Date: Mon, 19 Jul 1999 20:37:01 WST
From: Boogie Boy <boy_boogie@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ryan's Intentions VI

*This story is fictional and isn't meant to imply that Ryan Phillippe is
gay. If you are too young to read this, or if this material offends you,
please leave. If not, read on and I hope you enjoy the story (it's
fictional- I'm not even in my own country)!
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*In this chapter I've decided to write add Ryan's perspective to the story.
It is going to be written in a 3rd Person POV and will be distinguished from
Justin's by a blank line between the paragraph.  If it works out well than
I'll keep writing for both views.

RYAN'S INTENTIONS VI

It was such an amazing feeling.  So confident, overpowering and secure.
Walking with Ryan while holding his warm right hand with my left, fingers
clasped between them, made me feel so special and wanted.  I just craved to
jump up, run around and scream loudly `Hey everyone! I am holding hands with
the most beautiful person on the planet, and you aren't!'.  I smirked as I
imagined myself doing just that and thinking of the reaction people would
have had, being woken up by a guy who was yelling about holding Ryan's hand.
  I let out a small giggle.  Ryan looked at me inquisitively.
"What are you laughing at?" he asked.
"Nothing. You know, I don't think that breakfast in the food hall would be
actually serving at the moment." I informed as I held my watch up to Ryan,
showing it was only 6:45 am.
"Hmmm, I think you're right about that"
"Well, why don't we go to your room and see if there is any breakfast in bed
available?" I asked flirtatiously. "Besides, I'm cold wearing this robe."
Ryan looked at me surprised.  `Uh-oh', I thought, maybe I shouldn't have
been so flirty and obvious.  Ryan seemed to contemplate my request before
agreeing.
"Sure, come on, it's this way."
I glanced around quickly and silently thanked the people asleep who left
their curtains drawn for the night.  I grabbed Ryan's hand and pulled him
towards me quickly.  He lost some of his balance and I helped him stay still
as I put my hands on his face and drew him in for a kiss.  Again, I felt a
jolt as our lips met.  I suddenly heard a click.  Ryan pushed me away from
him and looked around quickly and worriedly.
"Did you hear that?" he asked me desperately, taking hold of my shoulders
while glancing the surroundings.  `Why is he acting so edgy?' I thought as I
answered him.
"Yes, it sounded like a--" I trailed, realising what it was, "a camera.  Oh
Ryan, I'm sorry, I mean-"
"It's okay, we just better go to my room now -- without holding hands."
I nodded knowing it was the best thing to do, but I looked up at the sky and
the gathering storm clouds matched my mood impeccably.  I was angry, or
frustrated at least.  I wanted to hold Ryan's hand, but doing so in public
is not what he needs, for his career.  That sounds so ridiculous.  Holding a
hand can ruin someone's job!  I don't wanna do that though.  But I want to
show him my affection, unlike anyone before.  Come on Justin, you're blowing
this way out of proportion!  It probably wasn't even a camera!  Maybe it was
just a window, but it is quite early though, and who would want to wake up
early on a cruise ship.  Especially one this comfortable.
I followed the fence on the edge of the ship with my eyes all the way up to
it's disappearance behind the bridge of the ship.  The floor was made of
wooden boards which surprisingly didn't creak.  The outer walls to the first
class on this top deck were a nice cream colour, with large windows in the
place of portholes like the rest of the ship.  There was even a red and
white buoy hanging between every three windows.
A slight wind blew past me suddenly.  I shivered.  I glanced up towards the
clouds and thought that soon it would rain.  Thank God we were under cover.
Ryan suddenly turned right and into a wood framed doorway.  I followed him
and realised that this hall was adjacent to he hall where my room was, and I
saw the hallway between the halls.  The carpet was green while the wall was
a pale lime green.  Ryan and I walked quietly so we wouldn't wake up any of
the other passengers.  We got to Ryan's room and he opened the door, stood
back, and gestured for me to enter.  What a gentleman!
"Why thank you Mr Phillippe, that is very hospitable of you." I said as he
closed the door behind him softly.  I looked around and noticed Ryan's room
was almost identical to mine, except the walls were a different colour.
"Of course," Ryan began in a terrible French accent, "It is expected of us
Mr--" Well, it was pretty cute of Ryan to speak sexily.  I grinned thinking
about that.  Ryan sat down on the couch.
"Justin? What is your last name?"
"My surname? Why? It's kinda dumb." I stated feeling myself blush.
"C'mon, tell me. You know mine! I won't laugh!" Ryan said smirking, his
curiosity being heard in his voice.
"Its Tyme." I murmured quietly.
"What?" He asked holding his hand up to his ear and smiling so cutely.
"Tyme."
Ryan began to laugh wildly.
"Time? Justin Time?" He asked grinning from ear to ear.
"No, it's Time with a `Y', not an `I' it's just pronounced like time." I
told him, looking down and feeling really embarrassed.
"Just-in Tyme." Ryan giggled.  My eyes looked up at him while I kept my head
