Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2011 01:50:00 -0200
From: Freddy Obermeier <robkashfan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rob Kash In Love - Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not know Rob Kardashian and this story is fiction. I do
not know his sexuality, nor do I mean to imply anything with this story.
Its just one guy's fantasy.

Chapter One

It's funny how he never really believed in all the clichés his friends and
family told him about love, until a chance meeting left him wondering if
they were right. He wasn't looking for love, nor did he think he would find
it, but he did, in a seemingly insignificant place. But lets not get ahead
of ourselves.

Rob Kardashian was in line at the coffee shop, waiting to place an order
for himself and his 3 older sisters. As usual, when they went out for
anything, he was in charge of ordering; he was the boy and the baby, so it
was a duty he could never escape.  The line up didn't seem that long, but
it seemed to be taking forever. The guy in front of him kept checking his
watch and tapping his foot, obviously annoyed. By the time Rob made it to
the front of the line, 15 minutes had passed, and he just wanted to sit
down and relax with his sisters.

As he stepped to the side where his prepared drinks would be, the same guy
from the line turned with his tray of drinks. And before Rob could move out
of the way, they collided. Any normal collision would have been a minor
annoyance, but this one involved 4 large coffees, and apparently the lids
were on loose, because both guys ended up with coffee all over their white
t-shirts.

"Oh fuck. I'm so sorry" said the stranger, looking up apologetically.

One of the employees excused herself to the mess, while the two guys moved
off to the side.

"It's my fault for being in the way" Rob replied, half-smiling.

"Of course, the one time I decide to wear white" the stranger stated,
throwing his arms in the arm in mock anger.

Rob hadn't really taken notice before, but this guy was hot.  Rob didn't
make a habit of noticing how hot guys were, but in this case, it was
unavoidable. He had shaggy hair that was so blond, it was almost white. And
his eyes were so blue, Rob didn't think he had ever seen that color
before. And his smile was genuine and awkward, something one didn't often
see in L.A.

"I really am sorry. You should let me have that cleaned for you. Or I can
replace it for you" Rob suggested.

"It's really alright," the man replied, "I have an extra in my bag in
case."

And with that, he pulled a black v-neck t-shirt out of his bag.

"I'm Rob, by the way" Rob added, extended his hand to shake the man's.

"Jeremiah" the man replied, and initiated a handshake.

"You're not from around here, huh?" Rob asked.

"How you can you tell?" The man replied, blushing and looking down.

"Well, most people don't carry extra clothes in their bags, they usually
keep them in their cars. And your accent isn't exactly American." Rob
replied with a smile.

It's true. He wasn't American. And he had only lived in L.A. for 2 days. So
he wasn't surprised he stuck out like a sore thumb. He was German, and
moved to Toronto when he was 12. When studying at university, he moved back
to his homeland to finish his studies. But that was way too much
information to tell a complete stranger.

"I'm from Germany," he stated, "I'm here for work."

Just as Rob was about to ask him what he did for work, Jeremiah looked at
his watch, "Oh shit," he said "I'm very late."

With that, he set his bag on a nearby table, and took off his dirty
shirt. He was no exhibitionist, just in a hurry. Rob's sharp intake of
breath would have been audible to him had the place not picked up since
their accident. He quickly put the new t-shirt and threw the dirty one in
the garbage.

He looked up at Rob and smiled, "it was nice meeting you."

Rob met his eyes, smiled back and said, "yeah, you too."

And with that, he was gone.

Rob returned to his sisters with their coffees, forgetting about the stains
on his t-shirt.  They all stared at him until he caught on. He looked down
at himself and realized just how much of a mess his shirt was.

"Someone ran into me with a tray full of coffees" he stated, innocently
enough.

"Was she checking you out?" Kourtney cooed.

"No, HE wasn't," Rob replied, "it was just an accident."

"Oh, that's no fun" Khloe pouted.

And with that, they went about their day.

Rob had been single for quite some time. He dated a bit, here and there,
but never really settled down. Sure, he was only 22, but he really did want
something serious. He wanted the real thing. The problem was that in the
past little while. Rob had been questioning what that real thing would
be. He never dated a guy, he never even kissed one, but he did wonder. And
after meeting an attractive stranger in the coffeehouse, it got Rob
thinking again.

The problem was that Rob didn't have anyone to talk to about this. Sure, he
had his friends, but they were all guy's guys. No way could he bring this
up with them. And, yes, he had his sisters. But he didn't really ever talk
about anything deep like that with them. It was usually discussions about
their relationship problems or careers. And Rob didn`t mind. He was busy
with school and his things. But he knew he would have to suck it up and
talk to one of them about it. But which one?

