Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2003 05:20:13 +0000
From: sushiboy209 (at) hotmail.com
Subject: Bumping Into Love 4

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Hello peoples of the world.  Sorry this installation has
taken quite a while.  I've had a lot going on.  You'll read
about that in a later chapter though.  I had a break in
school work over this wonderful Thanksgiving, and actually
had time to post this.  Chapter 5 should also be up soon,
but then again I have no idea when my next chance to submit
will be, hopefully Christmas.  Anyways, there is some juicy
shit coming up in the next few chapters, so bear with me.
Cheers! - A.Carmichael


                      Bumping Into Love
                          Chapter 4

     The next few weeks I sort of disappeared from the
world.  I had exams coming up and I needed to start my pre-
study preparations, which consisted of such things as making
flash cards and making sure I had all of the notes.  Once
that was done, the studying began, and I truly did disappear
to my room for a week.  I would call Eric during my breaks,
and it was quite nice to hear his voice.  I had to resist
inviting him down, but I felt that I could survive a few
more days on just the sound of that voice.  I got in trouble
and had a detention because I was studying in the library
during my study hall, and due to the lack of sleep I was
getting because of the studying I was doing at night; I
ended up falling asleep in a corner out of sight, and missed
my next class.
     Then it was all over.  I spent all that time and
effort, for a few measly, two-hour sessions scribbling madly
to finish in time.  And as soon as they were over I called
up Eric, and he came and picked me up at school.  It felt
great getting piss ass drunk that night as a celebration for
completing the semester.  I knew I passed the exams, I
didn't really care, the only way they could have affected my
grades much was if I had failed any of them.  I had gone out
with Caroline because Eric had another exam the following
day, and he felt he should stay home and study.  He
practically threw me out of his room, at around six, saying
that he really needed to study, and I was distracting him.
I asked him if he minded if I went, but he told me to have a
fun time, and he would see me the next day.
     Caroline and I went out stag, since Alex had the same
exam the following morning for their philosophy class.  We
had a hell of a time.  After we pounded down a few shots, we
were out on the dance floor having a grand old time.  She
taught me some moves, I taught her some.  We got really
seductive with each other at one point.  Of course we were
both only kidding around, but it was fun.  A couple of guys
dancing next to us were giving me dirty looks, but I just
got more into it, and grabbed her ass.  We were both all
giggles as the cab came that her friend called us, and when
we got home, the party didn't end.  We sat down in the
kitchen and she whipped out the shot glasses and a bottle of
tequila, and after that, my memory become a blur, and I woke
up the next morning asleep on the couch, my face wedged in
between Caroline and the couch, with a pounding migraine.  I
again swore to the porcelain thrown never to drink that
heavily again.
     By the time Eric came home from his exam, the migraine
was pretty much gone, and he was all smiles.  He practically
had me undressed before he even got me upstairs and in his
bed, but let me tell you, the sex that day was phenomenal.
We had both been pent up for the past two weeks with work,
and between him and I, we had thirty-eight days of wanton.
We lounged around for the rest of the day; I ended up
sleeping over once again, and after a few more rounds of
drinks, we had a night filled with mind-blowing sex.  I
don't know what time I passed out from exhaustion, but Eric
was there and I snuggled up to him.  I wish he had been
there when I was little, because I had no worries when I was
in his arms.  I knew the boogieman would never be able to
get within five feet of me when I was snuggled in his arms.
        I dropped Eric off at the airport the next
afternoon, and then drove for home.  He was going home for a
week, and then he was meeting me in Miami on the 27th.  When
I got home, I was surprised to see my dad there.  He had
decided to take an extra week off, well more like he decided
to work away from the office for an extra week.  He took me
and my mom to Haruki's, my favorite restaurant, and we had a
nice time.  He asked about school and life, everything
except for Eric.  I was a little discouraged by this, but I
decided that I wouldn't let it get me down.  I had three
weeks off, and I wasn't going to let something he said, or
more, something he didn't say, ruin any second that was
absent of schoolwork.  On the ride home from Haruki's my
cell phone started ringing.
"Hello?"  I answered.
"Hi Andy."
"Oh, hey Laura, how are you?"
"I'm well, how about you?"
"I'm doing about the same."
"That's good."
"Yeah, well I got a question for you?"
"Okay.?"
"Well I was supposed to go to Boston tomorrow with Kristin
to go shopping and just have a fun time, but she isn't
feeling well, so I was wondering if you wanted to go?"
"Hold on a sec, let me ask my parents."  I said.  "Hey, can
I go to Boston with Laura Kacewicz tomorrow?"  I asked my
parents.
"Yeah, that's fine."  My mom replied.
"Yeah, my parents say it's cool."  I said to Laura.
"Okay, how about I pick you up at around nine?"
"Sounds good to me, see you then."
"Bye Andy."
"Bye Laura."


                             ***

     The next morning I woke up at eight, which was a little
early, but whatever, I was spending the day with Laura
Kacewicz.  It was worth it.  I took a shower, put on some
styling cloths; I had to look my best.  I heard the doorbell
and ran to the door, to see Laura looking as elegant as
ever.  She gave me one of her killer smiles that make all
the boys melt, and we were soon on our way towards "The
Hub."  I was surprised that she had gotten me a chai and
some breakfast, but she told me it was all part of the
service.
     When we got to Boston we did a little shopping, and
then sat down for lunch at a nice upscale restaurant.
Normally I wouldn't have gone to a place like this, it was
just too expensive for a lunch, but we were both having a
fun day, and we felt a nice lunch was deserved.  When our
meal was brought to us, I said to Laura: "Laura, I have no
idea what to get Eric.  I mean, I know something that I'm
going to give him, but it really isn't a material good.  I
know Eric isn't that sacrificial materialistic type, he
loves corny romantic gifts, but I feel he deserves something
really nice.  I really have no idea what to get him.  A
watch maybe?"