down, wishing my face would lose it's redness.
"You are so cute when you blush Justin, you know? You're so sexy!" I
couldn't believe it.  Ryan Phillippe, was complimenting me on my looks.  He
called me cute and sexy!  This only caused me to blush even further.  I must
have been as red as a tomato.
"You know Ryan, you should give yourself some credit too. Look at yourself.
You don't know how many people would die to be in my position right now. You
are the most beautiful person I have ever met, on the inside too."
Ryan seemed surprised by the last part of my remark.  He smiled, genuinely.
God what a beautiful smile he had!  Ryan held out his hand gestured me to
come sit next to him.  I walked over to him and as soon as I was in range,
he grabbed my hand and pulled me down.  I fell on top of Ryan and slid off
of him right next to him.  Ryan placed his right hand on my leg and moved
his mouth towards my ear.
"Sweet nothing." He whispered.
"So that's what they mean when they say you want to whisper sweet nothings
into your ear."  I laughed before he then nibbled ever so gently my lobe.
My mouth was wide open and I shuddered.
Ryan then kissed me.  Our kiss was passionate yet calm, exhausting yet
relaxing.  His hand began to move up leg and onto my thigh, before it
slipped under my robe and again moved along my thigh on my skin.  I
responded by moving my hands over his hard chest and stomach, and lifting up
his jumper so I could get my hands to touch his smooth and well defined abs.
  I could tell by the moans he was letting out that he was liking it so far.
  His hand slowly moved over my boxer shorts and grabbed my hardening dick.
I moaned as he broke the kiss.
My hands were still under his jumper.  He looked at me for a moment with
such a beautifully innocent face that was asking if it was okay.  I simply
smiled and squeezed his nipples.  He shivered for a moment and just as he
seemed to recover I circled them slowly and ran my finger over them.  Again,
he succumbed to his pleasure.  Ryan leaned in toward me again, while my
hands played with his nipples and his hand was brushing my cock, and kissed
my neck.  I stopped all my movement.  There was nothing I could do.  My neck
was my weak spot.
I let out a moan of pleasure which I had never even heard come out of myself
before!  Ryan moved his right hand from my dick and with both of his hands
pushed me down so I was laying on the couch and he was leaning on me,
passionately kissing and biting my neck.  His tongue flicked around it then
he would kiss it, slowly bite it and then suck it.  I swear, that was pure
ecstasy.  My dick was now as hard as ever and my hands were hanging by my
sides.  Ryan leaned his head back for a minute.
"You really have a sensitive neck, don't you?" He asked, "It looks like I
have given you a bit of a hickey!" grinning that sexy grin of his.  I tried
to say something but his head suddenly went down and I felt it on my dick.
I took a deep breath of surprise and pleasure.  Ryan had the head of my cock
in his mouth through the boxer shorts.  Slowly, he was sucking it and just
moving his tongue around in hie mouth and over my head.  With his mouth he
undid the button, and my throbbing dick stood through the hole.  He then
leant forward towards my face again and I thought it should be my turn to do
something for him now.  I leaned up and forward, holding my hands against
Ryan's shoulders.
"Ryan," I began trying to stop him but he felt so good.
`Should I be doing this?' I thought to myself.  `On a couch?'  I springed up
like a lever but I went up too fast.  I leant forward too much and I lost
balance, bringing Ryan and I onto the floor with a loud THUD.  God, I can be
a klutz at the worst times! But maybe this time it was good.  What were we
thinking?
"Shit, sorry about that!" I said as we both stood up and straightened
ourselves out, breathing heavily.
"That's okay, we probably should make a move for breakfast." Ryan said half
heartedly.
"You mean lunch! I just fell on my breakfast!", Ryan laughed at me before I
continued, "Anyway, since it's almost lunch time now, in about an hour, why
don't we go down to the pool? There is a café thing there that would have
some meals."
"Sure, that sounds like a good idea." Ryan agreed.
"Great, meet me at my room! I'll see you then!" I said before I wrapped my
arms around Ryan's shoulders and kissed him quickly.  I then thought to
myself maybe it was good that I was a klutz, because things were getting
just a little too hot in there.  As I exited his room and smiled and waved
him good bye, I suddenly realised that wearing my boxers under a robe
wouldn't be a good idea.  Especially when the button on my boxers is undone!
  Luckily, no-one saw me as I finally made it to my room.  I walked into the
bedroom and layed down, hoping for a bit of a lay down or nap.
As I layed down I thought to myself what would have happened if I didn't
stop before with Ryan?  I don't know that much about him at all, and he only
knows a little bit about me.  This was going just a bit too quick for me, I
mean, I only really kissed him for the first proper time a few hours ago!
If I'm going to do this with Ryan, then I am going to have to do this
properly.  I want to love him, not lust him.  I thought to myself as I
prepared for a shower.  `But can I let myself love him?'

