Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2005 13:27:53 -0800 (PST)
From: gabriel leven <degobln@yahoo.com>
Subject: ricky ullman in love-5

Ricky Ullman In Love
Chapter 5
By DeGobln

DISCLAIMER: Guess what! This story has absolutely nothing to do with
reality. This is a completely fictional story. The words that make the story
that follows is not intended to imply anything about Ricky Ullman's or Max
Thieriot's true sexuality in any way shape or form. I do not personally know
either celebrity or know of any details of their personal lives. This story
is completely fictional and meant for fantasy. Oh yes and if it is illegal
to read such material as a factor of age, law, or ordinance....discontinue
reading.

ALSO: I know this web site usually deals with sex in graphic details. I know
that sex is an important part of a love story...in a bold attempt to not
leave it out I will portray each sexual act as an act of love rather than as
a bathroom encounter. This is my first time ever doing anything like this so
if you have any suggestions, questions, comments, or honest criticism.
Please send them to degobln@yahoo.com and list "Ricky Ullman In Love" as the
subject so I know it's not spam. The response has been great so far!
Finally: Per popular demand, I am going to submit as much as possible rather
then have it a scheduled thing.  So here's to the show going on.


     I awoke this morning to the warmth of the back of Max's shoulders
pressed against my chest, and our legs intertwined as if they were vines
that have always been that way.  What woke me up was the sweet smell of his
hair and sound of his voice.

     "Ricky, your phone is ringing," Max said as he softly woke me.

     I opened my eyes just as the ringing stopped, and looked at max who by
this time was sitting Indian style on my bed.  I stretched my arms into a
curling position, cracked my neck, and yawned while reaching for the phone.

     "Damn-it," I thought aloud when I seen who my caller was.

     "Is their anything wrong?" Max asked with a stint of curiosity.

     "Nothing to bad, I just missed brunch with my mother," I answered him
realizing that it was already noon.

     I called her back to make amends and plan for another time that I
would try not and ditch her.

     Looking back at Max a smile took over my entire composure as he
mirrored back the same gesture.  His smile only made me smile more, and I
think my smile did the same for him.  I felt a bit weird that we were acting
as if two shy children and felt as if it would be right if any minute one of
us pulled the others hair and ran off.

     "So did you sleep good?" Max asked me looking down, in an obvious
attempt to hide his now all-to-common blushing.

     I did not answer for my own shyness got the best of me as well, and I
also looked down when he looked up at me.

     "Did you sleep good?" I asked not answering him.

     He looked back at me with that same smile.  A smile that could melt
the toughest of metals.  A smile I would do anything to see.

     "Yes," he answered with simple ease.

     "So did I," I added deciding not to elude him for to long.

     Looking at him, the complete events of last night came back to mind.
Mostly I remembered the turmoil I could see in his eyes when he was still
confused about our situation.  I remembered how upset he seemed before I
kissed him.  With all this in mind, I knew that their were things we needed
to talk about.

     "So now what?" Max asked as if he could read my mind, and knew what I
was going to say.

     The time had come, to stop acting so shy, and acting as if I were
prude and unknowing as to what I was doing.  The time had come to lay it all
out onto the table, regardless of what might come of it.

     "Max I like you so much, and I really do want something with you," I
sincerely said looking into his eyes.

     Immediately his posture seemed to correct its self, and his face
became serious as if he had just scratched the felt of an expensive pool
table.  I became nervous, thinking this immediate reaction of a facial
expression was not a good one.

     "Ricky, I...," He began to say but paused and looked upwards, "...like
you to."

     "I am very glad," I responded in a way that hoped to ease the
pressure.

     He smiled and let his posture relax as my words seemed to help a bit.

     "Is this okay with you, I mean everything that's going on between us?"
I inquired of his comfort with everything.

     He seemed to think for a moment, as if he never did think about this
before.

     "I don't know," he replied as confused as he'd been for awhile.

     "What about this don't you know about?" I further questioned him.

     "Well this is all cool to me," he began to explain gesturing with his
hands, "but they are not going to like it," he finished.

     "Who is they?" I asked already having an idea as to what people he
spoke of.

     "Our fans, our directors, our agents, our families, Disney, the world,
just a few people off the top of my head," he said sarcastically shining
some light on this conversation.