"Well I think a really nice watch might work, but does he
already have one?  That seems like something he would have
bought on his own."
"Shit, I didn't think of that, yeah he does have one, but it
looks sorta old though.  It's silver and nice, but it's a
bit tarnishing."
"Okay, well then maybe that's a good idea."
     We brainstormed other things for the rest of the meal,
and tried to think of other stuff as we strolled from shop
to shop on Newbury Street.  When we got to Copley Square, we
went into Louis Vuitton and had fun trying stuff on.  The
sales woman was giving us dirty looks when we were putting
the clothing items back.  She probably thought we were just
some kids trying it on for fun.  Though, Laura ended up
buying a white leather bag with multicolored LV logos on it.
This made the sales woman happy, seeing as how it was a
$1000 bag.  We then hit up Gucci, which was next door.  I
didn't see anything I really liked, but then again, Gucci
doesn't usually thrill me too much.  Laura found a sexy pair
of sunglasses.  They weren't necessarily for going to the
beach, but they definitely added to her flare of sex appeal,
and would be perfect for a night out on the town when she
went down to Florida after Christmas.  I had to drag her out
of the store because the sales guy and she were starting to
get really flirty, and I couldn't stand it anymore.  We hit
up the rest of Copley Square buying a few things here and
there.  We dropped into Armani Exchange, and French
Connection.  Now, FCUK has to be, by far, my favorite store
in the world.  I got a pair of pants and a funny t-shirt
that had a witty use of FCUK in place of FUCK.  We then hit
up Ralph Lauren, which again, was right across the way.  We
both got a pair of sunglasses that were beach worthy.
Lastly we stepped into Neiman Marcus for that final buy, a
pair of Manolo Blahnik pumps.  Laura, found a pair that she
was in love with, and when she tried them on and they fit, I
told her I'd buy them for her.  I thought she was going to
suffocate me, she hugged me so hard.
"You know I would have bought them myself."  She said as we
left Copley Square.
"Yeah I know, I'm just catching up on all of those missed
birthdays and stuff."
"Okay then, well I'm paying for the stuff from Ralph and
French Connection."
"Okay, then we're even."
"Good."  She said smiling.
"Where do you want to go now?"  I asked.
"I donno, it's about sixish, you wanna get some dinner?"
"Yeah sure, hey I've got an idea, let me call my brother and
his fianc, and we can go to dinner with them."
"Awesome, I'd love to have dinner with your brother, he's
hot."
"Eww, that's disgusting coming from your mouth."
She laughed.  "Now you know what if feels like when you say
the same thing about mine."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."  I said, dialing the number to
Sidney's apartment.
"Hello?"  Scott answered picking up.
"Hey dude, how's my favorite brother?"  I asked
sarcastically.
"You mean you're only brother."  He replied in the same
tone.
"Yeah, yeah, well, how's my big brother?"
"I'm doing pretty well.  It's been nice not having to worry
about work."
"I bet, you lucky bastard."
"Hey, watch your mouth."  He said joking.
"Whatever. So, what are you and Sid up to tonight?"
"Umm I think we might be going out for dinner, we're heading
off to the West Coast tomorrow for Christmas."
"Yeah, mom told me.  But I'm here in town, actually I'm
sitting in the car near Copley Square with Laura Kacewicz,
and we were wondering if you guys wanted to meet up for
dinner?"
"You were coming to Boston and you didn't tell me?"
"I know, sorry, it was a last minute thing though.  Laura
called at about nine last night and asked me."
"Still, I would have loved to spend the day with you guys.
I haven't seen Laura in ages, and you, well I never get to
spend any time with you anymore."
"Sorry Big Guy, but we were on an important mission.   You
wouldn't have wanted to come."
"Oh yeah, and what would that be."
"Emergency Operation:  Find my boyfriend a gift."
"Oh come on, I would have been perfect for that.  I know
what guys like."
"Yeah, you know what you and most straight guys like."
"Well Eric is a straight guy except for the whole part about
having sex with my little brother."
"Excuse me?"  I asked jokingly being offended.
"Oh you know what I mean, but seriously I would have known
what to get him."
"Okay then, if you are such an expect, what would you have
told us to get him."
"I'd go for a watch."  I laughed hysterically at this.
"What's so funny about that?"
"Oh nothing, I'll tell you at dinner.  Where do you guys
want to go?"
     We decided to meet them in a half hour for dinner at a
sushi bar that was over by them in Cambridge.  So by the
time we got over to Cambridge and found a place to park, it
was time to meet them.  I saw a light green Range Rover
parked across the street from the restaurant, and figured it
was Scott's.  And after entering, we looked around and saw
them sitting over in the back.  When they saw us
approaching, they both got up, giving me a hug.  Scott said
hello to Laura, and introduced her to Sidney.
"How are things with Eric?"  Sidney asked me once we had
settled down and ordered.
"Things are going pretty well.  He's coming down to spend
some time with me in Miami."
"Oh, that'll be fun."
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it."
"So what did you end up getting Eric?"  Scott asked.
"I got him a bunch of little things, one of them being a
watch."
"See, what did I tell you, I'm good at this sorta thing."
Sidney and I both looked each other and burst out laughing.
"Oh be quiet you two."  He replied.  The waiter came shortly
after, bringing us our food.
"So Sidney, what are you doing in Boston?"  Laura asked.
"Well Scott and I went to Yale together for undergrad, and
now I'm here in Cambridge at Harvard for law school."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'm in my third year."
"That's awesome, you must be quite the lady."  Laura
replied.
"Oh she is."  Scott piped in.
