Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2006 19:34:02 -0700
From: Stephan Phelps <dnsphelps@mcsi.net>
Subject: Michael and Jake Part Five
Disclaimer: I do not know, nor do I claim to know Jake Gyllenhaal, or any
other celebrities that may wander through these pages, and I do not know or
therefore mean to imply any knowledge of their personal lives or their
sexual preferences. This story is a work of fiction. The character of
Michael is my own creation, and therefore any use of him outside of this
story can only be done with my consent. If you are under 18 years of age
or are bothered by the prospect of a homo-erotic relationship between two
adult males, then you had better go and find something else to read on
another website.
To all my readers, new and old alike, when you write to me with your
comments, please let me know where you're at! I really would like to know
where in the galaxy you're writing from! : ) And now, on with the
story.....
Michael's POV
I wish I could say that we went back to the Hotel and spent the night
fucking like jackrabbits, but we didn't. We got a quiet table in a corner
of the lounge and had a couple of drinks and just sat and talked and got to
know each other better.
"I guess we should go up so you can get your blanket, huh?" Jake
finally said, about an hour-and-a-half later.
"I guess so," I replied, not really wanting the night to end. We got
up and headed for the lobby and the elevators, and went up stairs.
When we got to Jakes suite, he keyed open the door and we went in.
Boo and Atticus immediately perked up on seeing me again.
"You made quite an impression," Jake said.
"I guess," I said as both dogs came over to me to be petted and have
their ears scratched.
"Make yourself comfortable. I'm going to go change clothes and get
your blanket," Jake said as he disappeared into what I assume was the
bedroom and I went to sit on the sofa, followed by the dogs.
There was a script lying open on the coffee table. "Do you mind if I
look at this?" I called out.
"Feel free," he responded.
I picked it up and closed it to see the title, which read
"Inferno--2006", and was intrigued, so I began reading. It didn't take me
long to figure out that what I was reading was a script for a re-make of
"The Towering Inferno", with lots of notations as far as casting and
possible actors for parts.
It seemed Jake had already read for and was pretty much a shoe-in for
the Paul newman role, and Paul Walker was going to be playing the Steve
McQueen role of the Fire Chief. I noticed a question mark by the Faye
Dunaway part of the "Girl Friend".
"What's this question mark by the Faye Dunaway/girlfriend part for?"
I called out.
"They're thinking that since it is 2006, and the movie does take
place in San Francisco after all, to maybe have the character be a '
boyfriend' instead," Jake said from right behind me.
"Shit! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I asked, turning to
give him a dirty look.
"Sorry," he said, giving me a shit-eatting grin which proved he
wasn't one bit sorry.
"Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward?"
"Yeah, they're playing parts based on the Fred Astair and Jennifer
Jones roles. They both survive," Jake reassured me.
"Well that's good!" I exclaimed, remembering the horrifying end
Jennifer Jones' character had met in the original. "Shane West? Austin
Nichols? I can totally see them in the Richard Chamberlain and Robert
Wagner parts," I said.
"Me too," Jake replied.
"I guess the big question is, would you be willing to play another
gay character after ' Brokeback'?" I asked.
"All depends," he replied.
"On?"
"The other person."
"Yeah, I guess it would," I agreed. "Would you happen to have another
copy of this? Preferably one that doesn't have fifty-million notes jotted
in the margines?" I asked.
"You interested in a part?"
"Yeah, maybe," I replied. I noticed that he had changed into sweats
and a t-shirt. Hmmm, definately my kind of guy! "Anything else in the
offing?"
"Yeah, in fact, it's supposed to start shooting in May, but now who
knows....."
"What?"
"Casting, what else? The producers are having trouble finding a
female lead to play opposite me, Paul, and Shane."
"What's it called?" I asked.
"The working title is ' Obsession'."
"Let me guess, it's about how love can become this obsessive force?
Or something similar?"
"Mmm-hmmm. And the love scenes are quite graphic, even violent, as
there's a rape scene. Most all of the women that have been talked too have
seen that in the script breakdowns and outlines and said ' no thanks'."
"Too bad. It sounds like an intriguing premise," I said quietly.
"Really?"
"Well, without a script to read, I can only guess at certain things,
but yeah, it sounds like it would be a very interesting film."
"I've got an extra script if you'd like to read it," Jake said.
"Sure, why not," I replied, and Jake got up and crossed the room to
pick up another script and bring it over to me. I read through it quickly,
reading only the dialogue. Next I read the scenic descriptions, and then
finally I read the whole thing.
It really was as Jake said, intense and violent at times. I could
fully understand why every actress that had been approached had turned the
part down.
