Date: Mon, 31 May 1999 16:26:41 -0400
From: Alex Saunders <sheeni_saunders@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Only Man for Me: Leo's Tale

The Only Man for Me: Leo's Tale
by Alex Saunders

Warning: This story contains male/male sex. If this offends you, tough.
Turn it off and don't come here again. If it is illegal for you to read
this due to various laws, than please leave also until you are of age. This
story does not have any relevance on the sexuality of it's characters,
although I'm sure most of you wish it were so. Any questions, comments, or
suggestions can be sent to Alex Saunders at <sheeni_saunders@yahoo.com>


Chapter 1

          Sometimes I don't what's the real me, and what's just the part
made up by my agent. It's kind of tough being who I am, I can't sneeze
without the press knowing, and speculating on the cold I may or may not
have gotten. But it's fun being an actor, I love my job. I've done it most
of my life. But sometimes I kind of want to be less unknown.  You know, the
starving artist. After doing Romeo and Juliet, and Titanic, I get offered a
lot of romance roles, I like them well enough, but ... I don't feel they
show the extent of my ability as an actor very well. Especially since it's
all with girls. (The American public can't handle homosexuality or
bisexuality all that well.) I like being popular and all, but when it
involves any Joe with a buck being able to see my naked body in Playgirl,
that's where I draw the line. After all, my body is my property, not the
public's. I don't know.
          Before I became "LEONARDO DICAPRIO!!!!!!" I was, well, not
exactly normal, but overlooked for the most part. I was called Leonardo
Retardo for my inability to pay attention in school. I'm sure they're sorry
now. At any rate I've managed to keep my friendship with Todd from back
then. I hadn't talked with him in a while, so I was kind of surprised to
get his phone call last night.
         Todd and I are kind of close, well, as close as I can get to a
straight guy that I don't talk to all that much. I think he's the first guy
I came out to, he handled it fairly well.  (The reason I came out to him of
all people, is that I've always had a sort of crush on him. But the hetero
that he is, nothing has ever come of it.) I've talked to him about almost
everything, problems that I've had, etc. Including my new problem of the
crush I have on Skeet Ulrich. (Boy, Is He Hot!!!!!!) From his brooding
eyes, to his sexy, tousled brown hair...  Anyway. To get back to the phone
call. He told me about a party that's going on tonight up at Gregg's
house. I guess he's going to try to get Skeet to go, and here's the
shocker, apparently Skeet is a big fan of mine. I guess it's a start, well,
somewhat. I might head on over there later. I don't know. I know I don't
have the chance to meet him everyday, but I think he's straight. After all,
rumor has it that he and his long-time girlfriend Leonora just broke up. Oh
well. At least I may get a friend out of the deal. Although, I just
remembered something that Todd said to me while we were on the phone. It
could be taken a few different ways, one of them being that he isn't
straight, another that he likes me. Maybe there really is some possibility
of something here. I'll have to think about it.

