Date: Wed, 7 May 2008 22:17:10 -0700
From: Ty O <crushedbytheworld@gmail.com>
Subject: Landon, Finally Part 2

	You guys know the routine. This stuff is mostly fiction. Any
relation to any persons, living or six feet under, is purely coincidental
(as in, don't get all worried that I'm talking about you or something,
cause I'm not. I don't even know you.) Oh, and the usual rules apply since
there will be gay sexual intercourse in this story: if you're too young to
be reading this stuff, don't. And yeah, if this offends you...go somewhere
else. Alrighty now that that's over with...on with the story!

	Here it is! The second chapter! Thank you to all of you who
e-mailed me, I really appreciate it! I tried to incorporate a lot of your
ideas and suggestions into the story, so...here it is!

Landon, Finally--Part 2

	"Show me," he replied coolly.

       I was totally taken aback. A super hot guy was lying on my bed,
asking me to show him that I wasn't wearing underwear. My face flushed with
embarrassment as I attempted to retain my composure. I was unbelievably
confused.

      "Fine," I said, as I came up with an idea.

      I stood up slowly and lifted up my shirt, revealing my six-pack and
light "happy trail." I hooked the thumb of my other hand onto the waistband
of my sleep shorts to the side of my hip and flashed him a little flesh
right under my v-cut. It was white, but I didn't show much besides a small
area.

      "There, you happy? Nothing." I smiled, pleased with myself.

      "That proved nothing." Quite obviously, he was disappointed.

      "You're nothing." I shot back, playfully.

      "Okay, okay fine," he gave in, as he patted the bed next to him.

      "You just wanted to see me naked, didn't you?" Yes, I was
flirting...again.

      "Don't be stupid," he tried to convince me otherwise as he turned
away, possibly hiding his blush, "you think I'm gay or something?"

      "Well, you did want to see my crotch," I noted playfully.

      "Dude, not even," he was really embarrassed now, "whoa, nice movie
collection, can we watch one?"

      He was obviously trying to change the subject as he walked over to my
DVD rack and sorted through my movies. Maybe I should take the time to
describe my bedroom so you readers can better understand the story. My bed
is fairly large, and it's right in the middle of my room. My room is
spacious, my closet and chest of drawers holding all my clothes on one
side, shelves of books, movies, and CDs on the other. My laptop and desk
are right next to my bed. I'm not spoiled, but I live fairly comfortably.

      "Fine, fine. I guess we can drop it for now. But I won't forget that
you tried to get in my pants," I laughed and threw my pillow at his nice,
firm ass.

      It bounced off.

      "Wow, look at all these books. Are you a bookworm?" He asked,
seemingly oblivious to the pillow.

      "Guilty as charged. Does that make me weird?"

      "Nah, just smart," he remarked as he thumbed through A Walk to
Remember.

      "Have you read that book?" I asked, curious to see if he was as much
of a romantic as I was.

      "Not yet, but I saw that movie," he commented.

      "Yeah it was just as good." I really liked both, "Mandy Moore is
awesome."

      Mandy Moore is probably my favorite actress because she's really
pretty, down-to-earth, and she can sing amazingly. I usually use her when
my guy friends ask me who I think is hot. I usually pass on Jessica
Alba. Yes, I know, that's really gay. Anyway, moving on.

      "She is," he said, caught a little off guard. Could it be he was
taken aback because I mentioned a hot girl and he didn't expect that?

      "Yeah, I just love that movie and the book; they're like the epitome
of love."

      "Wow, big word."

      "Get used to it."

      "So does that make you a hopeless romantic?" He asked with a cheesy
smirk.

      "Romantic, yes. Hopeless, hopefully not," I responded with a laugh.

      "I'm borrowing this one," he stated.

      "Cool, I hope you like it," I was excited that now I had a reason to
talk to him in school...score!

      He walked back to the DVD rack, intent on finding a movie to watch,
evidently attempting to complete his earlier quest which he was diverted
from. He laughed at a few, made weird faces at a few more, and smiled at a
majority. Finally, he took his pick.