"You'd think so, wouldn't you?"  Sid said to him, and they
went off on a tangent complimenting each other, which ended
with them each having a huge grin plastered across their
faces.
"You guys make me sick.  I don't know if I'm gonna be able
to do the wedding if you keep those looks up."  I said
facetiously.
"Hey, at least I'm not giving her another look."  Scott said
raising his eyebrows in a sexual way.
"Oh god, that did not just come out of your mouth.  What has
come over you lately?  I think it must be living in England.
I'm glad I have yet to stay at your place since you've been
back, because you're a sex-crazed maniac.  Sid, I'm not even
gonna repeat the words he used about Eric when we were at
lunch in New York."
"Oh it wasn't that bad."  Scott defended.
"You flat out asked if I had lost my virginity, and then you
later went on talking about how you didn't like the idea of
some guy `fucking the brains out of my little brother.' And
I quote exactly."
"I did not."
"Yes you did."
"Boys, boys, we are not going to get into this here."
Sidney said interrupting our argument as Laura and she
laughed at the identical pout we had on our faces from being
reprimanded.  Hey we are brothers after all.
     The rest of the dinner went more civilized.  Scott and
I joked around some more.  I was really going to miss him
when he went back to London for the spring.  Though he had a
job lined up in Boston starting in August, so he was moving
back to the U.S. after the wedding.  But after that, I
really wasn't sure what their plans were.  Scott said they
were definitely thinking about raising a family when we had
lunch in New York, but I think they both wanted to get more
settled first.  Sidney still had to finish Law School,
though she was at the top of her class, and was going to get
a job at some high price firm when she graduated.  I think
she still wanted to get herself known before she took time
off to have a baby.  And Scott, I knew he'd make a great
father, but he just wasn't ready for the responsibility yet.
Sometimes I wonder if he was even ready for the
responsibilities of marriage.  I mean just look at the way
he acts with me, we are like little bickering kids.
     When we finished our meal we decided to go over to
their apartment for a little while.  I spent some more time
talking with Scott.  I was really sad that he wasn't going
to be in Miami for Christmas.  What was even worse was that
he was leaving to go back to London on the 3rd, so I really
wasn't going to see him much again, until he came back from
England in May.  I gave him a big hug when Laura and I were
leaving.  The ride home from Boston was very quiet, and
Laura dropped me off at home at about eleven.  I talked with
my parents a little, as they were reading in bed, but then
crashed for the evening myself.

                             ***

"Hello?"  I asked picking up the phone.
"Hey, it's Meg."
"Hey, what's up?"
"Oh, nothing much, I was just wondering if you wanted to do
something today."
"With you?  Of course."
"Good, how about I pick you up in an hour and we can just
figure out what to do from there?"
"Okay, sounds good to me."
"See you soon."
"Bye."
     Soon I saw Meg pulling around the circle in front of my
house.  She parked, and got out, walking up to the door,
ringing the bell.
"Hey come on in, I gotta show you what I got Eric."  I said.
She came in, and I followed me to my room.  I hadn't wrapped
Eric's stuff yet, so I got it out.
"Do you think he'll like `em?"  I asked.
"If someone gave this stuff to me, I think I'd marry them
right then and there."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Sweet!  Well how about we get going?"  I said.
"Okay."
     We piled into Meg's Audi and headed up to Providence
where we had dinner and a little more Christmas shopping.
We decided to head back home after our shopping and lounge
around Meg's house some.
"So, how's your hunk of a man?"
"He's good.  I dropped him off at the airport yesterday, and
sadly I already miss him."
"Aww, that's so cute.  God I wish I was in a relationship
like yours.  Eric seems like he's a really caring guy."
"Yeah, I got lucky.  He's really romantic, and really smart,
he's pretty sensitive too.  I know he doesn't share all of
his feelings with me, but he shares most."
"The best part is the package it's all wrapped in."  Meg
said causing us both to laugh.
"Yeah, who would have guesses the captain of the Brown
lacrosse team was gay, and had a thing for me?"
"You lucky bastard.  It seems all the guys I'm attracted to
are either high 20 out of the 24 hours of the day, or gay."
"Meg, we've been over this, I'm not available, so don't even
try to flash me."
"Damn it, and I really thought you wanted some tit tonight."
"Oh God!  That reminds me of the time I helped you with your
Geometry project."
"OH YEAH!  That was hysterical."
"Yeah I'd have to admit my options of reward were
quite.comical.if there is even a word to describe it."
"Oh come on, how could you pick a new belt over seeing some
tit, or a nickel?"
"It's actually quite easy, one, I don't like breasts, and
we've been over that more than once I know.  Two, a nickel?
You know were that leads."
"Yeah, tickling someone's pickle."
"Exactly and lastly, because who can resist accessories."  I
joked in a very feminine voice.
"You are so gay!  It really amazes me that your sister
didn't figure it out."  She laughed.
"Well my sister wasn't necessarily snooping around trying to
figure out the sexuality of her younger brother."
"Oh, and like I was?"
"You read my diary for Pete's sack."
"Well it was just lying there."
"Yeah, in the drawer of my bedside table."
"So what, that doesn't mean don't read."
"It's a diary!"
"Those are public record, quite your fussing."
"You're impossible.  Now you know why you can't find a
boyfriend."  I said laughing.
"Well, I'm an actress, I'm a dramatic person."
"Right."
"Oh shut up mister."
"Wait, did you ever get that audition?"
"No, I got a call back, but they picked some perky breasted
bimbo instead."
"You should have had my mom call, she knows people around
the city."
"Nah, it's okay, I really didn't care for the part that
much."
"Meg, it's a part, it's better than nothing."
"Oh well, hopefully I'll get into the program at Tische, you
know the acting school at NYU, this summer."
