Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2007 22:09:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Bobby <brokendreamboi@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beautiful Lie ch.12

The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities are entirely
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Beautiful Lie 12


"Zac, Tommy and Stacy will be here any minute! Please come down here."
mom shouted from down the stairs. Her voice seemed to carry on forever in
my room. I was going to go down and help her right before she hollered,
but I had to put a shirt on first.

Mom was in the kitchen pouring the wine. It was already six and Tommy and
Stacy were supposed to be here around six, so I think you get the point.

"Yo, mom," I said, walking to the fridge for a Ginger Ale. "What is
crackin'?"

Mom just kind of looked at me weirdly. "Anyways, if you and Tommy want
to hang out and eat in your room until about eleven then you can go
ahead. Your father, me, and Stacy can just drink wine, eat, and chat."

"All right, thanks mom!" I said happily. Just then the doorbell rang. I
ran up to the door, ran my fingers through my hair, then opened the door.
"Hey,"

"Hey babe," Tommy said happily, walking in and giving me a peck on the
lips.

"Hello Zac, nice to see you." Stacy said, taking off her coat and
hanging it on the rack that was near the door.

The parents all began chatting about things that I didn't want to know
about then. I took Tommy's hand and led him up to my room. Tonight I
wasn't feeling very horny, but knew that that would change in a matter
of minutes. But for now I just wanted to snuggle with Tommy.

"Can we watch The Lost World?" Tommy asked.

I looked at him with surprise. "Really?"

"Well, yeah, it's not my favorite movie, but that doesn't mean I don't
really like it." he said.

"Okay, I'll put it in then and we'll have a Jurassic Park trilogy
marathon starting with number two." I laughed.

I put in the DVD while Tommy got comfortable on my bed, which was
removing his shoes and lying down. Once the DVD was in and playing I
crawled up next to him. The bed was already a little warm from his body
heat. To say the least, I was in fact cold. Tommy sensed this and wrapped
his arms around me as the titles began.

*

`I love you. I just don't...need you right now.'

`I'll tell you what you need, a good anti-psychotic.'

`I'll be back in five or six days.'

`No, you'll be back in five or six pieces.'

"Hey," I said to Tommy seriously. "I love you,"

He giggled. "I love you too," His stomach growled just then. I
couldn't help myself, I had to laugh. "Yeah, I'm hungry. No, I'm
starving."

"Well, my mom ordered the food like almost an hour ago. She did order a
lot, but it should be here any minute."

"What if I die before it gets here though?" he whined.

"Maybe I could try and take your mind off of your hunger?"

"That might work," he said coyly.

I turned over so that I was facing him. He looked so cute waiting for me
to pleasure him. Leaning my head forward I went straight for his lips.
When our lips met it was like our first kiss all over again. I reached
down, undoing my pants, and then I slipped my hand inside of his briefs.
When my hand brushed against his tender head Tommy let a small moan from
his lips.

"Mmm, you like that?" I asked seductively.

Alls Tommy could do is moan again. I grasped his member and slowly
started to jack him off. It was hard to jack him off from the side so I
sat up next to him. I found his lips again and started to suck on his
tongue. That, and jacking him off, was starting to throw him over the
edge and he started to squirm.

"Zac...I think I'm getting...close..." Tommy moaned. I sped up,
increasing the pleasure. "Yup, definitely...there..." When I felt his
body tense up I stopped jacking him off and just sat there. "Huh?
W-why'd you stop?"

"I want to have a romantic moment for our new year."

"You dirty dog," Tommy panted. "That is so cruel."

"Aww, you still love me right?" I gave him my best pouting face.

"I guess I do still love you, but just you wait until I get my hands on
you tonight." he said with a hint of seduction. Just then, the door bell
rang. Tommy jumped up and pulled his pants back up then ran downstairs.
Man, I guess he really was hungry. I laughed to myself then walked
downstairs myself. When I got in the kitchen there was Tommy digging
through the bags and taking out all the food.

"Babe, calm down." I giggled.

"I told you I was starving." he said, not turning away from the food.
Mom, dad, and Stacy were in the living room watching a movie or
something. I really wanted to tease Tommy right then and there, but...no,
maybe I can.

I moved my hand on his butt and started to squeeze. Tommy slowed down his
rapid search for food, but still didn't turn around. I walked to his
left side and slid my hand in his pants and briefs then jacked his member
a few times before going to the sink and washing my hands with a huge
grin. Tommy just stared at me with lust in his eyes.

