out of the same space. Connor began shuffling inside, squeezing between shoulders and elbows. Just when he thought he made it through without incident, a bag came out of nowhere smacking him hard on the shoulder. On reflex he dropped his precious paper, worth 30% of his grade, on the ground. "Oh, Hell!" he said in disgust, as someone walked over his paper. "Fuck." Bending down, he grabbed it, shoving back another mindless student that was going to step on his fingers. There was a large footprint on it, other than that it ok. Handing in his paper to his T.A. had not been fun. She looked down at it, raised those condescending eyebrows at him, and then turned back to the other students. Connor had felt lower than gum on a shoe, but said nothing and left before lecture, not being able to stand the idea of 3 hours of sitting in uncomfortable seats listening to professor babbling. He usually liked class but not today, today he just wanted to return home and sleep. Upon arriving at home, Connor was greeted with sounds of groaning and a headboard slamming against the wall. His neighbor of course had decided to have a little morning fun. A least some one was enjoying sex, lord knows he hadn't had any since... well every. Not wanting to dwell on his pathetic love life Connor grabbed his jacket and left his apartment once again. Deciding he wasn't going to get rest here, maybe Hunter would let him crash on his couch. Hunter and he had been best friends since his first day of school in Toronto at age 8, after he and his Dad had moved from Ohio. They had been seated together in class, and from the moment they both realized they both loved X-Men comics, they had been inseparable. As he drove up to the chick 8 story condo surrounded by trees, and perfectly groomed flowers, Connor began to realize that maybe, he should had said "yes" when his father offered to buy him one last year. Being stubborn Connor had said "No", not wanting his father to spend money on a place he wouldn't be staying in for too long, not they couldn't afford it. Connor's father owned a multi-million dollar chain of hotels called The Royale, and has moved on to the building Condo's and office buildings. Parking his car in the guest-parking slot, he then headed towards the door. "Hello Mr. McNeil, good to see you again," the doorman welcomed. "You too," Connor replied smiling. "Is Mr. Donovan in?" "Yes he is, go right in," He answered while opening the door. "Thanks," Connor said politely. Even the instead of the evaluator was pretty nice. White marble surrounded the huge space, and a bench covered in chocolate brown leather was fitted against the wall for riders to enjoy. Stopping at Hunter's floor, Connor rang the unit from the small in the evaluator wall. "Yeah, who's there?" Came a surly voice. "It's me," Connor replied. The evaluator door opened revealing a grouchy 5'7 man dressed in nothing but a very small, barely there, pair of red briefs. "What are you doing here at this un-Godly hour?" Hunter growled. "It's only 10am," He answered smiling because his friend never woke before 12 pm if he could help it. "If you would go to sleep at night, instead of the club, maybe you wouldn't be so tired." "That still doesn't explain, you on my doorstep," Hunter retorted. "And Honey, last night was worth every minute." "That asshole next door had another party, and I need sleep bad," Rubbing his eyes, Connor tried to stay awake. Pulling him close Hunter hugged him. "Jesus, Sweetie you really have to move out of that God-forsaking place." He couldn't help but grin as helooked down at his friend's frustrated face. Hunter had a face that could have belonged to a girl, perfect peaches and cream skin, pouty pink lips, wavy blond hair, and dimples that he flashed to get his way. He also had these crystal blue eyes, surrounded by the longest lashes Connor had ever seen. He glimpsed eyeliner still left on his friend's lids that must have been from last night. Hunter was gay, flamboyantly so, they had found out about their love for the same sex together. At the ripe age of 12, they had stolen a porn magazine from the corner store only to be disappointed that they didn't get any thrill from looking at naked women. The whole thing had been pretty boring, until they turned the page to find a naked man standing with a girl bent down in front of him sucking him off. Connor's penis had been erect in 2 seconds flat. Looking at each other they had marveled at the lumps in their shorts as they stared at their 6ft God. Realizing what it might, Connor had promptly ran home and cried for hours in his bed, until his dad found him and coerced him into talking. You see Connor had heard some of the guys talking about being gay, and how a lot of parents threw there kids out for it and he was afraid he'd have to leave too. Connor's dad however had laughed and told him that he himself was bi-sexual, so he had no problems with his son being gay. So that was his coming out. "There is a condo on the 4th floor for sale, why don't you buy that?" Hunter asked, breaking Connor out of his revelry. "Yeah maybe, but I would want to move in right away, I don't know how much longer I can stay where I'm at right now." Connor said while yawning. "The guy moved out last week, condo's probably empty now." Hunter replied. "Could you talk to the owner for me, while I sleep?" Dropping onto the couch, Connor instantly began to drift. "No problem sweetie." Hunter answered. Then everything went black. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The move into the new condo had been hard for Connor. He always found it tough to get adjusted to a new space. It made him think about memories, bad memories of what happened in the aftermath of their move to Canada. The condo had 3 spacious bedrooms, with a huge living, a dining room (he was going to turn into a billiards room), 2 bathrooms and a loft area upstairs that was the master suit. It was too much space for one person but since it was the only one available, he had bought anyway. The only thing wrong with it was the color. It was white, not a nice white but a stark white that reminded him of an institution. The painter was supposed to come in the morning, in order to pick out colors. The first night in his new home was the first full night of sleep; Connor had gotten in quit awhile. The only downside was instead of waking leisurely and at his own pace, he was wakened by the singsong noise of the doorbell. Opening one groggy eye, Connor looked the clock, 11:15am. Since the painter was supposed to be there at 12pm, it must be Hunter. This was his payback for last weeks early morning wake up. The doorbell continued it's chiming. Mumbling Connor rolled out of bed, not bothering to put anything over his tight black briefs. He rolled his eyes when the doorbell rang again, twice. So he was irritated was he? Well, he could tell him a thing or two about irritation. He stabbed the evaluator button, opening the doors. "Dammit Hunter...OH" It wasn't Hunter. There in the open doors, looking down at his clipboard stood a 6'3 Greek God. He had the lanky build of a swimmer but with much more muscle. His hair was blue-black, and he kept it tied back. It was long, so long the black strands ended at the curve of his butt. His hands were big and lean, with fingers that were callused from hard labor. He was skin was golden, whether natural or a tan, it was beautiful. He wore slightly baggy cargo pants, with a fitted t-shirt that just hinted at his physic. "Is this the McNeil residents?" the man growled. "Y-es," Connor squeaked. Connor tried to keep from blushing as he noticed his cock was hard just from looking at this man. "I'm with Mosaic Paints, we have appointment." He said, still looking down at his clipboard as if to confirm the appointment. "Isn't it for 12pm?" Connor asked hesitantly. He finally looked up, eyebrows raised in question. He face was beautiful in a masculine way. High cheekbones, a square jaw, lush peach-colored lips that was now twisted sarcastically. His eyes were green. Jade green eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. Connor froze. Oh My God He blinked, trying to tell himself he was dreaming, but he wasn't. "Gabriel?" "Hello, Connor." Gabriel said calmly. "What are you doing here?" Connor whispered To be continued... I hope you liked what I have written so far, comments are welcome, I'll write again soon.