"Yeah, that would be awesome.  I'd definitely come and visit
you a lot."
"I'm looking forward to it."  She said smiling.  "So did
Eric ever decide if he was coming down to Miami over break?"
"Yeah, he's coming down the 27th I believe.  I can't wait."
"Ugh, just picturing him in a bath suite is making me
moist."
"Eww, Meg!  That's disgusting."
"Sorry, but it's true."  She said, as I looked down at my
watch.
"Shit Meg, it's like eight.  I should probably be heading
home."  I called my mom and she said she'd be to Meg's in a
twenty minutes; she was at the airport picking up my sister.
"Yeah, well I had a great time today.  We are totally
getting together when we get back from vacation."
"Definitely, we're gonna have to go crash some parties and
show them how it's really done."
"Oh you know it boy, have fun in Miami."  She said giving me
a hug after I put my coat on, when my mom arrived.
"I will, and you missy, you behave yourself in Aruba, don't
do anything I wouldn't."
"Oh, and like that leaves a lot out."
"Well.now that I think about it, that statement doesn't hold
much anymore."
"Yeah, yeah.  Just remember to always use protection."
"MEGHAN!"  I said flabbergasted.
"Yeah boy, you heard me, now get going before I show you a
demonstration."
"Oh, like I need one."  I said, both of us in hysterical
laughter.
"Love ya cutie."
"Love you too babes, have fun."
"Bye!"
"Bye!"
     When I got home, my dad had gone to blockbuster and
gotten a movie, so we all watched that, and then went to
bed.

                             ***

     I woke up the morning the morning of 23rd feeling very
refreshed from a nice full night of a sleep.  It felt good
to sleep till 10, but my mom wasn't so thrilled because I
had two hours to pack before we left for the airport.  I
waited till the last minute and threw my bag into the trunk
of the limousine waiting outside.  This was another occasion
in which we road in one, because my parents didn't want to
leave one of the cars at the airport.  But I figured if I
needed something, I could certainly buy it in Miami.
     The flight down was fine, and when we landed in Miami,
there was another limousine waiting to take us to our
apartment in Miami Beach.  We had a shit load of stuff,
which the doorman nicely hauled up to the penthouse.  It was
mainly Christmas presents, and things of that sort.  My
sister and I helped my mom unpack that shit and place them
under the "Christmas Tree," which was in fact just a small
palm tree that we put colored lights on, but after that my
sister and I went down to the beach to catch a few rays
while we still could.  We had to plaster on the 45 SPF,
because we were white as ghosts, and neither of us wanted to
look like we could have appeared on the menu of Red Lobster.
     On Christmas Eve my sister, mother and I spent the day
at the beach that our apartment overlooked.  I was amazed at
how nice the public beaches were down there.  Compared to
the beaches in Rhode Island, South Beach was pristine, and
because the crews were out in the wee hours of the morning
it seemed as if the beach magically cleaned itself.  I
called Eric at about noon, and we talked for a while.  He
was flying down the 27th, and he was going to spend about a
week with me down there.  I was looking forward to his
arrival, and I couldn't wait to give him his presents.
     Christmas morning we all slept in, including my father.
I must have been the last one to get up, because they all
woke me up by sitting on my bed, making themselves comfy and
started opening their stockings.  I got some funny little
jokes, such as "forksticks," they are two chopsticks but the
ends that you hold up have forks at the end.  My sister got
a thong, or "butt floss," as we like the call them, as a
joke from my mom.  My mom got a stainless steal sieve.  My
sister and I asked her what she wanted and she said a
stainless steel sieve that she saw at William Sonoma, so
that's what we got her.  My sister made up a gift
certificate for a prostitute on Photoshop for my dad.  He
thought it was the funniest thing he had ever gotten.  When
we were done with our stockings we sat down in the living
room where the "Christmas Tree" was, and reminisced about
past years Christmases as we ate some muffins and bagels and
drank our tea, coffee, and OJ, respectively.
     We finished the gift unwrapping shortly after, and soon
the whole room was covered in wrapping paper.  My sister and
I got a lot of cloths.  Els got some DVDs and a new
entertainment system for her dorm room.  I got a few books
that I was planning on buying over vacation, but somehow my
mom found out about them.  My mom got my dad an original Van
Gogh for his office.  She didn't actually bring it down to
Miami with us though.  Instead she just gave him a picture
of it, wrapped in a huge box, and told him that it was in a
vault at the bank.  My family wraps things in very weird
ways, for instance, I got my sister a couple of DVDs, so
what do I do?  I wrap them together, and then tie them
hanging from a string in a 4x4x4 foot box.  Therefore when
she shook it she wouldn't know what it was, but she'd think
it was something big.  My dad in return got my mom a
beautiful diamond necklace, and matching earrings that he
had gotten made special for her.
     We spent the rest of the day down at the beach.  We had
reservation for dinner at seven, and we headed back up to
shower and get dressed at around five.  Dinner was lovely,
and it was nice spending the time with my family.  We all
missed Scott not being around, but we all knew that he was
moving into a new phase in his life, one that we weren't the
focus of.
     My sister, mother and myself all protested when my
father broke the news to us the next day, that he had to
head back to New York that night, because supposedly there
was some crisis at the office that he had to go clean up.  I
for one didn't buy it.  For some reason I felt that it was
due to the fact that Eric was coming down the next day, but
he said he had to go, and we all were sad too see him hop
onto his plane and fly off.  I was bummed for a little bit,
but I realized that Eric was coming to visit the next day.
     I could hardly sleep that night knowing that I was
going to be seeing Eric in a few hours, but I finally did
drift off at about 3 AM.  My mom woke me at around 10:30, so
that I would have enough time to shower, get dresses, eating
something, and then head off to pick Eric up at the airport.