Tony, Jake's character was extremely self absorbed and misogynistic,
and was the owner of XENON, the night/dance/strip club in which of the
film's scenes took place. Once again he was working Paul Walker. I had seen
him in both of the Fast and Furious films, and also Deep Blue, in which he
was shirtless and/or dripping wet for pretty much the whole entire movie,
and Eight Below. Paul was playing Danny, the club manager, and Shane West
was in it also, playing Laurence Obecny, the club's janitor/maintainance
man. KC, the female lead was the woman caught in the middle. KC is in love
with Tony, who can't love anyone, at least not until the end of the film,
but by then it's too late. Danny is in love with KC, who loves Danny, but
is not IN love with him, and Laurence becomes obsessed with KC after
witnessing something happen behind the bar between Tony and KC one
afternoon before the club opens.
The script didn't go into complete detail, but it didn't take a
complete genius to figure out what happened behind the bar. Even I could
figure it out pretty easily. Including that scene, the film contained 5
scenes that required at least full or partial nudity for both of the actors
involved, including the rather violent rape scene that Jake had mentioned
earlier.
In the end, Tony realizes that he does indeed have feelings for KC,
but KC feels that she would be better off with Danny, so the two quit the
club and decide to leave L.A. for Oregon.
Pretty strong and serious stuff, but in the hands of the right
actress it would be a sensational part, probably even Oscar worthy. I
couldn't wait to see the finished product up on the screen.
"This is so going to get an NC-17 rating," I said looking up at Jake
who was sitting across from me absently rubbing Boo's belly.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Come on Jake, a blowjob behind the bar, simulated or
otherwise.....?"
"Yeah, well....." he said, blushing.
"I can pretty much picture how it's going to have to be shot, since
it's going to be all about your, or rather Tony's reactions, and Larry's
witnessing it."
"Um, yeah....."
"Although, for the life of me, I can't picture any actress, or actor
for that matter, turning down the opportunity to work with you, let alone
the chance to give you a ' knob-job'," I said, making quotation marks in
the air and shooting him an evil grin.
"Yeah, well, you'd be surprised," he said blushing.
Jake's POV
I immediately thought of Paul when Michael made his comment about
actors or actresses having the chance to give me a blow job, and just how
many times he had actually done it! I have to admit to a certain amount of
experience in that area myself. Experience I would be more than willing to
share with Michael.
While he sat reading scripts on my sofa, I decided that I had to,
needed to, kiss him, see what he would taste like, and put Boo down and got
up and walked over to where he sat. He looked up at me questioningly. I
took the script from him and dropped it onto the coffee table and took his
hands and pulled him up, placing his arms around my waist. Then I lifted
his chin, my gaze dropping down to his lips before meeting his eyes head
on.
He leaned in, eyes drifting shut, and it was all the permission that
I needed. My head lowered and I brought our mouths together.
My tongue nudged at his lips, seeking entry, and he finally
relented. He tasted faintly like peppermint, from the candy's he had popped
into his mouth after dinner, and occasionally ever since. He finally began
to respond, his hands moving up and down my back, and I took a chance and
slid my own up under his sweater. His skin was smooth and warm to the
touch.
Our tongue's swirled together one last time before we came up for
air, and I buried my lips in the side of his neck, biting, sucking, and
licking. His hands reached up under my t-shirt and I was instantly rock
hard. So was he. And in that instant, I wanted him more than I had ever
wanted anyone before in my life.
"Spend the night with me," I murmured against his skin.
"What?"
"Stay with me tonight," I asked a second time, pulling away slightly
so I could see his face.
"Jake....."
"Listen, I know that we only just met for the first time this
afternoon, but I also know that you feel this.....thing between us just as
strongly as I do. We won't do anything that you're not comfortable with,
unless you want to. I just....."
"Okay.....I'll stay. I just need to make a quick phone call," he
said, a touch of uncertainty in his voice.
"Great! I'll go find you something to sleep in," I said going into
the bedroom to give him some privacy. I dug through the dresser and found a
pair of Joe Boxer sleep shorts, then went back into the living room as he
was concluding his call.
"Mom!" he exclaimed, blushing. "I have to go!" he said hurridly when
he saw me. "I probably won't be home in time to go to church, but tell them
I will take them riding. Okay, I love you too. Bye," he said closing his
phone and setting it down on the open script on the coffee table.
"I found these, and I also have an extra toothbrush you can use," I
said.
"Thanks," he said with a grateful smile.
"Come on, lets go get ready for bed," I said as I pulled him to me
and wrapped my arms around his waist as we started for the bedroom.
Michael stumbled and burst into laughter, then turned in my arms so that we
were both facing the same direction, and I once again buried my lips in his
neck, working on the same spot I had latched onto earlier.
"I'm going to have a hickey if you keep that up, Mr. Gyllenhaal," he
said.
