Date: Fri, 18 May 2007 14:44:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian G. <synful_romance@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: The Gyllenhaal Encounter - Part Twenty-Two

Disclaimer: I do not know or claim to know Jake Gyllenhaal and I don't
mean to imply to know any knowledge of his personal life or sexual
preferences. This is a work of FICTION and nothing more. If you're under
18 or don't like to read fan-fictions about same sex romances then DO NOT
read this story. For everyone else, sit back and enjoy.
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Randy walked around his apartment with nothing to do. He was bored and
still trying to figure out what he was going to do about Christian's
infidelity. He was bothered by the Polaroid photo in his back pocket but
still he couldn't manage to keep his eyes off of it. He would lie in bed
in the morning and hold the picture in front of his face so he could gaze
up at the two faces shamefully smiling to each other, even sharing a
special kiss on the tips of their lips. He had had enough. Randy took his
keys from the kitchen hook near the light switch and rushed out, locking
the door behind him with powerful force. He stormed down the walkway and
into the street where he was met by the neighborhood kids all playing in
their yards. It was a beautiful sight of innocence in front of his eyes.
But still, Randy couldn't help but wonder how those children would grow
up to be. They'd get older, get a girlfriend or boyfriend, have sex, get
married, have their own children, start an affair, and get divorced. No
matter what future he imagined for each of the kids, he would always go
back to them getting into a scandalous affair and end up divorcing their
spouse. The fact that Randy was being treated like one of the kids in his
fantasy was probably why he felt so much resentment towards love.
Randy walked until his legs were ready to give out. By this time, he had
reached the guts of the city where nightlife thrived strongly. The
fluorescent lights of each building lining the street acted as calling
cards to cheap booze and easy hookups. Luckily, just as Randy was about
to head back home, he was stopped by a man standing at the door of a
tightly packed bar. Randy could see the man's lips moving but he
couldn't hear what the man was yelling at him due to the overwhelming
music coming from inside. The man waved Randy over and said, "Free beer
if you come in right now. Take this ticket to the bar and trade it in for
your free drink and every drink after that is half off only tonight."
Randy took the man's offer and walked into the bar only to hear the man
repeat his slogan to a pair on the sidewalk. He wasn't sure if the small
piece of paper was actually worth a free beer but even if it wasn't,
Randy was still up to buy a beer for himself, thinking it would get his
mind off his personal life.
The bar was dimly lit with small, red fluorescent lights hanging from the
ceiling and occasional wall fixtures glowing. The jukebox on the far back
wall was getting a good use out of it thanks to the small group of people
dancing on the tiny dance floor. The seats and booths were all mostly
taken up by men and their dates but Randy managed to catch a couple
gather their things and walk away from a booth near one of the corners of
the room. He sat down on the green vinyl seat and let his feet rest for a
change. It wasn't long before I short pretty waitress dressed in black
from head to toe came over to take his drink order. Randy flashed the
ticket he had gotten at the door and handed it over. The small woman took
it and tucked it deep in her apron pockets then went off to fetch the
free beer. The ticket was actually legit but still, once the woman
returned, Randy asked to buy another beer, taking advantage of the half
off rates.
An hour passed and then two. Before you knew it, Randy was sitting by
himself but no one would've guessed since the mound of empty beer
bottles on the table made it look like his guests were all in the rest
room, leaving him alone with trash. Surprisingly, as Randy wallowed in
his misery and continued to feel sorry for himself, a man from across the
came over to help out.
"Hi," the man said first, smiling from ear to ear while he leaned on
the booth seat with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a beer
bottle, his hip jilted outward casually. "Can I sit down?"
"No," Randy snapped back. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, let
alone a stranger. He just wanted to be left alone with his miserable
thoughts.
"Please? I noticed you come in and saw you were all alone. I thought you
could use some company." The man continued.
"I don't need anyone."
"By the way you're clenching on to that bottle it seems to me like you
could use someone to talk to. My name's Dave." Dave extended his hand
out towards Randy but Randy just ignored him. He turned around and was
about to leave when he heard, "I'm Randy." Dave turned back and saw
the sorry man looking back at him with drunken eyes.
"Nice to meet you," Dave said, taking a seat behind the circular table.
"So, do you come here a lot?"
Randy stayed quiet.
"Okay^ÅHow old are you?"
Silence.
Randy sat there with his hands wrapped around the beer and his head
hanging low. He looked like the hunch back of Notre dame if he had been
out al night and filled with alcohol. Kind of pathetic, if that was even
possible.