      "Here," he turned around, "how about X-Men?"

      "Which one?"

      "Um...the third one, it's my favorite."

      "Dude, I love that one."

      "Cool," he turned around, "think fast!"

      He tossed the DVD at me. I caught it, but I didn't expect him to
throw the pillow right after! As soon as both my hands were on the DVD, he
flew the pillow right at my face! I couldn't even block it! It didn't hurt
at all but I was definitely surprised. Landon, of course, burst out in
peals of laughter, evidently finding the dumbfounded look on my face
extremely hilarious.

      "OW!" I brought my hands to my face, trying to generate some sort of
reaction from him.

      "What? Don't tell me that hurt," he stopped laughing but he was still
grinning widely.

      "No it didn't," I said seriously, "but I think you knocked out my
contact."

      "Oh, shit," he looked genuinely concerned, "I'm sorry, man. Are you
okay? Here let me help you look for it."

      He rushed over to where I was sitting on the bed and started tearing
through the covers and sheets. I relished his closeness as he displayed his
care for me.

      "I think it might've fallen down on the side of the bed," I pointed
to the ground and he dropped on all fours immediately.

      He peered cautiously underneath my bed and was completely unaware
that his ass was full on display for me. His shirt was riding up, and I
could see the top of his hairless crack, seeing as he wasn't wearing any
underwear. I was enjoying the view before I realized why I sent him down
there in the first place. I reached for my pillow and before he had a
chance to react, SMACK! I whacked him right on the ass with it.

      "You little fucker," he said, standing up laughing as he finally
realized the whole contact search was a joke.

      He tackled me and we both fell on the bed. His previous inhibitions
were gone and I was amazed to see his transformation from shy cutie to
playful hottie. But, I must say, I definitely enjoyed the change. Together,
we finally broke the uneasiness which restricted our relationship and at
last, experienced a moment of pure ecstasy.

      His arms were desperately flailing to achieve a position where he
could hold some leverage over me. He legs were already straddling mine as
he had pounced while I was unaware. I was wiggling like crazy, frantically
trying to free myself from his grasp. Eventually, he gave up trying to pin
me and instead, starting tickling me instead.

      "Stop it please!" I yelped between bouts of giggles.

      "Say you're sorry," he commanded, flashing his gorgeous smile. His
arms were roaming around my stomach, relentless in their attack.

      "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I forced through my fits of laughter.

      He stopped tickling me and I finally relaxed, recovering from his
tickle attack. As I was trying to catch my breath, as I had lost nearly all
of it laughing, he changed his position and decided to sit on my
chest. What a sweetheart.

      "I can't breathe!" I cried, making my voice weak and hoarse.

      "Not even," he said.

      "Fine," I dropped the charade, "but can you get off me anyway?"

      "No way. I've got you right where I want you," he whispered with a
smile. Was that innuendo or what?

      "Dick." I said, kicking my legs up in the air. But it was to no
avail, I couldn't reach him.

      "Okay, let's make a deal," he proposed. He looked like he was
searching in his head for a thought. It was sexy.

      "What?" I asked, very curious to see where this was headed.

      "I'll get off of you if you say `Landon is the smartest, funniest,
sexiest guy I know. We should all worship Landon.'" He smirked as he
bounced on my chest.

      "Ow!"

      His face was getting closer and closer to mine. He was practically
whispering in my face. I felt the heat of our bodies pressing into one
another and the sparks we were setting off were burning. I saw a bead of
perspiration form on his smooth forehead and the veins in his arms were
coursing with pumped adrenaline. He looked sexy enough to eat, maybe for
dessert.

      "Do I have to?" his lips were inches away from mine.

      "If you want me to get off."

      "Actually, I'm quite comfortable in this position," I joked. In
actuality, my boner was sprouting and I hoped he wouldn't notice. At the
same time though, I really didn't mind feeling his body pressed so tightly
against mine.

      "Come on, deal, or no deal?" I nearly felt his bangs on my face,
those silky brown locks tickling my short black ones. It took all I had to
keep from reaching up and kissing him right then. I had to get out of this
situation before it got too heated.