"That's my intention, Mr. Orsini," I told him as I continued working
on the same spot. We reached the bedroom and stopped by the bed, and the
dogs went over to their place in front of the entertainment armoir. Michael
turned in my arms and looked up at me nervously.
"What's wrong?" I asked quietly.
"I have.....something.....on my back," he said
"What? A scar? A big hairy black mole?" I asked
"No, some.....artwork," he replied.
"A tattoo? Almost everyone I know has a tattoo somewhere on their
person Michael, it's nothing to be ashamed of," I told him.
"It's not little. It's rather extensive, and quite detailed," he
said.
Well now, he definately had me intrigued! "Can I see it?" I asked.
Michael looked up at me, trying to decide, and I guess he finally
reached a decision. He stepped back out of my arms and said, "I also have
some down here," he gestured with his hands below the waist of his jeans,
right above where his pubes were probably at.
His eyes never left mine as he raised both arms in the air over his
head, and I realized he wanted me to take off his sweater. I slipped my
hands under the hem above his hips and slid my hands up his sides, over his
ribs, relishing this opportunity to be able to touch him. I grabbed the
sweater and pulled it off over his head and tossed it onto a nearby
chair. His bare torso was smooth, except for a slight dusting of light red
hair under his arms. His arms were nicely muscled without being too buff,
and he also had a noticable six-pack. Next I dropped my hands to the front
of his jeans, my gaze meeting his. When he gave me a barely perceptable
nod, I unfastened his jeans and lowered them just far enough. There, riding
low on Michael's abdomon were six chinese symbols, one in each color of the
rainbow.
"What do they mean?" I asked.
"The ones on either end are the symbols for ' Man', and the others
mean Love, Joy, Friendship, and Peace," he explained.
"Cool," I replied.
"Okay," he said, and then he turned around so that his back was
facing me and all I could do was stare in amazement!
Michael's POV
I heard him gasp and I knew I had taken him completely by surprise!
On my back was a Chinese Dragon. It started up between my shoulder
blades and snaked its way down the center of my back where its tail curved
up to the right, ending just above the crack of my ass. Its red and black
coloring were a vivid contrast to my pale complexion. It had its mouth open
and a trail of bright red-orange flames snaked across my left shoulder and
almost halfway down the back of my upper arm.
The longer Jake stayed quiet, the more worried and uncertain I became
until I finally closed my eyes and a single tear escaped and rolled down my
cheek. Immediately afterwards, I felt the lightest touch of a fingertip
tracing over the flames on my arm, across my shoulders, and down my back to
where the the tail curved, and an impudent little elfin-like faery with
flame red hair and green eyes stood in the curl of the dragon's tail, one
arm wrapped around the tail, the other hand holding onto the pointed
tail. The figure was about four inches tall and of course was a miniature
replica of me.
The next thing he did touched my heart in a way words never could as
I felt his lips take over from his fingertips and trace the path back up,
leaving their own trail of fire in their wake.
Eyes still closed, I felt the gentlest of kisses on my cheek, and my
eyes flew open!
"It's beautiful! You're beautiful!" he said, and could see the truth
of his words in his eyes.
"Let's go to bed," he said, and we proceeded to get undressed. I
changed into the shorts that Jake had found for me, and he changed also,
and then true to his word, he handed me a toothbrush and I laughed, and
then we headed into the bathroom to brush and rinse and then we went back
into the bedroom and climbed into the huge bed. Jake immediately pulled me
into him so that we were spooned together.
"You were right," I said.
"Hmmm?"
"You are a better kisser than your dogs. Much better." I heard him
chuckle, felt his kiss on my shoulder, and then we were drifting off to
sleep.
Jake's POV
I woke up the next morning feeling better than I had in a long
time. I never would have believed it was possible for my life to change so
much in one twenty-four hour period, and yet it had! In the space of a day,
I had admitted to myself that I was gay, come out to my sister and several
of my best friends, and finally met my soulmate. Which reminded me.......I
looked over at him. He was still there sleeping in my bed, laying on his
stomach, head turned away from me which was fine as it gave me a better
opportunity to check out his tattoo, among other things!
It really was quite a work of art! It started between his shoulders
and followed the line of his spine, ending just above the crack of his ass
with the tail curving up and the figure of a little faery standing in the
curve of the tail, one arm wrapped around the tail, the other hand grasping
the pointed tip.
I recognized the fact that the little faery was a miniature version
of Michael right away, what with those amazing green eyes, that wild red
hair, and a saucy little grin.
As much as I hated to get out of bed, nature's call was not to be
denied, so I quietly got up and went into the bathroom. After I was done, I
washed and dried my hands and brushed my teeth, and headed back to my
red-headed bed- mate.