"What's bothering you?" Dave asked one last time. "Is it a woman? You
get into an argument with the misses or something?"
"I'm gay." Randy blurt out suddenly. It was the only piece of
information he was willing to give out. "I don't have a woman." He
slurred.
"Oh, I see," Dave sat back. "Well, you and your^Åother half going
through some trouble? I mean, no one comes to get as drunk as you unless
they're going through some bad shit."
"I'm not drunk." Randy cut in.
Dave looked at the dozen of empty beer bottles on the table but didn't
want to get into it any more. "Sure you're not," he said. "I
understand if you don't want to talk about it."
"He was fucking someone else behind my back," once again, Randy blurt
out information that wasn't questioned before.
"Ouch. I'm sorry, I know how that goes. A while back I had that happen
to me. It's a bitch man, but it'll pass. Once you start to feel better
about yourself, you'll be able to handle this other guy."
Randy reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet then picked
out the small picture tucked in between the dollar bills. He let the
picture fall onto the table and Dave gently took it in his fingers.
"This him?" He asked.
Randy nod his head like if it weighed too much to carry.
"Which one's yours?"
"The one that looks like a liar."
"They both have that untrustworthy grin on their faces."
Randy smirked and took the picture back to gaze down at it one more time.
"You know what'll make you feel better?" Dave asked, leaning in closer
to Randy. "Revenge. Getting even."
Randy slowly looked over at Dave's grinning face and looked back at the
picture. He knew Dave was right and even though going down to
Christian's level was something he had thought about going against in
the past, he decided to go for it and agreed.
Dave saw his opportunity and reached his hand down in between Randy's
legs to rub his palms against is inner thighs. Randy, still holding onto
the small picture, smiled to himself and opened his legs a little wider.
Dave's fingers squeezed tightly as they moved up higher and higher until
his hand cupped Randy's groin. Dave looked at Randy and saw he wasn't
trying to fight him off so, after turning to see if anyone was looking at
them from afar, Dave took Randy by the hand and walked him out of the bar
after paying the tab with his own money. The two walked to Dave's car
and got inside, Randy was too shit faced to take caution and Dave saw
that as an opportunity to get what he wanted.
The house was dark and simple. There was nothing special about this house
that made it stand out from the rest except for the small area near the
walls where long, red and yellow roses grew from the ground. Dave got out
of the car and turned the engine off before going around to Randy and
waking him up from the drunken sleep. Randy stumbled out from the cars
insides and walked up to the house steps with Dave by his side. They
poured themselves into the house's dark inside and went directly into
the living room when Dave turned on the lights of the room. Randy let
himself fall onto the couch while Dave walked around the room, making
sure things were just right, and finally approaching Randy with intent in
his eyes. Dave began to lay small kisses on Randy's neck and rubbing his
groin through the thin layer of jean fabric. Randy stirred a bit in his
seat from the sensation he was getting but didn't react as much as when
he was sober. Although he was completely aware that this man was not
Christian, he didn't fight what was about to go on. He was pissed at
Christian and thought he needed to sleep with this man in order to make
himself feel better. Christian had gone on far too long with this secret
and Randy felt it was time for him to carry his own secret to make things
leveled.
Dave undid Randy's pants and, now that they were both naked from the
waist down, Dave climbed on top of Randy only to lower himself onto
Randy's waiting cock. Randy threw his head back and moaned deeply while
feeling his dick being engulfed by the strangers' tight asshole.
"Get in there," Dave groaned. "All the way."
Randy continued moaning while wrapping his fingers around Dave's
bouncing cock. Together, they filled the room with manly roars and moans
as they made love on the couch. Randy opened his eyes and looked at the
distorted figure bouncing in front of him and felt an urge to devour him
whole. He pressed his mouth against Dave's nipple in time to suck and
lick on the small nub. Dave, enraged with lust, took Randy's hair from
the back of his head in his fingers and pulled down to make Randy look up
at him. They kissed for the first time and slid their tongues together,
their saliva mixing, each of them tasting the alcohol in each other's
mouths. Randy got what he wanted. He had his own secret now and,
strangely, it felt good, it felt empowering. Now, in his head, he was
even with Christian and by this point he could care less how bad
Christian would feel if he ever found out about this scene. Hell, he
wanted to tell Christian himself, he wanted to take pictures of this
occasion and send them to New Jersey, or even better, he wanted to video
tape the encounter and show him firsthand that he could be just as
secretive with his own life as Christian was.