     "Well then, what we do is what we do but as far as everyone else will
be concerned, we're just friends," I said deciding it was no one else's
business who I was with.

     "Good friends!" Max added with an alluring smile and leaning towards
me.

     "Good friends!" I repeated placing my hands on the folded hands
resting in his lap.

     Slowly and very naturally I leaned in and softly kissed Max on the
lips.  The kiss which he returned. It was a small kiss, no tongue, but
definitely sensual in nature.

     We ate a small breakfast before it was time for him to leave, and for
me to get into the shower.

     We talked more, which I should admit to our geekiness and say that our
talking has become more philosophy then anything else.  I did not mind, in
fact, I welcomed the idea that our conversations were very intelligent.
When I was not with Max, I thought constantly about things we talked about.
Their was never a time that I did not look greatly forward to our next
conversation.

     "Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?" I asked Max.

     "No doubt," he said in a way that seemed to think I should know
better.

     "Okay," I laughed, "what time do you want me to pick you up?" I asked
him.

     "Whenever," he said.

     Just then a car horn beeped out front alerting us that his cab had
arrived.

     "Seven?" I asked.

     "Seven," He replied.

     "Okay I'll see you later," I wished my goodbye.

     "See you later Ricky," he said doing the same.

     With that I closed the door behind him and leaned my back against it.
Was I head over heals for him, or was it something else I could not explain.

     Just then, had it not been seconds that he left, their was a knock at
my door.  I turned around and opened it to see Max standing their with a
mischievous smile adorning his face.

     "I forgot something," he explained.

     I stepped aside, to let him by to retrieve whatever he forgot.  He
came in but did not come all the way in.

     Without warning he wrapped his arms around me neck and leaned in for a
full on tongue kiss.  As if blasted with dynamite everything inside and out
of me tingled as I embraced my lips with the soft ones that our Max's.  I
felt pure again, and as if in bliss, no wait...definitely Heaven.

     "Good bye," he said before licking his lips and walking away.

     "Good bye," I answered watching him leave.

     I would finish out the day, keeping my appointment with my agent to
discuss my weak points.  Altogether I usually take criticism well, but it
takes a lot for a person to spend an afternoon listening to everything he
does wrong.  Either way I took it as constructive rather then as insulting.

     I would sleep that night on the side of the bed that I slept on when
Max spent the night.  I had of yet to make my bed, or corrupt his half in
anyway.  I slept comfortably, and got more then plenty of rest for the
following day.

     The following day I had brunch with my mother at a restaurant with an
outside patio.  It was another beautiful day though the wind had picked up a
bit making it just a tiny bit difficult to completely enjoy my surroundings.
I was very happy however, spending this day thinking of max and the nights
rendezvous.

     I spent the rest of the day, busily trying to pass time.  I carefully
planned what to wear, dressing to impress, spending a lot of time on the
details that make the whole.  I spent the day preparing for Max, hoping I
could make the night absolutely perfect.

............................................................................


     I pulled in front of Max's home almost exactly at seven o'clock as
promised.  I was uncertain of what I should do.  Should I wait for him to
come out, should I call him, or should I just park and go to the door?  I
definitely was nervous.  I had yet to think about his parents and what I
would say to them if one should answer the door.  Would it be something
like, "hi I'm here to pick up your sixteen year old son so we can go on a
date."

     It definitely would not be anything like that.

     I parked and shut off the ignition.  I got out and slowly made my way
to the door, hoping he would notice I was their and come out.  This did not
happen.

     I carefully rang the doorbell as if it were a button on a bomb.  I
heard a dog barking and foot steps, above all I heard my nervous heart
beating with the anticipation of the foot steps reaching the door.  Hearing
it unlocked I mentally braced myself to meet at least one of his relatives.

     I was very relieved to see a sharply dressed Max standing alone in the
foyer.

     "Are you ready," I asked the very attractive and plain old-fashioned
hot person standing before me.

     "Actually, you have to do something first," he said making an uneasy
face.

     "...and what would that be?" I asked hoping it were anything besides
meeting his parents.

     "She only thinks we're just friends but you have to meet my mother,"
Max explained.

     I just curled both of my lips in and looked at him with not knowing
what to say next.

     "It'll be fine, trust me," he assured me picking up on my nervousness.

     I must say, when he said "trust me" I completely did.  I trusted him
and with that most of my uneasiness about the situation went away.  I
followed Max through the living room and into the den where his mother sat
at a desk with a computer on it.  She seemed to be typing something of
importance and did not look up right away upon our entrance.