I gently slipped back into the bed and leaned over and pressed my
lips to the flames on the back of his upper left arm, working my way down
his back, allowing my tongue to barely dip into the top of his ass crack.
"Mmmmm," I heard coming from the region of the pillows. "What a way
to wake up."
"Mmm--hmmm," I agreed with a smile. "Do you want the shower first?"
I asked, sitting up, allowing Michael to the same.
"I guess," he said, looking at me uncertainly. "Of course, it's
plenty big enough that we could share," he suggested, a slight blush
tinting his cheeks.
"Okay. Why don't I call room-service and order breakfast and then
I'll be in," I suggested.
"I could go for a nice hearty breakfast," Michael said as he climbed
out of bed and headed for the bathroom while I picked up the phone and
ordered breakfast from room-service. When I was done, I stripped and walked
naked into the bathroom. I could barely make out Michael through the
frosted shower doors.
I opened them and stepped inside. Picking up a washcloth, I squeezed
a generous of shower gel into it, worked up a nice lather, and began to
wash Michael's back. Next I washed his hair, and when he turned to rinse, I
stole a quick glance down. Considering that he only stood five-foot-six, he
was a respectable three-and-a-half inches soft.
"Well, do I pass inspection?" he asked.
"You'll do," I replied, embarrassed at being caught.
"You too," he said with a shy smile, referring to my own soft four
inches.
We traded places with Michael washing my back and hair and then we
finished up and got out. As we were drying off, there was a knock at the
door, and my phone decided to ring at the same time.
"Do you want me to get the phone?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, I'll get the door," I said as I wrapped my towel around my
waist and headed out into the living room while Michael slipped into a
Hotel provided bathrobe. I opened the door to see and hear Paul, phone in
hand, back to the door, saying, "hey sexy, wanna come out and play?"
"Um, I think it's for you," Michael said from the bedroom doorway,
phone in hand. Paul whirled around in surprise, and all I could do was
stand there, wishing that a giant hole would open up in the floor and
swallow me up. What the hell else could possibly go wrong?
Michael's POV
Shit! Paul Walker? What in the hell was going on here? Did he and
Jake have something going together? If the canvas duffle-bag slung over his
shoulder was any indication, he was clearly expecting to find Jake here
alone. I quickly thought back over our conversations last night, and could
not recall Jake saying word one about Paul, or anyone else for that matter,
so he was either seeing Paul and planning to use me as a little side
action, or he wasn't seeing anyone, and Paul was just someone that he
hooked up with on occasion, and he was serious about wanting to start a
relationship as he had said last night while we were downstairs having
drinks.
A "Ding" in the hall signalled the arrival of the elevator, and all
of a sudden there was room-service with breakfast. Jake ran a hand down his
face, and closed his eyes, his lips moving like he was saying a prayer.
I hated this! I was used to drama in my professional life, not my
real life! If this wasn't so weird it would have been funny.....Okay,
enough of this silent shit! ' You're an actor, Michael, act for christ's
sake!' I told myself. I was bound and determined to brazen this out, one
way or the other. If no one else was going to do anything, I would! "Hi," I
said walking toward the door and extending my hand.
Jake looked at me as if he wanted to shout, ' Are you insane?'
"I'm Michael," I said with a smile as Paul took my hand in a firm
grip and shook it.
"Paul, nice to meet you," he said, the look on his face saying, '
wait a minute, did I just miss something here?'
"Nice to meet you too! I'm a huge fan. I can't wait for ' Tokyo
Drift' to come out this summer."
Paul's POV
What the hell? Who was this guy? It was obvious that Jake at least,
possibly even this Michael guy too, had just been in the shower before I
showed up. Jake I could handle, but the rest of this? Some other guy? It
was as obvious as the hickey on this Michael guy's neck that I had
interupted something. The question was, what? I would have to wait to find
out as a phone on the coffee table started to ring.
"I'll get that," Michael said.
Michael's POV
The number showed up as "Blocked" on my Caller ID, but I was a tad
bit frazzled, and answered it anyways.
"Hello." There was nothing on the other end. "Hello......? Hello, is
anyone there?" I asked, and then I was listening to a dial tone.
Third Person POV
He hung up the phone and turned to look at his photo shrine wall.
"Soon Michael, very soon....."
Finally, it had begun.....
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Well, that's part 5, hope you all enjoyed it, and for everyone asking
about Paul, I hope you're all satisfied. I know it wasn't what someone had
asked for, namely Paul shirtless and dripping wet, but he has finally
appeared in the flesh, so to speak. As always, feedback is encouraged and
welcomed. My email address is dnsphelps@mcsi.net Be sure to to include the
story title in the subject line. I can also be found on yahoo messenger
where my chat ID is twains_fan_03 or AIM where my chat ID is
PhelpsCNA. Thanks for reading,
Stephen