Date: Sun, 7 Jul 2002 23:53:09 +0800
From: Jasper <jasperjeff@mac.com>
Subject: Imperfect Boyfriend (gay/celebrity/boy-bands)

WARNING:
This story contains graphical descriptions of homosexuality between
consenting adult males. If this is not your desire to read such kind of
articles, or you are not of consenting age in wherever you are residing,
please do not continue.

DISCLAIMER:
This story is written completely based on fantasies. The author does not
know, or own, the celebrities, establishments, cities or countries
mentioned in the story, hence has no knowledge on the sexuality of the
celebrities mentioned. It is of pure coincidence if the story should
resemble any real life experience of any individual.

Classification: RPS AU
Catergory: Drama
Part: 1/1, sequel to "Perfect Neighbor"
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jeff/Drew
Copyright: 2002 Jasper Jeff
Author Notes: Do you know how Jeff thinks of Drew? "He's actually a real
cool guy, real talented guy, and he's a good dancer too...and he's damn
cute...look at him." Slashy, huh?
Summary: They have a perfect beginning. Would it end perfectly?

Imperfect Boyfriend

"What do you see in me?"

"I like the way you wear your glasses. I like the way you blush when I
catch you staring at me. And I like the way you smile silly at me."

"That's... nice. You like me for all the things I dislike myself for."

"I find that charming. So, what do you see in me?"

"It's in your eyes and in your smiles. I lost myself in them."

"And my body?"

"It's hot, very appealing. But there's more to that about you."

"You mean it?"

"Of course. I lust over hot guys but I don't date someone simply for
their physical attractiveness."

"Thanks... Everyone wants nothing from me but sex. I like you and I'm
afraid you feel that way too. I'm afraid you won't respect me after what
I've done."

"Silly you."

"I came onto you! I'm afraid that you'll think of me as some kinda
slut..."

"I consider that an honor to have you want me."

                    ________________________________________

Everyone who knew me, including myself, believed it was somewhat of a
miracle for me to even graduate high school. I wasn't dumb - maybe a
little on the slow side but I wasn't all that stupid. I was just not as
bright as I would like to be. It was like looking for my missing
intelligence, I always fell for those intelligent-looking shorter guys
with glasses. There was something about those glasses and their cute
smaller size that attracted me.

When I first saw Drew the morning after he moved into our apartment
building, I had an immediate crush on him. Probably it was the way he
wore his rimless glasses, or it was how he blushed when I caught him
staring at my chest. With the others, I knew for sure that they only
wanted to have sex with me. But with Drew, I was hoping he would want
more than just one-night stands. He was exactly the type of man I liked.
And comparing to other nerdy brainy guys, he was un-fucking-believably
good-looking. I tried hard to think of something nice to say hoping to
start a conversation. But my wits never worked when I was desperate.

And nobody would have the least idea how antsy I got when Drew showed up
in his form-fitting outfit with his friends that night at the club. I
wanted this guy like no one else before. Sure he looked like the geeky
type of guys I've always fancied, topping with a super pretty face. But I
had no idea what a tight sexy build he had been hiding with the baggy
clothes he was always wearing. The sight of him there was screaming HOT,
HOT, HOT in my head.

Others might not agree, but I was sure Drew was MY wet dream came true.

I had to have him.

So I just threw all the rules behind my back. Heck, I could work for
another club if they fired me for seducing and giving a blowjob to a
customer there in the club. I DIDN'T FUCKING CARE.

The excitement of having seduced Drew and the thought of him watching me
dancing, made my show that night the best in my career. When I noticed
him staring with full attention, Jeff junior almost popped out of the
thong I had on. I would have been the talking point of the century by
coming while performing on the stage, had Drew been staring any harder at
me.

That night turned out to be a memorable one of my life when Drew asked me
to join him for a cup of coffee and agreed to go on a date with me. Of
course that was after our mutual confession of fondness in the other.

Nothing could be more perfect.

                    ________________________________________

Nothing could be perfect.

Since the night from the club, Drew and I had been going out steadily for
around four months already. However, things were not going exactly how we
expected.

Drew worked during the day while I worked at night. On a slow night, I
would be home around one. By then, he would be asleep already. Since I
was only working four nights a week, he always tried to make himself
available for me whenever I was off. But his work and his friends didn't
always agree with him.

I tried to change my working schedule for Drew. On a night when I knew he
wouldn't be free, I would try to work in the club so that I could have
some other nights off. The boss wasn't too happy about this and decided
to announce to all the staff that we were to follow a strict schedule.
That meant no alternating whenever we felt like so.

Drew said it was fine because we would still have the weekends to enjoy
each other's company.

                    ________________________________________

Books had always been an alien thing to me.

When I first got to visit Drew's apartment, his collection of books had
me gasping in awe. I could tell he was a intellectual type of guy from
the way he wore his glasses. Never would I have guessed he liked books
that much. There were lots of books on his shelves with names that I
couldn't pronounce. My respect for him grew exponentially. Damn! I didn't
even know what 'exponential' mean. I just heard it from some others that
it meant huge or something.