          I'm at the party. I ended up coming here with my friend,
Marc. The first thing I do, no matter how un-cool it may seem, is to look
for Skeet. I spot him at the bar talking with the barman. He turned and
looked directly at me, and so I smiled (partly out of nervousness.) I
leaned over and pointed him out to Marc, Marc looked kind of surprised.
          "Him?"
          "Yeah, him, Marc. That's Skeet Ulrich, you know from Scream?" I
answered.
          "Uh, huh. Do you want me to get him over here for you?"
          "NO! I mean, uh, I'm not ready. What's that he's drinking?" I ask
to change the subject.
          "Oh, it looks like a Corona and lime." He said.
          "Is it good?"
          "You might like it, too sissy for me," he grinned.
          "Could you, um, could you go get me one?"
          "Chicken. Sure I'll get you one, I'll also listen to his
conversation with the barman for you, how's that?"
          "Uh, thanks," I said I was rather preoccupied with looking at
him. He was soo sexy in person. His hair was tousled, like he'd been
running his hands through it a lot. He looked kind of nervous as Marc
started heading over to the bar. He smiled at me...
          "Oh, Leo!" Great, it was Marci. Just what I needed now, I thought
as I turned to greet her.
          "Hi Marci, what's up?" I glanced over at Skeet, Marc had just
gotten to the bar and from his body language Skeet was either depressed or
disappointed. Damn it, Marci. I thought. Why did you have to come over now,
I was just getting up the nerve to talk to him.
          Marci seemed to chat on and on about a whole bunch of Hollywood
gossip that I really don't pay attention to, and somewhere between Gwenyth
Paltrow's dog having kittens and Pamela Anderson Lee's implant lobotomy (?)
Marc brought me my drink. He was right, it is pretty good. For a beer at
any rate. As you can tell, my mind was still focused on the depressed
hottie sitting at the bar drinking a little too much. Was that his third?
Sheesh. Must be depressed about something, I'd have to talk to Todd and
find out.
          I left my uneventful conversation with Marci without saying a
word, and figured she'd probably be a little miffed. I was right. Girls are
so predictable. She left a few minutes later in a huff. I went looking for
Todd all over and it took me a while, but I found him on the patio talking
with a ditzy looking future starlet hopeful. The taste of straight men, I
will never understand.
          "Could you excuse us a moment?" I asked the Blonde. She got a
little huffy also (this must be my night for pissing chicks off, I
thought.) Then she realized who I am, and left telling, "Teddy," that she'd
see him later.
          "Thanks, man, I owe you. That chick's as ditzy as a three dollar
bill. What'd ya' want?"
          "I, uh, I want to know what's bugging Skeet. He looks depressed."
          "Oh, that. His boyfriend Jon dumped him today, and his ass has
been draggin' ever since." Todd smiled. "Since you're staring at me
slack-jawed, I'll take it you didn't know he's gay." Was I slack-jawed? I
pushed my jaw back into place, and nodded at him. "He has the biggest crush
on you, dude's liked you since Growing Pains."
          "Oh." Now I was really confused. "But, Leonora?"
          "Cover up man. Why haven't you gone over and talked to him yet?"
          Why hadn't I? I would have learned all this from the mouth of the
source. "I guess I was afraid or something."
          Todd took me into a private room and told me to wait for him. I
could only guess what his devilish mind was up to. I waited for what seemed
like hours. I paced back and forth like a madman or something. Out of
nervousness (and habit) I lit up a smoke to calm me down. Finished it
within seconds. I grabbed a pen and paper off of a little stand that was in
the room, and wrote Skeet a note for later. I figured I'd pull off the
whole Titanic thing in real life. You know, that scene that I gave Kate the
note? I figured he'd get the *irony* of it all, since everyone in the
free world seems to have seen that movie. I folded it up and stuck it in my
pocket for later. Just when I'd turned my back, they came in. I turned back
around slowly.
          "Leo? I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, this is--"
          "Skeet Ulrich," I finished for him. "Nice to meet you, Skeet."
Even though it hardly seems possible, he was even sexier right up close. I
don't remember all that happened that night, I was so taken with his
beauty. I just remember talking with him for hours, and it only feeling
like seconds.  Todd had left us at some point, and I don't think either one
of us really noticed. I couldn't believe how nice he was! I mean, most of
the Hollywood types I've come across were kind of like stuck-up snobs. He
seemed to be a little star-struck, but I guess that's to be expected.
          "It's already four!" He exclaimed.
          Oh, shit. I had to run, the director would have kittens if I
wasn't there on time tomorrow, well, this morning. He had to work
also. While we were saying goodbye, I managed to put my hand into my pocket
without him noticing, and grabbed the note.
          "Well, Skeet, it was really cool to meet you," I said as I shook
his hand, transferring the note without being obvious (you wouldn't know
how difficult that is until you've done like a hundred takes of practice.)
I left before he could say anything about it.
           The whole drive home, I couldn't stop thinking about Skeet. God
he is hot, and not just on the silver screen, in real life too, without
camera angles, and make-up and hair artists. He was so -- I really don't
know how to describe it. I suppose shy would work, intelligent, certainly,
and funny. Once he'd relaxed, he'd cracked a couple jokes here and there,
and they nearly brought tears to my eyes I was laughing so hard. I was
pretty nervous from the whole note thing, but after years of acting I know
how to play it cool.  When I got to the apartment, I sat up for a while
simply thinking of Skeet. I think that I'm going to have to make the first
move, he's a little too reluctant about being himself and , I don't know,
acting out on his feelings to make a move on me, I think. Hmm. Wonder what
I'll do to get him? I guess I'll figure it out along the way.
          Since I only have a couple of hours before I have to be at the
set, I have decided to watch a movie to pass the time. I grab my new all
time favorite movie and stick it in the VCR, I press play, and prepare to
"Scream."
           I kind of wonder when he's going to call, or if he's going to
call at all. I hope I'm free when he does. I don't know my mind is
wandering.


