Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2008 04:29:55 -0700
From: Ty O <crushedbytheworld@gmail.com>
Subject: Landon, Finally Chapter 4

	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!

	I'm really sorry this chapter took so long! As some of you know, I
was really tied up this past couple of weeks but now that that's all over
and done with, and summer's finally here, you can expect a lot more to come
from this story!

	Oh, and thanks to all of you who have been e-mailing me with your
extremely helpful suggestions and feedback. I love checking my inbox and
reading what you guys sent me. I tried to get back to all of you guys, but
as you know, I was really busy and didn't have much time for anything so I
apologize if I missed you. I look forward to hearing what you guys think of
this next part!

Landon, Finally—Part 4

      "If we keep this up, we're never going to get out of bed."

	"Is that a problem?" he questioned, a devious grin spreading from
cheek to cheek.

	"Well, it wouldn't be if my mom wasn't waiting downstairs for us to
come and eat breakfast," I replied, pushing him off of me.

	He rolled to lie beside me, the entire lengths of our bodies
sharing in the warmth of mutual contact. His hand squirmed around a bit
before it finally found mine; we intertwined our fingers together,
strengthening the bonds of our relationship. I started to drift back off to
sleep, my relief finally allowing me to sink into the dark freedom of
slumber.

	"Boys?" my mom shouted up the stairs, right on cue, "are you coming
down for breakfast or are you going to lie there all day?"

	We both knew how we wanted to spend our Saturday, after a stressful
Friday night of miscommunication and discovery, but we both realized that
if we stayed in bed, we would definitely arouse (oops, no pun intended) the
suspicion of my family.

	"You heard her," I mumbled to Landon, my voice muffled by my
pillow, "get up already."

	"Alright," he replied lazily, "but I need some help getting out of
bed."

	"Fine," I freed both arms from their rested positions and shoved
him off the bed.

	He fell to the ground with a soft thump.

	"Ow," he moaned quietly, "I'm gonna get you for that!"

	Laughing silently, he stole over to my side of the bed and
gracefully lifted me up into his arms. It was so romantic—until he
started shaking me awake, that is.

	"Okay! Okay! I'm awake!" my eyes shot open as he tossed my body
around.

	"Good, now I can give you this," he leaned in and kissed me, on the
lips, his tongue entering the warm chambers of my mouth, his passion
exuding through the vessels of our lips.

	"Wow, now I really am awake," I said, staring deeply into his
luminous green eyes.

	"Good, so you can stand up for yourself," he smiled and plopped me
to the ground.

	My butt cushioned my fall against the carpet. It didn't hurt at
all, but my eyes flew open as I was completely startled.

	"You better get your ass to the bathroom before I kick it first!" I
warned, lightheartedly.

	Laughing ridiculously hard, he opened the door and sauntered off
into the hallway, his smug expression obviously owing to the fact that he
had "gotten me back" for pushing him off the bed. But seriously, who was
keeping score? If you were, well then, I think its time you stopped,
because unless you're a math whiz or something, it'll be no easy feat.

	We both shoved each other playfully as we joked around in the
bathroom. I put my contacts on and he brushed his teeth, both very close to
each other, still not wanting to let go of our closeness. Just to play it
safe, he peed as I brushed my teeth, and as I peed, he headed downstairs,
out of the bright canary-colored sanctum of relief.

	I followed him out the door and down the steps, the light, sea
green walls littered with framed pictures of my family down into the
friendly kitchen, where a certain aroma of syrup and banana batter quickly
assailed my senses. Oh, and I am compelled to add that the entire time we
ambled down the stairs, my eyes saw nothing else but the firm roundness of
Landon's bubble butt. Toned from his years in athletics, I enjoyed watching
it flex, and it turned me on even more knowing that there was a single
layer of fabric separating my eyes from his flesh. I willed the stirring in
my pants down and took a seat on a barstool at our limestone kitchen
counter.

	"So, boys," my mom said as she bustled about the tiny yet
comfortable kitchen, "how does banana pancakes and sausage sound for
breakfast?"

	"Delicious, Aunty," Landon paused.

	"Lori," I whispered. I forgot that I hadn't really introduced him
to my family yet.

	"Aunty Lori." He saved himself.

	Oh, and as a side note, here in the islands, we refer to all adults
as "aunty" and "uncle," it's not disrespectful, it's just our culture. Yay,
local culture lesson two complete! (if you recall, lesson one was the
flip-flop/slipper thing in chapter one) Now, on with the story...

	"Ok then, would you guys mind helping me out?" I always helped my
mom cook in the kitchen, and as a result, am a pretty decent cook myself.