I waited at the exit to the terminal, and I was really
beginning to worry when the monitor said his flight had been
on the ground for fifteen minutes and I still had not seen
him exit.  I was pleasantly surprised when I felt a tap on
my shoulder.  I turned around to meet those gorgeous brown
puppy eyes.
"Hiya baby, you miss me?"  He asked, as I engulfed him in a
hug.
"You don't know how much."
"Oh, I bet I could guess."
"How did I miss you come out of security."
"Well my flight got in a little early, and I decided to go
wait for you out by the pickup, but I didn't see you, so I
came back in and there you were."  He gave me a quick kiss.
"Yumm, and you taste as good as ever."
"You're telling me."
"Well how `bout we head to the beach."
"Let's, I can't wait to see your hot body in a bathing
suit."
"I can't wait to see you later tonight wearing nothing."  He
whispered into my ear.
My eyes lit up in shock, but I didn't respond to his naughty
comment.  I could hardly keep my hands to myself on the ride
home from the airport.  His lips looked and tasted so good,
and his sent, oh how I missed that sexy, comforting sent.
We got up to the apartment, and I found a note from my mom
and sister saying they were down at the beach.  So we put
our suits on, and headed down.  We found them in lounge
chairs down by the water laying out tanning.  They were busy
reading books, and my sister had headphones on so she didn't
hear us approach.  My mom got up and gave Eric a hug, and we
got chairs of our own.  My sister didn't notice us, until
the stage when Eric had his shirt off and I was rubbing
suntan lotion into his back.  It was great rubbing those
strong, taught muscles of his back.  My sister appeared a
little shocked at first, when she saw my stud of a man, but
she got her tongue back, and politely introduced herself.
They talked for a little while, and hit it off while I laid
back and caught some rays.  But after a half hour, I asked
Eric if he wanted to go for a little dip.
     He was a little playful in the water.  We got in a
splashing fight that ended with me being thrown in the air
numerous times.  It wasn't fair, he was taller and stronger,
but whom am I complain, he was amazing.  We went back to our
chairs and laid out some more.  Elspeth and my mom went up
shortly after, but Eric and I wanted to stay out longer.  I
noticed Eric was getting a lot of stairs, mainly from a
group of women that were to our left.  They were in their
early twenties, about the same age as Eric.  All of them in
the group of four were attractive.  I didn't mind their
stares, but I noticed that they started talking to each
other, and then one of them got up.  She was the prettiest
of the group.  Rather tall, with blonde hair.  She had a
nice figure; skinny, but with muscle.  I was surprised that
her breasts weren't bigger, but I think that's what made her
more attractive.  She looked like a real woman, not some
fake Barbie.  She walked up to our seats next to Eric, who
was closer to them.  He had his eyes closed and probably
wouldn't have noticed her if she hasn't blocked his sun.
"Hi I'm Emily."
"Hi, Emily, what can I do for you?"  He asked politely
opening his eyes and looking up at her.  I decided to just
leave it be and see how he dealt with it.
"Well my friends over there," she said pointing to her
friends, who waved at Eric when they saw what she was doing,
"saw you and your brother come down, and well, I'm going to
be blunt with you, we all think you are gorgeous, and we
were wondering if you wanted to go out with us tonight to
some bars or something."  She said with a smile.
"Well Emily, I'm a afraid you and your friends are out of
luck today."
"Aww why's that?"
"Well see, I just got in from Pennsylvania today, and my
boyfriend over here," he said, as I sat up and gave her a
little wave, "hasn't seen me in a little while, and I sorta
promised him a romantic night tonight."
She stood there for a second in shock a little.  I had lain
back down, and was pretending to not be paying attention.
"Damn it.  Why do all the hot ones have to be gay?"  She
said to herself laughing. "I'm sorry, I thought he was your
brother."
"Nope, but I hope you and your friends have fun tonight."
"Well it was nice talking to you anyways."
"Yeah, I'm sure I'll see you around some more."
"Yeah, we're here until the 5th."
"Okay, well then, see ya around."
"Bye."
     With that, she walked back over to her friends.  They
all wanted to get the news out of her, and she must have
told them at the same moment that I had sat up to adjust my
chair, because they gave me death stares.  I rubbed it in
their faces though, and leaned over and lightly rubbed
Eric's left bicep, getting his attention, and told him that
I was about ready to head back.  He gave me one of his
killer smiles, kissed me on the forehead, and sat up.  He
stretched a little, showing all of the onlookers a marvelous
display of his raw muscle, and found his t-shirt that he had
put in his backpack, and pulled it on.  He gave me a short
hug once we were standing and ready to go.  He was doing the
same thing I was, but only I think it was so that anyone who
saw it wouldn't come up to him and hit on him again.

                             ***

     That night we had a quiet candlelit dinner at a nice
Cuban restaurant.  The place was great.  I had eaten there
before, but Eric had never had Cuban before, so he gave it a
try.  We had dressed up for the occasion, and Eric looked
damn hot.  He had on a light blue dress shirt that was tight
in all the right places showing off his amazing body, and a
pair of black dress slacks.  He had the romantic glint in
his eyes as we ate, and the shadows that were created from
the candlelight made his facial features look even more
chiseled and sexy.  He was a lot more affectionate in public
with me, than he normally was.  He had reached over and was
lightly rubbed my hand, which I had haphazardly placed on
the table as we were eating.  He was speaking to me in a
slight whisper that was sending chills up and down my spine.
His smile was quite big that night also.  He was getting a
few looks from another group of girls who were sitting a
couple of tables away.  These damn girls were starting to
get on my nerves.  Luckily this bunch didn't come over and
talk to him.  I think they got the message though when he
lightly kissed me hand when our meals had come.  I was quite
enjoying being treated like a king.  Though, dinner did
eventually end after we split some papaya and mango sorbet.
