Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2009 16:20:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alicia Taylor <nittyismyname@yahoo.com>
Subject: Real love part 16

Thanks for the comments! :)

The disclaimer is located on chapter 1.

Chapter 16.

"It's been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song"
-Prince



"Hey, Olli...sorry!  It's me.  It's Christian..."  Christian couldn't look
away, when he saw all of Olli.  Dumbfounded, Olli stood in the calf-deep
water for a short while; bubbles sliding down his moistened skin.
Christian wondered if he was supposed to be looking somewhere else; but
since the dark-haired boy luckily wasn't protesting, Christian watched Olli
as if he were an extremely good movie.

Olli rubbed his soapy eyes, as his mind tried to wrap around what was
happening.  When his eyes were clear enough to see, Olli gazed upon the boy
of his dreams.  `Is this really real?'  Christian was standing only a few
feet away from him, dressed in all black, with a silly grin on his face.

Olli wondered what Christian's expression was all about, until he
remembered his lack of clothing.  Christian was disappointed when Olli
abruptly sat back down into the tub; spilling water onto the floor, after
realizing he'd been giving Christian a little show.

"Christian?"  Olli's voice was as sweet as can be.  "What...how did you?"
"I came to rescue you!"  Christian announced as he strode gallantly toward
the bathtub.  "I'm so glad you came!"  Olli held out his slick arms for a
hug and Christian accepted them warmly.  "I couldn't let you down."
Christian's voice was filled with blissful relief as he kneeled onto the
soapy, tile floor.

Lips found lips and they embraced a moment that neither was sure would ever
come.  Olli kept his eyes open for a minute; as if tying to make sure
Christian was real.  Their kissing quickly went from sweet and hesitant,
exploration...to powerfully insatiable.  Their mouths and chests were
pressed together so tightly, it almost hurt.  The back of Christian's hair
and his Jacket, were thoroughly soaked; Olli's upper body and saturated
arms, made sure of it.

Because Olli was completely naked, Christian was unsure of where to touch
him.  He carefully placed his hands in a few spots before deciding to let
his arms drape over Olli's shoulders.  Christian felt good about the
placement; his hands being nowhere near the tub.  He had to force his eyes
to stay shut because just the thought of looking down into the water, was
too overwhelming for him.

Olli's knee slid against the slippery inside of the tub and he withdrew his
hands from Christian's hair to steady himself; the sudsy water splashed
around the boy, like the turbulent waves an ocean.  Olli was proud of
himself for being able to keep the kiss going through his unsteady
movements.  Christian didn't notice a thing; his eyes were shut tightly and
he was lost in Olli.

The sweetheart's mouths expressed their endearment for awhile, until the
boys had the synchronized thought of wanting to look at each other.  Their
faces parted and Christian was immediately filled with concern, when he saw
what the effects that not eating, had on Olli.  Olli noticed dark circles
around Christian's eyes and worried that he wasn't getting enough sleep.

"You look good."  Christian hummed so close to Olli's face, he could feel
the vibration.  "You look better."  Olli answered, as he pulled his
dripping hands from the side of the tub and held Christian's face.
"Impossible."  They looked into each other's eyes for a long and wonderful
moment, trying not to spoil it with words and thoughts of the immediate
future.

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"Beep!  Beep!  Beep!"  "You're beeping."  Olli told Christian as he nuzzled
into his neck.  "Oh, so I am!"  Christian pulled his phone out of the right
front pocket of his dark, almost black jeans.  "It's Olivia."  He reported,
as he pressed the [Ok] button, to read his new text message.  Olli leaned
in to read it, but couldn't make out what it said as Christian's hand began
to shake.

[Get out now!  Olli's crazy mom is back!]

"Shit!"  Christian didn't know what to do next.  "What is it?"  Olli had a
pretty good idea of what it was.  "Your mom just got home!"  Christian
answered fearfully.  The boys immediately turned their heads toward an
alarming sound.  The soft squeaks, told Olli that someone was climbing the
old wooden staircase, leading up to the bedrooms.  "Hide!"  Olli pleaded
urgently.

Olli was in panic mode; he knew his mother would be checking on him, first
thing.  From the tub, Olli watched Christian scramble to his feet, slipping
on the sudsy water that had spilled onto the tile floor, minutes earlier.
He tried not to laugh at the cartoon-like movements Christian was making,
during the very serious situation.  Christian blew Olli a playful kiss,
then disappeared into the bedroom.

Christian first checked under Olli's bed, but he wouldn't be able to hide
there, as it was stuffed full with suitcases and boxes.  `That's where
Olli's things are.'  He sprang to his feet and turned to open the closet
doors.  When he saw that it was a walk-in, Christian decided the closet was
the best choice.

Olli had managed to hang up a couple of his things; mainly coats and
jackets.  `I forgot he had this.' Christian smiled as he remembered lending
Olli his favorite jean jacket.  His thumb and forefinger caressed the rough
fabric.  `He looked good in it.'

The rattling of keys broke Christian from his thoughts and he quickly
bunched Olli's clothes together and hid behind the makeshift, material
shield.  His hands reached out blindly and the closet doors were shut
silently.

Henriette unlocked the door and entered her son's room, without knocking.
Feeling the cold night air waft in from the open window, she shook her head
at her son's carelessness and rushed toward it, before shutting it tightly.

She didn't notice the ladder, which at one point, had been inches from her
hands.  Christian's blue eyes peaked at her through the small slit between
the closet doors.  He quickly turned his phone off and then held his
breath, as if he were under water.

Realizing that Olli was in the bathroom, Henriette started to search
through his belongings for anything that she would consider...troubling.
Not finding a thing, she began to make her way to the bathroom.

She stopped abruptly when she reached the closet.  A panicked Christian,
shut his eyes and tried to wish her away with his mind.  `This is not the
closet you're looking for.'  `Star Wars' references tended to help in any
situation.  Christian forced his eyes open and waited for his fate to be
revealed.

Instead of swinging open the closet doors and catching Christian in her
son's bedroom, freaking out and calling the police to report a break-in,
quickly making up some unbelievable story and lying about Christian, to
make sure that he was locked up for a long time, and sending Olli off to
god knows where, never to be seen or heard from again...Henriette simply
bent down and felt the carpet with her hand.  She then, stood up straight
and continued toward the bathroom; unaware of the mini heart attack she'd
almost induced.

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