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Christian sat in front of his laptop while sitting at his mothers kitchen
table all by himself. His fingers pushed down the keys of the keyboard
rapidly as he spelled out an email to his guy back home.
"Everything's going pretty great. My dad and me got a chance to talk
the day before the wedding and we've gotten past what happened in the
past," Christian typed. "I'm glad we got this chance together. And
I'm even starting to warm up to the idea of a step-mom. So far,
everything's going exactly the opposite of what I originally thought."
Before he knew it, it was nearly time for Christian to get to bed seeing
as his mom had already hit the sack two hours earlier. Christian signed
out of his email and closed the laptop.

The sun rose high over the toxic city, illuminating everything in it's
path. Christian felt the sting of the bright light as it made it's way
in through the open window above his pillow. For an instant, Christian
didn't recognize where he was but after noticing the small picture
frames of him on a family trip years back, he instantly realized he was
in his childhood home. There was a sense of happiness that ran over
Christian as he kicked off the thin blankets wrapped around his tired
body. The last day of his stay in Jersey was quickly approaching, with
only one day left, Christian wanted to see and do everything he hadn't
had a chance to. Starting with his sister Liz. When he and his mother
tried to bring up that subject, his mom would shy away and make herself
busy with something else. It wasn't until his older sister Jen visited
that he realized why their mother coward at Liz' name.
Jen explained the reason as "a family emergency." It turns out, right
after Christian left home for Los Angeles, Liz also took charge of her
life and decided to rebel against her family. It started out like every
other teenager. First the punk-rock music turned exceedingly high then
came the depression and black nail polish. It was something Christian was
too familiar with seeing as he went through that exact faze when he was
her age. But, once Liz started to develop, the boys started to come in
and out of the house. Liz had started sleeping with most of her
boyfriends and was even in fights at school because one of her classmates
accused her of stealing her boyfriend. Liz did manage to settle down with
a 20 year old who was seen frequenting her high school every Friday. The
two fell into a "romantic" relationship and soon, Liz was beginning to
have the illusion that Brett, her new boyfriend, were going to move out
to New York and get married. Liz was only seventeen at the time. Against
her family's wishes, Liz left her mom's house and, as planned, moved to
New York with Brett only to star in a disastrous relationship with the
man of her dreams. Word got back to Jersey and soon, an intervention was
being held in Liz' honor. Still, Liz refused to go along with her
family. She argued, "We love each other. I would die if I ever left
him." Too bad Brett didn't feel the same.
A year later, Liz was pregnant with Brett's baby and Brett was
completely out of the picture. He had moved onto another seventeen year
old from a nearby high school. Liz was left alone to raise a baby in the
seedy New York neighborhood. They continue begging but Liz is too
stubborn to admit her fault and they haven't spoken since. Just as it
seemed that Liz was out of the picture, the phone rang on that Saturday
evening.
"Hello?" Christian answered as he always did, expecting his aunt's
voice to ask for his mom but instead a fragile, broken tone sounded
softly over the receiver.
"Christian^Åhi," the woman said.
"Who's this?"
"I knew you wouldn't recognize me. It's Liz."
Christian's heart sank and his head spun, replying, "Liz?"
"Uh huh. How're you?"
"Good. You?" Christian looked around the room, making sure no one was
around to hear his conversation.
"Same. How was the wedding?"
"Excellent. Why didn't you come? I was surprised when I didn't see you
and I recently heard about your situation and New York."
"Yeah, I wasn't invited." Liz took her mouth away from the phone to
warn the little girl sitting nearby. Christian felt a cold chill roll
over his entire body when he heard the little winy voice. It was his
niece crying out for attention and, even though he wanted to meet the
little girl, he couldn't. Christian wanted to crawl through the phone
and come out the other side in hopes of laying eyes on his sisters child
but that was impossible.
Well, I wanna see you now. I'll call a cab and go to New York to see
you."
"No, don't." Liz argued. "This place is a mess. They're dirty
diapers everywhere."
"Then later on tonight we can have dinner before I leave tomorrow
morning. I'll pay and everything." Christian begged but still his
sister wouldn't budge. "We can talk and^Å"
"I gotta go. Delilah won't settle down, I think she needs to nap. It
was nice talking to you again."