Rob didn't get much sleep that night. There was so much on his mind. When
he got up the next morning, his mind was made up. But before he talked to
anyone, he was heading back to that same coffeehouse. He showered and got
dressed and hopped in his car. He was there about ten minutes earlier than
he had been the day before. He went inside, got a coffee, and found a seat
at a table outside, near the door.  He sat there for what felt like
forever, looking at his phone, then looking down the street. When he had
finally convinced himself that it was a crazy idea and he should probably
head home, he saw him approaching down the street.

His hear start beating rather quickly. Apparently, he was more nervous than
he thought. As Jeremiah approached, Rob cleared his throat knocking
Jeremiah out of his reverie.

"Oh hey, Rob, right?" he asked with a smile. "I hope you're not stalking
me." With that, he added a wink that melted Rob's heart.

"Uhhhhh..." Rob started, "no. I just felt like I needed to see you again."

"What made you think I'd be here?" Jeremiah replied.

"Since you're not from here, I assumed you would go to the same coffee shop
everyday." Rob replied nervously, blushing a little.

"Guilty." He replied with a smile, "and i would love to stay and talk
longer, but I'm going to be a late to a meeting."

He noticed the sexy blonde's attire: baggy shorts, flip flops, and
well-fitting Henley with all of the buttons undone. Feeling a little bold,
Rob asked "what kind of meeting allows you to get away dressed like that?"

Jeremiah replied with a smile, "a faculty meeting. I'm a professor at UCLA
and we are getting ready for the new school year."

Rob stared back in shock, "No offence, but you look 17! How are you a
professor?"

It was Jeremiah's turn to blush, "I'm certainly not 17. I have a PhD to
prove it!"

Rob really was impressed. He wasn't sure what to say next. He stared at the
man for a second longer, and as Jeremiah opened his mouth to excuse himself
and get coffee, Rob piped up.

"Maybe we can get together sometime and continue this conversation?"

Jeremiah didn't respond immediately. Its not that he wasn't flattered. And
its not that he wasn't gay. He was just kind of shocked, since he wasn't
used to guys being so forward with him.

"I don't see why not" Jeremiah replied. "Name the time and place, and if i
can find it, I'm there."

Rob had to laugh at that comment. "How about tonight? I can pick you up
here and we can take it from there?"

"Sure," he said with a smile "I'm done at 4, then I'll head home, shower
and change, and meet you here for 7?"

"Can't wait" Rob replied.

Jeremiah winked and went inside. Rather than being a creepy stalker, Rob
left while he was inside. He was so excited, he had to plan something. And
he had to figure out what to wear. But first, there was the issue of
talking to one of his sisters. And at that moment, he knew exactly who it
should be.

He arrived at Kim's house knowing she would be up. She barely ever slept
in, dude to her crazy work schedule. He entered her condo and found her
eating breakfast at her table.

``Hey Rob," she said between bites of her bagel "you're up early."

"Yeah, sis, couldn't get much sleep last night. Lots on my mind." Rob
replied, looking a little sad.

Noticing this, Kim invites him to sit on the couch. Rob had always been
closest with Kim, mostly because she was the most sensible and mature of
his 3 older sisters. They liked a lot of the same things and he always
found it easy to talk to her.

She looked him in the eyes, and sincerely asked, "whats on your mind?"

He took her hand in his, and told her everything. At first, he wasn't sure
where to start, but once he got going, he couldn't stop. When he was
finished, he felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Kim
had kept quiet the whole time, giving Rob a chance to express his feelings.

She just smiled at him and said, "feel better?"

"You have no idea" Rob replied.

"Rob, I love you, and if this is who you are, then of course I support
you. I just want my baby brother to be happy."

Rob hugged his sister tightly. Now that he had spoken to Kim, talking to
everyone else would be that much easier. He hoped.

"So where do I take a guy on a date with all the paparazzi?" Rob asked his
sister.

Kim still couldn't stop smiling. "I leave tonight for a photo shoot in New
York, so why not bring him here" she suggested.

Rob thought that was the best idea ever. He still lived with his family and
Kim's place was very classy. "Thanks Kim. That makes everything so much
easier."

They hugged goodbye and Rob wished Kim good luck at her photo shoot and was
off to get a killer outfit to impress his date.