     When we returned back to the apartment my mother and
sister still weren't home from wherever they had gone off
to.  We sat down on my bed, and were planning on exchanging
our gifts.  From the looks of what was on the bed, we had
both gotten more than one gift for each other.
"You go first."  I said, placing his presents in front of
him.
"How many things did you get me?"
"Oh shut up, just open them."
     He did.  The first present he opened was Hugo cologne.
"It's my favorite.  And well, I thought it would smell
really great on you, but I'm not so sure now.  I was at the
mall and I saw it, but today when I picked you up that
airport one of the first things that hit me, was how much
your sent is an aphrodisiac."  I said spilling my brains.
"Oh, and what does this sent of mine include?"
"I donno, a mix of stuff, some cologne, deodorant, soap,
after shave, I'm not really sure what, but it all mixes into
this amazing sent of Eric.  You should bottle it, cuz it
makes my knees weak."
"Well now I will have a new ingredient to add to the
`sent'." He said laughing.
He opened his next present, which was a pair of white silk
boxers that had the multicolored Louis Vuitton logo on them.
"Those are so you can be fashionably stylin' even when you
are just lounging in bed with me.  Plus I thought they'd be
quite sexy on you."
"Oh so is this a present for me, or for you?"
"Lets just leave it as a present for both of us."  We
laughed again.
He opened his third present.  It was a silver Rolex watch,
with a black face.
"Jesus, do you think this thing has enough on it?  I feel
like it could practically think for me."  He asked
sarcastically.
"Well I liked it, and I know your old watch was getting a
little ratty."
"Yeah, I've had that for about ten years.  Thanks babes, I
love it."  He said giving me a kiss.
"Your welcome."
"Anything else?"
"Yupp, one more." I said handing him his gift.
He opened it and found a picture of the two of us, the same
one I had in my wallet of us asleep on a couch, snuggled
together, asleep.  We both look so calm and peaceful; it
brought a smile to his face.
"I love this one the best.  I'm gonna put it next to my bed
when I get home.  So the days I don't wake up to you in my
arms, I'll be able to see your adorable little face."  He
said, giving me another kiss. "Thank you."
"Okay, here you go."  He said handing me one of my presents.
Inside this box I found was a t-shirt from French
Connection.  Ironically I didn't have this one, but the
front it said "POSSIBLY." and on the back it said "the best
FCUK ever!"  I laughed at it.  "I'm glad you think I'm good
in bed."
"Not just good baby, the best."
"I'm flattered stud."  I said still laughing a little.
"Here is another one."  He said handing me another box, this
one smaller.  I unwrapped it to find a jewelry box.  Inside
I found small silver ring.
"It's called a wave ring.  This guy I know makes them, this
was the first one he ever made.  I got if for you because I
know that the sound of the waves relaxes you, so now that
whenever you are feeling stressed you can just run your
fingers along the ridges of the waves, and it really does
help."
"Thank you Eric.  It's beautiful."  I said giving him a
kiss, as I ran my fingers over the small rippled edges.  It
was the clich waves that outline many bobbles copying the
Greeks, these were slight sporadic bends in the metal.  "I
love it."
We sat there, looking at our gifts and each other.
"I have one more for you."  He said to me, getting up and
going over to his bag and pulling out a small wrapped box.
"Wait, me too."  I said getting up and getting another
wrapped box from my closet.
"Here."  I said giving it to him.
"Okay."  He said as he opened it.  Inside was a black felt
box, he opened it up, and attached to the top was a little
note, and at the bottom there was another piece of felt
covering something.  He started reading the note out loud.
"Eric," he read aloud, "I have been very fortunate to spend
the last few months of my life with you.  I have been lucky
to become so close to such an amazing man.  You are so full
of care and compassion.  You are so beautiful that not only
the sun and moon, but also the dazzling stars are jealous of
you.  Your eyes bring soothing to my soul, because I know in
the root of my being that you will never hurt me, or any
other living creature.  Your sweet voice is calming to me,
like the lapping of the waves.  When your strong fingers
entwine in mine I feel that they are the roots of some great
tree that has been standing on this earth for hundreds of
years, rooting me to you, because Eric, you have become my
rock.  You have become my world.  To me, the sun only rises
because you are here, because your beautiful face must be
illuminated.  Your smile casts away all my doubt.  Your soft
kisses awaken the spirit inside of me every morning that I
awake in your arms. What I'm trying to say is that over the
past few months that I've been with you, you have awakened
me to the world.  You've awakened my heart to the world.
Inside this box you hold in the key to my heart.  I love you
Eric Jacob Broman."  He had tears running down his cheeks
when he was done reading.  When he finished he looked up at
me first, and then he pulled back the piece of velvet that
covered the bottom of the box and underneath was a white
Austrian crystal cut in the shape of a heart with a small
silver skeleton key attached to it by a ribbon a white silk.
"Andrew.I.I.just don't know what to say." He said, the tears
still rolling down his cheeks.  I had never seen him cry
before, and right now, I was scared out of my mind that I
had finally admitted to him that I had fallen in love with
him.
"Wow, baby, you don't know how much this means to me.  Thank
you, I love you too."  He said, taking my hand in his and
kissing the back of it.  When he did this, all the worry and
doubt drained from me, and I had a smile on my face.
"Here open this."  He said handing me a small box that was
the same size as the box that had the ring in it.  I was all
smiles when I opened it.  Inside I found what appeared to be
a house key.
"Eric, what is this too?"  I asked finally getting my voice
back.
"My house."
"What?  Why are you giving me a key to your house?"
"So that way you can come over whenever you want."
"But what about Caroline."