Ryan sat on his couch, perplexed and confused with a hand against his
forehead, reflecting back on what had happened this morning.  `Justin told
me about his problem, but that can't be all that's happened to him in the
last six months ago!  It just can't be.  I forgave him, when maybe I should
have apologised too.  Apologised for being too pushy last night.  But why
did I kiss him?  Out on the deck of the ship in the open!  And some asshole
took a photo.  I must have been recognised for a photo to have been taken.
That's all I need at the moment.  A scandal by the press saying `PHILLIPPE
KISSES MAN ON CRUISE'.  Justin could accidentally ruin my career!  Wait a
minute!  How selfish were my thoughts just then?  I care about Justin, he's
been through something, something more than what he will tell me but I care
about him.  He cares for me.  "beautiful on the inside."' Ryan smiled as he
remembered what Justin had told him.  `Well, sooner or later it was probably
going to be found out that I am gay, but why sooner?  Maybe it was just a
window or something in the ship.'
`Stop worrying so much anyway and stop acting like such a self centred
prick!'  Ryan then began thinking about what had happened forty minutes
earlier.  `Maybe I shouldn't have come on to him as much as I did.  I mean,
it was getting very hot, and I didn't really feel sure enough about it.  But
he is so fuckin' sexy!  Thank God he pushed us both off.  I don't know what
would have happened come five minutes later.  Well, I better start getting
ready.' Ryan thought to himself as he walked into his bedroom.
Ryan looked outside his bedroom window to check the weather before deciding
that he would put on some bright red board shorts even though it seemed to
be quite cloudy.  He put some blue pants over the bathers and a surprisingly
warm red tropical shirt over his chest.  He stared at himself in the mirror,
thinking to himself that he was on the cruise for taking a break, away from
Reese and the celebrity life, just for some fun.  But he met Justin, who was
so cute and sexy, and had that gorgeous Aussie accent.  Ryan enjoyed hanging
around him but wasn't sure he could be and do all the emotional aspects with
Justin.  Justin takes things a lot more seriously than I do, or maybe I am
not serious enough?  But what if he gets the wrong message about our little
session earlier?  I'd feel so guilty if I fucked him just for the sake of
it.  Like he said last night, it has to be for love.  Sex just seems so
empty after so many people.
Ryan left his cabin trying to shake away any thoughts of him and Justin as
an item, although he both liked and feared the idea.  He was afraid of
Justin, and what to do in the relationship.  All his past gay relationships
had mostly been for sex, Scott Wolf and Breckin Meyer came into mind, but
with Justin it was more.  That scared Ryan.  `What am I supposed to do?'
But he liked the idea of him and Justin as a couple because of Justin.  He
was sweet and funny, foreign and mysterious and damn sexy too, with that
beautiful tan of his, but he seemed so--so faithless?  So tragically passionate
about some aspects in life, probably because of what had happened to him
with Krystle.  But why did he move to America with his mum in the first
place?  Why was he so eager to get back?  Was his mum even on the cruise?
`I'll have to find out about what has happened to him, so I can then find
out about him, himself.'
Ryan reached Justin's door and knocked on it.
"Hello, Justin? It's me. Can I come in?"  He could hear the water running
and Justin's voice so Ryan decided to quietly come into the room and sit on
the couch.  Ryan noticed how Justin's room was just like hie except flipped
around.  A pleasant singing voice broke Ryan's thoughts.
"...last time really hurt me. I'm scared to fall in love, afraid to love so
fast, `cause every time I fall in love it seems to never last. But every
time your love is near, and every time I'm filled with fear.  `Cause every
time I see your face, my heart does begin to race every time." The water was
turned off as Justin continued to sing, while Ryan listened intently.  "One
half wants me to go, other half wants me to stay, I just get so all
confused.  I'm scared to fall in love, afraid to love so fast, `cause every
time I fall in love it seems to never last."
Justin stopped singing then but Ryan wanted him to continue.  The song was
vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember the artist.  Was Justin singing
the song about himself?  If he was, then Justin was just as confused about