Drew lent a Shelock Holmes novel to me. I borrowed a dictionary from him.
But there were still lots of places that I didn't understand. Drew would
sit down and go through the chapters with me, explaining wherever I had
problems with. Reading with Drew was my favorite time with him. I could
feel his sole attention on me. And he was patient with me, nothing like
the guys I used to meet.

Usually, guys would be all over me when they first got to know me. I was
used to compliments about how great I danced, how hot I looked, how much
I was turning them on and how great my fucking was. However, after a few
shags, they grew tired of me. They wouldn't want to spend time explaining
to me about things that I couldn't quite catch the meanings of. To them,
I was just another dumb muscle jock with a pretty face who fucked them to
more mind-blowing orgasms.

Drew was different. He didn't hide his attraction towards my body, but he
respected me. To him, I was his equal, and I wasn't just a guy who fucked
well. Sure we had sex - great sex - but he never took me for granted. I
could feel him wanting the intimacy more than merely sex. This simple
fact took the whole sex thing to another level. It was love.

That was something new to me.

                    ________________________________________

Drew's friends were shocked when he first brought me to their dinner
gathering. I recognized all of them from the club. Drew had to literally
pick up their dislocated jaws from the floor when we showed up with my
arm around his waist.

They got over their initial shock and soon was flooding me with questions
about the life as a stripper. This was common. Drew was smiling. He
thought his friends liked his new boyfriend. I was glad that I wasn't
causing Drew troubles with his friends.

A few more times of dinner gatherings, I became invisible at the table.
Denis and Ted didn't talk to me much but Josh was the worst. He wouldn't
reckon my presence at all. Probably they knew by then that I wasn't an
interesting guy to have a decent conversation with. I didn't care as long
as Drew wasn't bored with me.

Then it happened one weekend when Josh came over to visit. Drew were
going over "The Hound of the Baskervilles" with me when Josh knocked.

Drew went into the kitchen to get some coffee leaving Josh and me in the
living room.

"I know about your deal," Josh said all of a sudden.

"My deal?"

"Don't play dumb. What exactly do you want from Drew? He's not that rich
if you want his money?"

"Why would I want his money?" I was surprised.

"You're a god-damn fucking slutty stripper. You can't be serious about a
relation with Drew." Josh was keeping his voice low. "I don't want you to
hurt him. He's my friend and you'd better move on before you break his
heart when you dump him for some rich old men."

Drew came back with the coffee. I remained silent till Josh left and then
I excused myself from Drew's apartment saying I was tired.

I realized that even though Drew treated me as equal, I still was the
cheap stripper that people despised. Josh thought so, and maybe the
others too. I didn't want Drew to be looked down on with contempt because
he was with me.

I had to leave Drew.

                    ________________________________________

It had been a week. I was staying over in a co-worker's apartment. The
couch wasn't all that comfortable but I believed it would do the trick
until I found a new apartment.

I went home during the day when I was sure Drew would be at work. He
called several time and left messages on my machine. He even wrote notes
and slipped them through below my door.

"Jeff, call me back please. I miss you."

"Jeff, please, call me. I don't care what Josh has said. I love you. Call
me, please."

"I'm killing Josh for that stupid shit he said to you. Please, call me. I
miss you. I need you."

"Damn it, Jeff! Where're you? You can't just walk out of my life like
that. I thought you wanted a relationship. Why can't we just forget about
the others and just be ourselves? I love you. Please don't do this to
me..."

I loved Drew. But I was not the one for him. He deserved someone better
than me - someone intelligent with a respectable job like he did. Someone
that his friends would respect. Someone who wasn't a cheap dumb fuck like
me.

Drew would live a better life without me.

                    ________________________________________

It was two in the morning when I left the club. It was early in the
Saturday morning of the second week I started hiding from Drew.

I could run but I couldn't hide anymore. Drew was outside of the club
leaning against his car.

Even with the distance between us, I could see Drew clearly. He had lost
weight. His eyes were red with heavy eye bags. His hair was messy and
stubble ran wild on his handsome face.

I walked towards Drew. I knew I made Drew sad. I hated myself for doing
that to him. I hate myself for not being good enough for him.

"I came by last night and your colleague said you would be working
tonight." Drew's voice was coarse. Probably he had been crying.

I didn't know what to say. All I wanted that moment was to bring him in
my arms and kiss him and ask him to forgive me. I wanted so badly to tell
him that I was sorry for what I had done and that I did love him more
than anything. Instead, I just stood there in front of him, motionless.

"Come on, let me take you home and we can start over again."

"I don't worth your love. I'm not good enough for you. You should be with
someone better."

"I don't see things like the others do. I love you. You're the perfect
man for me."

"I ain't perfect. You'll grow tired of me one day and you'll be..."

"I'm not perfect neither. Can't you realize that there's nobody else I
want but you? Can't you, for one minute, stop thinking about the others
and feel how much my heart aches without you?"

Sure I could feel his pain. I felt it myself.

"I..."

"If you want to be good enough for me, just come home with me. As long as
you're there with me, you're my perfect boyfriend."

I didn't say anything. There was no need for another word. I took him in
my arms and kissed him on the lips.

"I love you, Drew. Let's go home."

          ____________________________________________________________

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