"I already talked to her, she loved the idea."  He said
cutting me off.
"Oh." I said flatly.  There was a little silence between us.
I just wasn't sure what to think.  I had placed the box open
on the bed, as had Eric, and I sat looking at my hands and
glancing over at the key.
"This had been the best present anyone has every given to
me."  I heard him say.  I looked up him into his eyes.  He
was smiling, but I was mainly focused on his beautiful eyes.
He took my hands into his, and he started rubbing his
fingers, along the back of my hands, sending chills up my
spine.
"No one has ever made me feel the way you do.  I've felt
love before with other guys, but nothing ever this strong.
It scared me at first, but after the things you just said to
me, it no longer does, because I look into your eyes, and I
know that you feel it too.  It started as a small flutter in
my chest but it has grown into an explosion.  I can see it
in your eyes.  I can see it illuminating brightly like a
star.  I love you."  We both had tears in our eyes.
"Eric you mean so much to me, my heart ached this past week
while you were gone."
"I know baby, I missed you just as much."  He said pulling
me against his chest.
"Well we are here together now, and that is all that
matters.  I'd have to say that this has been the best
Christmas I've ever had, and it's because I've spent it with
you.  I loved the stuff you gave me, I love the note you
wrote me, I love you. I love spending time with you."
"I love you too Eric."  I said, as he kissed me on the
forehead.
"Hey I've got an idea.  It's really beautiful out.  Do you
wanna go for a walk down on the beach?"
"You're such a romantic."
"I know, but what are ya gonna do?"
"I donno, maybe kiss you to death and never let you go."
"I actually really like that idea."  He said smiling.
      The walk was very relaxing.  It was a little chilly
seeing as it was winter there, so we had on light jackets.
It was nice walking down the shore, feeling the sand between
my toes, and Eric's strong hand between my fingers.  It was
really comforting to be holding his hand, especially after
our little Christmas present swapping.
     He stopped me at one point, turning me away from him,
and pulling me back against his chest.  He had pointed me
towards the bright white moon that was almost full.  Neither
of us said anything, we just stood there, staring up at the
white orb in the sky.  I could hear Eric's heart beating in
his chest as I leaned against it.  It was a steady rhythm
that was faster then the crashing of the waves on the shore
in front of us, but somehow they remained in the same beat.
It was these intimate moments that I loved the most with
Eric.  It wasn't the sex, or his amazing body.  It was the
serenity of these amazing moments that we had that I loved
the most.  It was the tenderness and caring that he
possessed.  It was the aura of comfort that he embodied that
melted my heart and made me weak at the knees.
     During our moment staring up at the moon, he was
holding my hands, but in a way that was only Eric.  He would
use his long fingers to rub the palms and backs of my hands,
as well as massage up and down my fingers.  He did all of
this while he lightly kissed the back of my neck.  He knew
these sensations sent shivers up my spine, and it would make
me melt into him even more.
"You wanna head back?"  He softly whispered into my ear,
after a good 15 minutes.
"Sure."  I said turning around to face him.  I had to reach
up but I gave him a light kiss on the lips, warranting me a
knee-weakening smile.
     We took longer to get back than we did to get down to
where we were on the beach.  We laughed and joked, but I
didn't let go of his hand once.
"What are your mom and sister up to tonight?"
"Oh, I donno, I don't care either.  I just want to spend the
night with you."
"Me too, but I was just wondering how.umm.sound proof.the
walls of your room are in the apartment."
"Oh, so that's what you have in mind for tonight?"  I asked,
raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, and like you didn't?"
"I wanted to jump your bones when I met you at the airport,
but I felt it wouldn't have been very nice to let the driver
wait while we had a quickie in the bathroom."
"Oh, and since when have you ever had a quickie?"
"Never, but there's a first for everything."
"Does your sister know the things you think about?"
"Yeah, her and Scott are the ones that plants most of them
in my brain."
"Well I'm gonna have to have a talk with them, because I
don't like the things they're telling you, spoiling that
innocent mind of yours."
"Oh yeah, and like you've really kept me innocent."
"Hey, I'm the big strong man who has come to rape and
pillage you, I'm supposed to take you innocence, but it
doesn't seem that there is much to take."  He said with a
comical grin.
"Well rape and pillage all you want big boy."  I said
jumping into a run the rest of the way back to the building.
Eric easily caught me, and wouldn't let me go.  He had
picked me up and put me over his shoulder.  The view of his
ass was quite nice from up there, but his tickles were
really not comfortable in that position at all.
     Once we got back to the apartment, we got into more
comfortable cloths.  This entailed me in my cotton pajamas
bottoms and a t-shirt, and Eric in his boxers.  We snuggled
on the couch, turning on the television to see if anything
interesting was on.  We ended up watching another movie.  I
wasn't really paying much attention though.  I was in a daze
thinking about Eric and myself.  I still couldn't believe,
even four months later, that a guy like him would really
want to be in a relationship with me.
"Eric?"  I asked.
"Yeah baby?"  He replied kissing me on the forehead.
"I don't think I've ever really asked you this question
before, but I've noticed that you don't really have any
friends who are gay."
"That's not a question."  He replied, still watching the
movie.
"Well, do you?"
"Yeah, they aren't my best friends, but I have friends."
"Oh, have I ever met any of them."
"No. I don't think you have.  If you had, you'd know it."
"What d'ya mean?"
"Well a couple of them are a little bit flaming."
"Oh." I said pausing a little.  "Do your other friends, like
Greg and those guys, like me?"
"Yeah, of course they do, why do you ask?"
"I donno." I said again pausing.  "I mean, I am sixteen, and
they don't have a problem with that?"