them as he was.  The way Justin sang that song was so emotional, so honest,
Ryan could hear it in his beautiful voice.  So Justin is afraid to fall in
love so fast?
Ryan was sitting on the couch and saw Justin through the bedroom door which
was open.  Justin had a towel wrapped around his waist and Ryan just stared
in awe at Justin's beautifully tanned physique.  From his broad and strong
shoulders, down to his waist, Ryan was tracing down the muscular lines
across his back and sides, his wondering all over the place.  `Fuck he is
hot!' Ryan thought to himself as he continued to stare.
"It is considered rude to stare you know." Justin stated jokingly as he
turned to face Ryan.
Ryan was embarrassed and began to blush. "I'm sorry. Um, I did knock before
I came in, but I was listening to you sing, and it was so beautiful."
"You were listening to me? PS, you're blushing." Justin asked, worriedly.
"Yeah, um, Justin that was beautiful. You have a wonderful voice. You really
should consider a career in music. What song was it?"
"It was Every Time, by Janet Jackson." Justin replied, blushing. "Anyway, I
did try to get a career in music, and I even had a couple of songs I wrote
but they wanted the songs, not me."
"Really? What exactly do you mean?"
"They said that there were hundreds of people like me, and they said that
they were trying to get rid of all the people like me. Then they said `But
we really love your songs'. I told them I wanted to sing them myself, not to
sell them, but they wouldn't agree to it, so I left."
"What place was that Justin?" Ryan asked.
"Sony Music." Justin replied grimly.
"Did you try anywhere else? I'm sure that there would have been a record
company willing to pick you up, I mean, you have the most voice I have ever
heard!"
"I didn't try anywhere else, and `most voice?'" Justin quizzed, smirking,
changing his tone.
"I mean, uh, you know what I mean!"
"Can I get changed now?" Justin asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." Ryan said as he turned around.  Justin turned his back to
him and Ryan waited a minute before turning around but Justin was just
sliding his black board shorts on.  `Damn!' Ryan thought to himself as he
missed an opportunity to check out Justin's fine looking ass.  Those bathers
sure look tight on Justin.  Hmmmm.
"Come on Ryan, we better go to that café and get some lunch or pretty soon
it will be dinner time!"
"Sure, okay." Ryan replied as Justin took a towel and a t-shirt in his hand.
They quickly exited Justin's room and walked down the nice carpeted and
classy hallway, out of the double door that lead to the outside area which
had two sets of stairs going down to a large pool, and a separate spa too.
The café was in a place so that a line drawn from the pool to the spa to the
café to the pool would have made a triangle.  The wooden floor boards were a
little wet and the umbrellas over the tables at the café were open.  It was
lucky that some of the early cloud had cleared, although there were only
about seven people in the area anyway.
Justin placed his stuff on a table and told Ryan that he was gonna go up to
the counter and get some lunch.  As he told Ryan that, he reached for his
wallet.
"Shit! Justin, I forgot my wallet!" Ryan yelled.
"Hey, I can pay for you, don't worry!" Justin said earnestly.
"No, I'll get it."
"Sure?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I won't order until you get back then."
Ryan simply nodded before walking briskly away! `How could I forget?'

`Well, Justin sure seems to like to pay for his stuff! Wait a minute - I'm
complaining?' I thought to myself laughing.  Since being with Ryan., I had
actually laughed!  `I could get used to this', I thought as I looked around
the boat and leaned on the fence, and saw the sparkling reflection of the
sun on the water.
"The view is nice, isn't it?" a vaguely familiar voice asked.
I nodded my head in agreement until I turned to face the stranger.
"What are YOU doing here!?"

To be continued...

I'm sorry this part took a while to come (and that it also isn't properly
indented), but I've started school stuff again.  Well, any positive or
negative comments, please send them to: boy_boogie@hotmail.com and I hope
that integrating Ryan's perspective worked well! I put it in to give a
different view on what was happening, but I will still make Justin's POV
real, so you (the reader) can be able to tell when he's wrong and stuff.
Well, I hope you enjoy it, cause the next part is gonna get interesting!