Everyone ate dinner in the dining room while sharing in idle
conversation. Actually, it was more the adults talking and then Tommy and
me talking. However the talking arrangement was, the dinner was excellent
and I ate way too much of it. That problem only lasted a few minutes
though before Tommy dragged my upstairs and back onto my bed to finish
our movie.

Around eleven my mom called us downstairs to spend the next hour with
them. We didn't mind, but I was getting hornier by the minute. They
turned it to NBC to watch the countdown. For the next 57 minutes there
was more talking, more drinking, and more eating. Tommy and I were
allowed two drinks of wine, but that was it. Dad said he wouldn't want a
repeat of Pete's bachelor party.

Finally the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived. We each grabbed
a party popper and awaited the counter to strike zero.

The New Year's Eve Ball was just feet away from the building.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

"Happy New Year!" everyone shouted while using the poppers. The
thousands of people in New York were screaming and cheering, confetti was
flying everywhere, and fireworks were let off.

Mom and dad told everyone that they were going to bed now. Stacy was
going to be staying the night since she had a lot to drink and it was
getting later by the second. So, that only left Tommy and me in the
living room...alone...with no one even on the same floor as us. As soon
as Tommy heard bedroom doors shut he was all over me.

"Here? Now?" I asked, becoming overwhelmed by Tommy's assertiveness.

"Yeah, babe, I can't wait any longer. That teasing you did to me
earlier worked too well." Tommy said, lifting my shirt over my head.

"Do you...have any...lube?" I tried asking between his dives in my
mouth.

"Mmm, yeah," he moaned. "Take your pants off. I need you so bad."

I did as I was instructed without saying a word. Tommy yanked his pants
down and lubed up his member. I lied on my back, pulling my boyfriend
with me. His head poked at my hole just begging to enter. After making
out for a few more seconds Tommy entered me and began humping quickly as
if this was the last time we were going to have sex or something.

"Oh, oh, oh," I moaned. Tommy went even faster hearing my moans.

"Shit, I'm already close," he grunted. With one last hard thrust Tommy
started moaning wildly and shooting his cum up my hole. When I felt his
cum go in me I came myself. He fell on top of my, squishing my cum
between us. I suddenly got nervous about my parents or his mom coming out
and finding us like we were. "Mmm, that was amazing again. You know,
some things aren't better the second time, but this sex the second time
got better."

I giggled nervously. "Yeah,"

"Is something the matter?"

"Kind of," I whispered. "What if someone comes out and sees us like
this?"

"Well, big deal, but I think we should go take a nice, hot shower
because I can't stay like this and I'm cold. So, how bout it, hot
stuff?" Tommy said, cocking an eyebrow and licking his lips.

I didn't need to be asked twice. I jumped up from the couch, grabbed
Tommy's hand, and ran with him into the shower upstairs. From that point,
we had one of the hottest showers either of us had ever had.

When we were back in my room all we could think of was sleep. But
something was bugging me and I had to get it off my chest. And I don't
mean Tommy.

"Babe, I need to ask you something." I said quietly, gently pushing him
off my chest and sitting up.

Tommy sat up with me and rested an arm on my shoulder. "Okay, shoot."

"Well, remember when you said you'd go with me to visit...Hunter some
time?"

"You want to go visit him?" he asked softly.

"If you don't mind?"

"Nope, not at all. Just tell me when you wanna go."

"Can we go tomorrow?"

"Sure, no problem." Tommy hugged me tightly. I was trying hard not to
cry, but I couldn't help myself. Upon hearing my quiet sobs, Tommy lied
down and pulled me on top of him.

"I love you so much, Tommy, but I can't help it. He was my first love.
I thought we were going to be together forever." I began to cry harder.

"Shh, I understand, Zac. I'm sure you guys were great together."

"Oh, we were. You remind me of him so much, Tommy. That might sound
weird, but you really do."

"It's not weird, it's flattering."

I just lied partly on Tommy until I fell asleep. That night I had another
dream of Hunter. It wasn't a bad dream at all. In fact, it was very
opposite. I dreamt of our first time we kissed. That night was by far one
of the best nights of my life. But that part of my life is over now. The
memories of Hunter are all I have left and that is just fine because I
now have Tommy.

When I woke up, Tommy was still fast asleep. My clock next to the bed
showed seven. Hm, what to do this early? I do have to pee, but if I move
then I take the chance of waking up this angel next to me. Bladder or
boyfriend? I think I'm going to choose what every male would choose right
when waking up in the morning; bladder. Very carefully, I climbed over
Tommy and tiptoed out of my room.

My bladder emptied faster than I have ever witnessed. When I crept back
in my room Tommy was still fast asleep. I decided to go in the kitchen
and make everyone some coffee and breakfast.