"They don't have a problem with it that I know of, but they
think you're pretty cool.  They were in hysterics when you
played football with us a couple weeks ago, after
Thanksgiving."  He was referring to a Saturday in the
beginning of December, before exams when I had slept over
the previous night, and we ended up having a little football
game.  It was Eric, his friends, and I.  Now they are all
over six feet tall, and then there was little ol' me.  It
was a little to their advantage when I tried tackling them.
I had somehow managed to catch up to his friend Steve who
was running with the ball.  That alone was a miracle.  I had
jumped on him, and had him in a headlock, trying to pull him
on the ground, but he just kept running, with me hanging
from his neck.  It was a pretty funny sight.  Even after he
had scored a touchdown, I was still trying.  I remember
yelling, "Jesus, you could at least pity me and fall down or
something," but no he would not fall.  Eric and his other
friends were gasping for air, when Steve attempted to pull
me off of him.  I didn't let go until Eric showed him how to
get me off and started to tickle my exposed torso.  Eric and
I were on different teams, so we had a fun time playing
against each other.  I couldn't get the ball from him, so I
decided to play dirty.  I punched him in the stomach, took
the ball, and ran for it.  Now, he wasn't hurt, but it
caught him off guard and with his taught stomach, I couldn't
have hurt him if I tried.  His friends were laughing at him,
so he ran after me, and when he caught me, he tackled me.
That hurt a little.  Having a two hundred pound human fall
on you can be pretty painful, but I was used to it from my
brother and sister.  I was flailing my limbs trying to hit
him with something, but he eventually had me pinned.
"You are so gonna pay for that one later."  He stated.
"Oh really?  And what are you gonna do to me?  Something
naughty I hope."  His friends could hear our conversation,
and surprisingly they were laughing.  I thought some of them
might have been put off by my comment.
"No, I was thinking maybe tie you up and tickle you until
you can't breathe anymore."
"I was hoping for more along the lines of raping and
pillaging."
"Nah, but I know you like the whole role playing scene
sometimes."
"Oh shut up, I do not!  It was you who had fun when I hand
cuffed you."  I was lying about the handcuffs, we had never
used them, but I just said it to get a rouse out of his
friends.  It had the right affect, because they were
laughing and making comments about Eric.  He though, wasn't
too happy.
"Baby, tell them that's not true."
I laughed at his misfortune.  "Only if you let me up."
"Okay, but you better be good."
"I promise."  He kissed me on the forehead and let me go.  I
stood up, noticing all the mud that was covering me.  It had
rained that night, and the contact of Eric tackling me had
both of us pretty caked in mud.
"He doesn't seem like it guys," I said to his friends, "but
Eric really likes the whole chain and whip scene."  I
immediately ran behind his friend Chris for protection,
because he tried to tackle me again.
"Now Eric, just because he tells little secrets about you
doesn't mean you have to beat him up."  Chris said,
defending me.  I was laughing with them.
"Nah, I was only kidding.  He hates kinky stuff, though I do
love it when he can be a little dominating."  I said giving
him a little hug.  "Now do you boys want to play football or
stand around and gawk at us all day?" I said picking up the
football on the ground.

"Yeah, that was a fun game.  We have to do that again.
Your friends all have great asses and it was a lot of fun
"accidentally" hitting them as I tried to tackle them."
"Yeah, they did ask about that later."
"Oh shut up, they did not."
"You know me too well."
"No, it's just that grin you get on your face."
"Hmm, I'm gonna have to get a new smile then."
"No, I love that grin."
"You do huh?"  He asked raising an eyebrow at me.
"Yupp, I do."
"Good, cuz you're gonna get a lot more of it."  He said
kissing me passionately on the lips.
"I like the grin on your face now better though."  I said
breaking the kiss.
"Mmm, lets take this back to your room just incase your mom
comes home."
"Good idea."  I said pressing against those luscious lips
again.
     Eric picked me up in his arms like I was some helpless
princes, and he was my knight in shining armor.  He laid me
down on my bed, and closed my door.  Returning to the bed,
he pinned me in a kiss.  His lips felt even more amazing now
than they did the first time I touched them a few months
ago.  They were just as soft, and they tasted just the same.
It was a special flavor, unique to Eric.  But the
electricity that they sent through me was a hundred times
stronger.  I knew I was alive when Eric kissed me.  His
kisses were still the same, tender but powerful.  It's an
oxymoron, but if he ever kissed you, you'd know what I mean.
They filled with passion and love, and they touch to the
depths of my soul.  That night, our mouths only parted a
couple of times.  Once to pull my t-shirt over my head and a
second time when he got up to get a package of condoms from
his bag.  That night, his hands had never felt so good
exploring me, and when he had finally entered me, I thought
I was floating on cloud nine.  I was entirely focused on him
that night.  The roof could have fallen on top of us, but
neither one of us would have noticed.  All that I was aware
of, was his big strong hands that I was holding, the feeling
of his lips on mine, and the magic that he was working
inside of me.  He prolonged our ecstasy that night.  He had
me on the edge of bliss more than a few times, before he
would slow down his pace, and started over again, building
up the feeling welling inside of me, inside of us.  I had
never felt more connected to him than when he was inside of
me that night.  I felt as if I could practically know what
he was thinking, and feel what he was feeling.  Yet
eventually it all came to an end, but not before an
explosion.  I longed for him to be inside of me when he had
withdrawn.  He rolled next to me, and I was longing for his
touch.  Though, I was so overwhelmed by the sensation that
had just occurred that I could hardly move myself.  My
eyelids were heavy and I could feel myself falling into
sleep, but I did feel Eric's arms wrap around me, and I
snuggled up to his strong form.
"I love you baby, good night."  He said kissing me lightly
on the forehead.
All I could respond with was an inaudible mumble that was
meant to be "I love you too Eric."

                             ***

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