"Liz, wait!" Before Christian knew it, the line went dead. He cried
Liz' name into the receiver as if she was still able to hear his calls
but when the dial tone set in, he slowly placed the phone down on its
base. His heart began to run at it's normal pace and his face cooled as
he thought about Liz some more. It was strange to go through that when
it's one of your family members. It was as if she wasn't his sister but
a friend who he hadn't seen since Elementary school. She seemed and felt
so distant and there was no brining her back.
Just then, Jen walked in from the outdoors and saw Christian standing by
the phone, his face looked as If he was in the middle of a breakthrough.
"Hey." She said. I heard the phone, who was it?"
"Um^Å" Christian swallowed hard and turned to his sister. "Wrong
number."
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Jake was bothered by the fact that he was all alone on a Saturday
evening. He sat in the darkness of his living room, channel surfing,
while Maggie and Peter spent the day on a romantic outing. He sat in an
awkward position with his back low on the couch cushions and his bare
feet propped up on the coffee table in front of the large television
screen. Once he got bored of all the reality shows taking up hours of his
life, he decided to go up into his room and hide out for the rest of the
night. The bedroom wasn't as much of an antidote to his boredom but more
of a comfortable place to spend your bored existence. Jake looked over at
his computer and, having nothing better to do, he went over and surfed
the net for a few minutes. It had been a while since Jake last had any
kind of sexual encounter with himself or anyone else and the urge was
building up inside of him. Sure, he could've watched one of the few
pornography DVD's that he owned but, ever since his run in with
Christian, his taste for hetero sex had shifter a little.
"There's always Google." Jake thought to himself. It would remain
discrete and it wouldn't show up in his history. Besides, looking at
x-rated pictures wouldn't do anyone any harm. Jake pressed down on the
"Enter" key after typing the website's URL when he was sidetracked by
a small, flashing envelope on the bottom of his screen. He hovered over
the icon and a little, yellow bubble appeared that read "1 New
Message!" He clicked and was redirected into his Yahoo! Account. There
was indeed one new email but from who? Upon clicking the link, Jake was
happily surprised to see them name "Christian" written under the
"Sender" section. With out looking at the subject title, Jake clicked
on the name and up came the message.
"Jake." The first line read. Simple but comforting. "What's up? It's
only been two days but I miss you already. I wish I could fly back home
right now but I still have other family members to see and catch up with.
New Jersey is pretty much the same as it has always been. It's still run
by nuclear power plants and it's mostly cloudy. Big difference from Los
Angeles but I feel welcomed. I got to see old friend and cousins I've
never met before at the wedding so that was pretty strange." The email
read on. "My dads new wife is pretty okay. She's nice and has a kid of
her own. Anyways, I didn't write to talk your ear off about my family,
the real reason I decided to send this to you was because there's
something I've been meaning to let out.
The other night I was talking to my sister about you and Randy, don't
worry, I didn't use names. She told me that I should stop trying to
balance both of you out and, well^Å"
Jake's lips curled upward into a huge grin as his eyes scanned the words
on the computer screen. His stomach turned upon reading the line "I want
to be with you more than anybody else. More than Randy, more than my own
family. I want to have you in my life and if that means leaving everyone
in a cloud behind us then why not, right?" He kept on reading the same
line for the past three minutes to make sure he's eyes weren't playing
a cruel trick on him.
After reading Christian's email, Jake strut down into the kitchen to get
himself a drink when the front doors swung open and Maggie walked in with
Peter following close behind.
"We're home!" Peter called out.
"Hey!" Jake hollered back from the kitchen.
"Were you here all alone?" Maggie asked.
Jake nod slowly while slurping the water from the tall glass. "I heard
from Christian."
"Oh, yeah? Did he call?"
"Nope. He sent me an email."
"When is he getting back?" Peter asked while tugging off his brown and
worn out leather jacket.
"Sometime tomorrow."
"Now maybe you can get your ass out of the house for a change." Peter
joked while walking towards the staircase leading upstairs.
Although Jake was hardly showing it, he was jumping inside. Jumping like
a little school girl who finally got that Barbie she's been begging her
parents for. In his head he was screaming at the top of his lungs and
dancing around, making a complete fool of himself. Jake new it was only a
matter of time when this would come and now that it had, he was going to
make sure it stayed that way for as long as humanly possible.
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Thanks for reading and for the e-mails. I make sure to respond to all of
them as soon as I can.
E-mail: synful_romance@sbcglobal.net
-Christian.