Breakfast was simple, but delicious. Scrambled eggs, sausage, hash
browns, and toast took me twenty minutes, not including the time I made
the coffee and made some more orange juice. The house was still silent
except for the TV in the living room that I turned on to the Food Network
before I started cooking. Usually mom and dad are up way before me even
on holidays. But maybe the alcohol gave them extra...sleep...stuff; not
good with the chemicals of the brain.

"Morning," Tommy said in a morning soft voice.

"Oh, morning, babe," I said happily. "I made you some breakfast."

"So I smelt,"

"Did I wake you up?"

"Yeah, but I also noticed that you weren't next to me and I missed
you."

"Aww, aren't you just the sweetest guy." I said in a statement;
definitely no question about it.

I made him a plate and sat down next to him on the couch. We shared idle
conversation until another body drug itself into the kitchen.

"Hi, boys," mom said.

"Morning, mom," I said. "Um, Tommy and I are going to Hunter's site
today."

"Oh, okay," she said uneasily. "Are you-"

"Yes, I'm sure." I groaned. Tommy patted my leg then grabbed our plates
and into the kitchen. "I made everyone breakfast by the way."

"I see, thank you." she said.

Dad came downstairs a few minutes later all showered and clean. I figured
I should start getting ready to go to Hunter's grave. I'm thinking about
asking dad if I can drive his truck instead of taking mine or Tommy's car
due to the fact that his grave is in the mountains.

The steam from the shower felt so good going though my nose. It would
have been even better if my boyfriend was in with me, but he decided he
would rather help clean up. Man, I'm kind of tense. I know I was a bit
snippy to mom and now I'm bashing my boyfriend. Anyways, I finished my
shower and got dressed. When I walked back in my room Tommy was lying
down. He looked like he was about to fall asleep.

"Tired?" I asked.

"Eh, kind of," he said.

"Well, as soon as you get in the shower can we go? It takes about an
hour to get their and I'm going to ask dad if we can borrow his truck.
Hunter's grave is up in the mountains." I explained to my nearly asleep
boyfriend.

"Okay," he said sleepily. "I wouldn't be able to take a nap first
would I?"

I turned around from my closet and looked at him blankly. "A nap?"

"Yeah, only if you don't mind." But his eyes were already shut.

"Fine, fine, fine!" I said loudly, walking out with my shoes and socks
in hand, slamming the door behind me. I walked angrily downstairs and put
my shoes on. Without saying anything to anyone I grabbed my keys and
wallet then went out to my car and drove away. I figured that if Tommy
wanted to take a nap I could go and buy Hunter some fake flowers for his
grave and just...sit around for an hour or two.

When I got to Target I noticed how packed it was again. Big deal, I'm not
here for anything but some fake flowers. However, I noticed that after I
passed the toothpaste aisle for the third time that they don't have any
fake flowers. Kmart should have some though. So, I drove to the brand new
Kmart down the street from Target and found two aisles full of fake
flowers. It was hard to pick them, but I managed to choose the best
looking ones. In my bouquet there is a red, white, orange, purple, and
yellow tulip, two blue irises, four sunset roses, two red roses, and a
sunflower. I figured that was good enough for now. The total was
surprisingly cheap; five bucks. Shit, you could only get one real rose
for five bucks and I got fourteen flowers for that price even if they are
fake.

The time it took to shop for the flowers only took 45 minutes. I figured
Tommy deserves at least an hour and a half nap so I decided to just go
back to Target, order my usual-white mocha frappuccino-and just sit
around. The people at Starbucks were less then friendly and I felt rushed
beyond belief. Maybe I didn't want to have a frap, maybe I wanted a
coffee, but I held my cool as I remembered what happened the last time I
lost my temper.

For the next hour I just sat at one of the booths and sipped on my frap.
Many thoughts ran through my head in that time. I was getting myself
psyched up for going to the grave site. As much as I wanted to go home I
couldn't. Tommy needed his rest. Honestly, right now I could care less
though. Never mind, I do care. I love him so much. It should not bug me
that he needs a nap. Gosh, I am being such a bitch. What the hell is the
matter with me?!

I threw the rest of my frap away and walked back outside to my car. The
drive home was fast and short. When I walked inside mom and dad were
talking in the kitchen with Stacy.

"Hi guys," I said as happily as I could. "Say dad, can Tommy and I
borrow your F-150? We're going up to Hunter's grave today and it would
be easier with your truck."

"Sure, sport, just leave your car keys because I have some running
around to do today." he replied.

"All right, dad, thanks." I said, before running upstairs and into my
room. Tommy was just pulling a shirt over his head as I walked through
the doorway.