     "Mom, this is Ricky," Max introduced me to his mother.

     "Hi Ricky, Max has told me so much about you," his mother greeted me.

     "Likewise," I lied.

     "So where are you boys going tonight," she asked me.

     "Honestly I am not sure," I answered looking at Max hoping for him to
chime in and say something.

     "Their won't be any drinking or drugs tonight will their," she asked
me as a concerned mother.

     "Oh definitely not," I answered quickly.

     "Ok then, you boys have fun," she said excusing us.

     I said my good bye, as did she, and followed Max back towards the
front door.

     "I'm sorry about that," he apologized.

     "Oh no, it's okay, my mother was the same way," I assured him.

     Finally we were pulling away from his home, and the night called as if
inviting us to enjoy it's cover.

     We first went to dinner at a small, but very cozy Italian restaurant.
I had chicken Parmesan and Max had spaghetti with meat balls.  It was a good
meal but even better was being able to talk to Max.

     Dinner was a two hour event, and in that two hours we talked about a
lot but still not enough.  It seemed as if their was not enough time in the
day, week, month, or year to know everything there is to know about Max.
This I more considered to be a good thing, reason being it is my belief that
the greatest of things were only meant to be sensed, and not completely
understood.

     I watched Max eat and saw him in a bit of a different light.  I did
not so much see him now as I saw him in the future.  His mannerisms have
always been proper, and his consideration astounding.  I like that he is
kind, and everything else that I can think of that is good.  I watched him
fold his napkin over his leg, chew each bite with a closed mouth.  I
observed him as he gracefully winded each strand of spaghetti around his
fork, not slopping a single bit of it into his mouth.  He is the definition
of grace.

     When I say I saw him in the future, I saw one very neat thing.  I saw
the great man that max would very soon grow up to be.


     When it came to the movie, the best thing that seemed to be in
theaters was a sequel to a "scary" movie.  We caught the last showing on a
weekday night and the theater was virtually empty.

     At first we sat in our seats as friends do watching the movie.  Later
on though, we found ourselves completely unseen and in a much more
comfortable position.  His left hand was on my thigh, and my left hand on
top of it.  His whole body leaned into me as his head rest on my shoulder.
On the head resting on my shoulder is where I rested my head.  My right arm
was around him and my fingers in a constant swirl caressing his shoulder.

     It felt very good to embrace like lovers do in public.  It felt good
that with no one around, their was not any reason to care.

     The movie was not all that scary though it takes a lot more to scare
me then it does most people.  Either way it was a good sequel and not bad at
all.

     Max and I left the theater and went out for "coffee" though neither of
us drank it.  We were only their for about fifteen minutes when we were both
recognized and no longer had the privacy that we needed.

     After signing an autograph and talking to the two females who
recognized us, we payed the bill and left.

     In keeping things sincere and pure, I decided to call it a night and
take Max home.

     I parked the car in the same spot as before just a little bit away
from his house.  I got out and walked around to Max's side where he had
already opened the door and got out as well.

     "When am I going to see you again?" Max asked me as we walked towards
his door.

     "I hope tomorrow because I'm leaving Friday for Chicago to stay for
three days," I revealed to him the first time of my plans for the weekend.

     "I can't tomorrow, I gotta work," he said to both of our
disappointment.

     "That's okay," I lied, "we can meet up after the weekend.

     "I Guess," he sighed.

     "Hey, I said as we stopped and faced each other at his front door,
"you have my number and you can call or text anytime, day or night, for any
reason."

     "I think I will," he said with a slight smile.

     "I'll drop what ever I'm doing to talk to you," I promised him taking
his hands into mine.

     Instead of speaking any words he leaned in for another kiss.  Another
chance at this blissful expression.  I felt his tongue on mine, and knew
this is where I belonged.

     After the kiss he wrapped his arms around my neck as I did mine around
his waist.  We stood in a hugging position for a bit.  I could feel nothing
short of love, and his warm breath on my shoulders with is face buried in my
neck.

     I love Max Thieriot, but could not yet tell him.

     We said our good bye's and planned to meet immediately on my return on
Monday.

     I knew I would miss him, but more importantly knew that I loved him.
With Love, you can only truly miss what you do not have.