Chapter 2

          As I suspected the director had kittens, I kind of fell asleep
during the movie and slept until 11:00. As a result the director screamed,
yelled, and worked me twice as hard.  After what seemed like five million
takes of kissing my costar I finally was able to catch a break, and ran to
my dressing room/trailer thing to catch my breath and think about Skeet. A
timid knock at the door woke me from the daydream I had fallen into the
second the door had shut. In my little fantasy he called me and I went over
to his place to watch a movie. And, well, it was just a dream.
          "Come in," I kind of grumbled at whoever was dragging me out of
my fantasy.
          It was my friend Todd. "Hey Leo, I was waiting `til you got a
break. So how'd it go?"
          "How'd what go?" I asked, the picture of perfect innocence.
          "You know, man. The, uh, um, the uh, talk with uh,
Skeet. How'd it go, man?"  Todd was still uncomfortable with anything
involving homosexuality and males, so he looked away and kind of scuffed
his shoes on the floor like a teen boy asking his first date out.
          "Why you want to know?" I loved to tease him, he was so cute when
he blushed.  So was Skeet for that matter, I'd gotten him to blush quite a
bit last night but I wasn't about to tell Todd that, at least, not yet.
          "You know, cause, like, you're both my friends. You know?"
          "It went fine, Todd."
          "Could you be a little less specific here, Leo?" Sarcasm did not
suit Todd at all.
          "I gave him my number, Todd."
          "Oh, was that the note that he wouldn't tell me anything about. I
saw a piece of paper in his hand and, like, asked him about it, but he said
it was nothing and stuck it in his pocket." Oh, no! I thought. What if he
didn't bother to read it, what if he didn't like me `in that way'? What if
he didn't call?
          "Leo? You all right?" Todd brought me back to reality and away
from my worrying.
          "Todd. Does he, does he really like me? Do you think he'll call
me? I, uh, never mind." I muttered anxiously.
          "Yes he likes you, Leo. He probably won't say anything more to me
`cause he doesn't really open up much, but, like, he likes you dude." Todd
was noticeably embarrassed at this, but he went on. "He'll call you, man,
when he, like, gets the chance.  You know?"
           "Thanks Todd."
           "What are, uh, friends for? I guess." He was blushing a
little. Of course he always did when homosexuality was mentioned in any
way.
           "I gotta' get back to the grind, Todd. The director is probably
wondering where I am right now."
            As if he heard me, there was a knock on the door, and without
waiting for an `Ok' the director barged in.
             "Mr. DiCaprio! I want you on the set in 5. Move it!" He left
slamming the door.
             "Speak of the devil," Todd said. "I'll catch you later, Leo."
             "Later, man." He left and I hurried to get on the set so the
director wouldn't have a heart attack or anything.


             The day went by pretty slowly, I was waiting all day for my
phone to ring, but it didn't. I got home at like, 9:30 and decided to take
a shower.
              No sooner had I stepped out than the phone rang...

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To be continued?
It's all up to you, I need some e-mails here people if you want me to
continue my stories
J~
Send any comments or suggestions to sheeni_saunders@yahoo.com
Later on, Alex