Jeremiah ran home from his meetings, in a hurry to make himself presentable
for his date. He had only arrived 3 days ago, so he was still living out of
boxes. And they were everywhere! Once he found the boxes of clothes, he
tore them apart looking for the perfect outfit. It was still summer, and it
was humid, so he wanted to be comfortable and look good. He picked out a
pair of khakis, a white deep v-neck t, and a fitted purple dress shirt. He
stripped down, leaving his dirty clothes in the middle of his living room,
and hopped in the shower.  Normally, he showered quickly, but this time, he
took his time to ensure everything was perfectly clean. He got out, dried
off, and wrapped his towel around himself. Time to primp.

He was very laid-back and easy going about his looks, and put very little
effort into it. Mostly, he didn't have enough time to focus on those
things, since he was always busy.  Today though, he had purposefully
scheduled enough time before the date to really make an effort. He blew his
hair dry and it looked like a lion's mane. It needed to be tamed. He
applied a generous amount of product and grabbed his brush. By the time he
was done, he had sculpted a rather impressive pompadour. He applied
deodorant and grabbed his cologne. He sprayed it on his neck, his chest and
his stomach.

Once he was dressed, he looked at himself in the mirror once last time to
make adjustments. He cuffed his khakis a couple of times, rolled the
sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows and put his watch on. He grabbed his
keys, his cell phone and his wallet and was out the door. He had picked his
place because of its proximity to the university, which conveniently, was
only a 10 minute walk from the coffeehouse.

He got there a few minutes early, so he grabbed a bottle of water. And
since he considered himself a cool guy, he took a seat on the curb. It had
cooled off a bit since earlier in the day, but it was still quite warm. He
checked for pit stains and was pleased to see none. He was looking down the
street, watching pedestrians and cars, when he felt something drop in his
lap. He looked down and saw one calla lily in his lap. He picked it up and
looked around and saw no one. He heard someone clearing their throat and
when he looked up he saw Rob, smiling back at him.

When he stood up, Rob leaned in and gave him a quick hug. And he took in
his scent. His heart started beating a little faster.

"You look fantastic" Rob stated, looking him up and down.

"Thank you," Jeremiah replied blushing, "you could stop traffic."

Rob was baffled at how everything Jeremiah said made him smile or
blush. This guy is good, he thought to himself.

As they walked to Rob's car a couple of blocks away, they made small talk
and laughed at each other's jokes. Feeling gentlemanly, Rob opened
Jeremiah's door for him and held it until he was seated comfortably.

Once Rob was in, Jeremiah turned to him, "so whats the plan?"

"I figured I could cook for you and then we could go somewhere special" Rob
suggested.

"Sounds perfect" Jeremiah replied.

They arrived at Kim's condo at around 730. Rob was glad that he had already
gotten everything and set it up before he picked up his date. He ushered
Jeremiah inside and shut the door. Jeremiah slipped his shoes off and
tucked them neatly by the door. Rob looked at him quizzically, and took his
shoes off, too. I should ask him about that later, he thought to
himself. Jeremiah took a seat on the coach while Rob headed into the
kitchen.  They made small talk until Jeremiah saw Rob fumbling with his
apron. He entered the kitchen, took Rob by the shoulders, turned him around
and tied the apron up for him. His hand rested on Rob's back for an extra
second and it felt like electricity for both of them.

"You have a great place" he mentioned, breaking the silence.

"Oh," Rob replied, "its not mine, its my sisters. I still live at home, but
I figured we might want some privacy."

"Fair enough. Privacy is probably a good idea. Do you have just the one
sister?" Jeremiah asked.

Rob was confused. Either this guy had no idea who his sisters were, or he
was doing a good job of faking it. Rob decided to give him the benefit of
the doubt and just assumed he didn't really follow pop culture things.

"Not even close," Rob replied, "I have 3 sisters and 2 half-sisters."

"Thats a lot of sisters!" Jeremiah replied laughing.

"You have no idea, no wonder I turned out this way" Rob said, joining in
the laughter.

They continued joking and flirting while Jeremiah helped Rob prepare the
dinner. They shared some wine and when the food was ready, Rob set the
table. Jeremiah brought the food to the table, and went back to grab the
wine.

He approached the dining table with the bottle of wine and 2 empty
glasses. Rob was leaning against one of the chairs, facing him. He reached
out and took the wine and glasses from him and set them on the table. He
took Jeremiah by the hand and pulled him close. He put one hand on the back
of his hand and the other on one of his hips and kisses him. It was a
relatively shirt kiss, but it left both feeling breathless.

"I don't want to say anything stupid," Rob starts, "but I've never done
that before."

Jeremiah looks him in the eye, "taken charge?"

"No. I've never kissed a boy before," Rob confesses.

This seems like a good place to end for now.

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Let me know if there should be a part 2.