"Hey, speedy," Tommy giggled. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Dad's gonna let us use his truck."

"Cool, cool,"

Together we walked downstairs and said our goodbyes. Tommy handed Stacy
his car keys before going out with me to the truck. I liked driving
dad's truck; it has leather seating, power everything, a sun roof, and
is a crew cab.

The drive to the grave site surprisingly wasn't quiet. Tommy and I
chatted about anything. He was kept in awe of the scenery that we
continually passed. Hunter's grave site was in a small grassy plain with
a babbling stream surrounded by the wilderness. I made sure that it was
like that. His parents didn't want it, but I assured them that Hunter
had once remarked that if he were to die that he'd want to be spread in
nature. He absolutely loved the outdoors; rock climbing, water skiing,
sky diving. He has done it all.

The closer we got the more anxious and depressed I felt. Tommy noticed
and rested his hand on my knee. I saw the Kendall Wood Dr. exit sign and
knew I had actually arrived. I took the exit then followed the poorly
paved road out to the virtually deserted forest where Hunter rests. Once
I pulled on a turn off it was only a few minutes before we reached the
grassy area with a large stream that Hunter was spread in.

I stopped the truck and turned it off. "We have to walk the rest of the
way, but it's only like a few feet."

"No problem," Tommy said softly. "How are you doing?"

I looked at him with my blank expression. "The stream is this way." I
opened the back door and pulled out the bouquet that I bought for the
site. Tommy stood next to me then we started to walk.

There it is. I haven't been here since he died last year. It was the same
as I remember it the day of his funeral, just more beautiful. I walked
closer to the large stream that was flowing over layers of brown and gray
pebbles and sat Indian style. Tommy did the same and we just stared at
the stream for a few minutes.

"I miss you so much, Hunter. I blamed myself for the accident, but now I
know that it wasn't my fault. It's still hard to believe you're gone
from this world. Thank you for that dream, though. It helped me release
my guilt and anger with myself. I may not be able to see you anymore, but
I still feel you in my heart." I had to take a deep breath before
continuing. "There will always be that special place in my heart for
you, Hunter. I hope I'm still in yours." Tears freely fell from my eyes
in large numbers. I stared up at the sky then back to the stream. "Thank
you for giving me Tommy. He is so special to me. He reminds me of you in
a lot of ways. I don't know how that sounds, but all I know is that I
love him as much as I love you. There will never be anyone as perfect as
him again. And I am so sorry for how I treated him today." I looked at
Tommy who had many tears flowing from his eyes as well. "I hope he can
forgive me."

A gentle breeze blew through the air. The trees rustled against each
other, blowing many leaves off their branches. Some landed in the stream
while others brushed against Tommy and me. The air got a little bit
warmer and the clouds that were covering the sky opened up; the sun shown
in our quiet spot making the water glisten.

"I brought you these flowers. They're your favorite colors mostly, and
some are your favorite flowers as well. I miss you so much, Hunter. But
just remember that you will always be in my heart right next to Tommy.
And as for Tommy, I just want to thank you again for letting me love him
even though you told me I did it all on my own. I love you, Hunter, and I
will be back again soon." I couldn't hold it in any longer; I sobbed
hardly.

I dug a small hole to stick the flowers in. After I finished burying the
stems a few inches I washed my hands in the stream. Tommy hadn't moved
since we got here. I wasn't sure if he was mad, or sad, or both. I
wonder if he didn't like the things that I said.

A strong gust nearly blew the flowers out of their small hole. I thought
it was just a coincidence, but something inside of me told me that it was
Hunter telling me "no."

"Zac," Tommy said, almost in a whisper. He looked up at me through his
tear stained eyes. "You have no reason to apologize to me about today. I
didn't have to take that nap. I should have just sucked it up and taken
a shower. As for your attitude earlier it didn't even faze me. I just
assumed that you were upset thinking about him. So, I'm sorry, Zac, and I
love you so much." Tommy started to cry gently, and looked back down at
the water.

I sat next to him and wiggled my way under his arm so I was half resting
on his lap. "Don't be sorry. You needed your rest. I shouldn't have been
so selfish. Thank you so much for coming up here with me. It feels great
up here."

"Okay, how about we're both fine now?" Tommy let out a chuckle. "That
little speech you gave was so touching, Zac. I am so lucky to have you."

"You aren't upset about anything I said right? Like about still loving
Hunter?"

"Absolutely not, that was even more touching. I know you love me, but I
also know that Hunter was your first love and will always be."

"Gosh, I love you." I sighed.

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