      "Landon is smart funny and sexy. Watch me worship him."

      "Close enough." He rolled off me and collapsed on my bed, very nearly
missing my erection, which subsided as we lost contact. I hoped he hadn't
noticed.

      "By the way," he added, "I might take you up on that worship offer
later," he said smugly, with a wink.

      I rolled my eyes, "whatever."

      I stood up to put X-Men: The Last Stand into my PS2 so we could watch
it. As the movie was loading, I grabbed the remote and tossed it at
Landon. This time, he actually caught it.

      "Wow, so the baseball player CAN catch," I remarked sarcastically.

      He pointed the remote at me.

      "Mute," he laughed to himself as he pressed the button repeatedly,
evidently attempting to turn me off in either interpretation, he wasn't
succeeding.

      "Nice try."

      "Owen, I think you need to fix your remote, it won't make you shut
up."

      "Very funny," I chuckled as I flopped onto the bed next to him,
causing him to rock and roll onto me. He quickly shifted back but as for
that second he was on me, I enjoyed it.

      "Whoa," he said, "is this like a bounce-fest or something?"

      We finally settled down and allowed ourselves to relax into each
other's presence. We were so close; I could feel the heat emanating from
his body under the covers. Thankfully, it was a little chilly out (rare
here in Hawaii, by the way) so we had an excuse to both cuddle up under the
blanket together. We were barely touching, still a little awkward with each
other's bodies, as if separated by some resistance. Still, we were closer
than before, so at least we were headed in the right direction.

      The movie played on my television, bright colors and special effects
temporarily lighting up the room with Hollywood magic. I, however, paid
little attention to the screen as most of my thoughts were focused on the
beautiful hunk lying next to me. Our arms were barely
touching--practically arm-hair to arm-hair--but we both savored the
warm and connection we shared, even though we were both still too scared to
admit it.

      I worried so much as the night wore on. The impending darkness
brought me closer than ever to this wonderfully funny and sexy boy who was
quite obviously showing signs of some kind of feelings for me. However, I
feared the attraction was merely one of friendship, I feared that the
attraction was one-sided; I feared he saw me only as a friend. I had been
turned down too many times to be unafraid of rejection. I lost too many
potentially splendid friendships through my mistakes. But, then again, what
was one more?

      As I pondered our relationship, Landon lay next to me, quite
obviously not entirely encompassed in the movie as well. He kept stealing
furtive glances at me, and although I would have liked to think he was
checking me out, I knew from experience not to trust my optimism, as it
only led me down a dark path of despair. Still, I hoped that maybe, just
maybe, Landon could be the eraser to my penciled, ashy darkness. Maybe in
this single boy, this incredibly handsome and passionate young man, I could
finally find love.

      Suddenly, he interrupted my reflective--and granted, somewhat
corny--thoughts.

      "Hey, I'm bored. I'm just not feeling this movie right now, you wanna
shut it off and just talk?"

      I really liked talking. Knowing that conversation strengthened
relationships, I accepted his idea, anxious to share a deep conversation
with him, a connection I had never found with another boy. Already, Landon
was proving much different from my past crushed crushes.

      "Okay, sounds good," I said as I stood up and shut everything off,
"so are you cool with sleeping in my bed?"

      My bed was definitely big enough, it was a queen size--no pun
intended. He snuggled up under the covers.

      "None at all," he said as I moved to lie down next to him.

      "So what do you wanna talk about?" I asked, very curious to see what
he would come up with.

      "Hmm...how about a game?" he asked seductively, well, at least, I
thought he was being rather seductive.

      "Okay, shoot." I was up for anything with this boy.

      Okay, so it's a bit shorter than the last chapter but I did want an
exciting ending so the next chapter will be much longer and include a lot
more events. I realize the story is moving rather slowly but I really want
this to develop well. Again, no action (well, besides the wrestling) but
once the characters come in strong, there will be plenty of time for
that. Feel free to email me: crushedbytheworld@gmail.com. I'm open to
comments and suggestions. We're headed for chapter 3!