	My mom assigned us some trivial chores: I fried the sausages as
Landon poured us tall glasses of OJ (my favorite in the morning). As we
happily performed our duties, glad to help out my mom, my sister dragged
her body into the kitchen groggily. A few moments later, my dad entered,
much in the same fashion; we always said she took after him.

	As everyone situated themselves on the bar stools surrounding the
counter, Landon served the OJ in glasses to each spot as I poured the
sausages into a dish. My mom finished flipping the banana pancakes and set
them down on a platter. We were all finally able to sit down and enjoy the
meal.

	The breakfast passed uneventfully, mainly just me introducing
Landon to the family as "my friend from school" and some small talk to get
to know each other. Landon and I shared our own private conversation
between our feet, his slowly caressing mine under the eyesight of my
family. On the surface, we talked about the song "Banana Pancakes," which,
evidently, we both seemed to like. Yay common tastes in music! My dad just
kept talking about baseball with Landon; he used to coach my sister before
she transitioned to softball, but that's not important. What's important is
my dad was all too clearly showing his respect for "manly athletes" and his
lack of respect for anything feminine. My dad was somewhat of a bigot, and
I knew that it made Landon, my more-than-a-friend, quite uncomfortable.

	As soon as we finished breakfast, Landon and I headed back to my
room to discuss our plans for the day. This time I led the way, and I hope
that he was staring at my ass as intently as I was staring at his. I
flopped on the bed as he shut the door.

	"So how was your first meal with my family?" I asked curiously.

	"Okay, I guess, your mom is really nice and stuff, but your dad is
a," he paused, unsure if he was crossing a line with me. He stood stiff and
uncertain.

	"A stubborn idiot?"

	"Something along those lines," he agreed. Relieved, he came and
snuggled up with me, his head on my chest.

	"Yeah, he's really dumb sometimes, and Kaylee's a lot like him." My
sister took a lot after my dad, because I tended to take after my mom. I
started tenderly stroking his soft, silky brown hair.

	"I can see that," he explained, "she's always talking about how
femme you are at school to all the baseball guys."

	"Ouch," I was hurt, but in a way I expected as much out of her, "I
guess that'll make hiding this a lot harder then."

	"What do you mean?" he questioned.

	"Well," I said, and stopped stroking, deep in thought, "now that we
know we like each other, we're gonna want to spend more time together, like
this closeness that we have right now. And if we do that, surely someone
will notice."

	"Mmm," he agreed, then shifted aside to lie next to me and look me
straight in the eyes, "It's gonna be hard for me to be apart from you, we
got so comfortable, so fast."

	"I know, but is there a way to do it gradually, so no one will
really notice?"
	"What if we slowly started hanging out together with the guys, and
with other big groups of people, so we'll sort of blend in and we can be
close and no one will really notice?"

	"Hey," I smiled, "you're a smart kid you know that?"

	"So I've been told," he joked—what a loser, "let's call up
Scottie them."

	"Sounds good," Scottie was a mutual friend and we watched the high
school girls play volleyball together. Jason was another friend who was
always at the volleyball games, and through the games, I developed a
somewhat close relationship with both baseball players. Landon, of course,
knew them both through his sport.

	"I'll call Scottie, you call Jason," he stood up and pulled his
phone out of his pocket and began dialing, searching for Scottie's number
in his phonebook.

	"Ok, what do I say?" I said, sitting up in bed.

	"Uh, just tell them to meet us at the mall in a couple hours," he
said, as he found Scottie's number and pressed call, his delicate finger
caressing his keypad. Strange how such a simple task could seem so erotic.

	"What are we gonna do in the mean time?" I asked, curious to see
what he had in mind.

	"Oh, you'll see," he smiled mischievously.

	We got a hold of both Jason and Scottie and they agreed to meet us
at the mall at 12:00. Seeing as the clock had only recently struck 9:30, we
had a lot of time to kill, and I was very curious to see how Landon was
going to go about spending that time.

	"Uh, let's lock the door," Landon said, his voice tinged with the
strain of nervousness.

	He moved over to the door, and as it clicked, my heart jumped with
anxiety. My spine tingled with a mix of fear and excitement and adrenaline
surged through my veins. If he was going to do what I thought he was going
to do, I had a reason to be nervous.

	He walked slowly, and gracefully, to join me, sitting on the edge
of the bed, his deliberate movements a key signal for the move he was about
to attempt. Ever so slowly, his hand crept up my arm, resting on my
shoulder and his arm wrapped around my waist.

	He pulled me in for a kiss.

	It lasted forever. His lips on mine, our souls mixing and flowing
between us, it was a moment of pure magic. I don't even know how it
happened, but somehow I ended up flat on the bed with him on top of me,
still trading those sweet kisses, wrapped in his warm embrace.

	Suddenly, something didn't feel right. We were moving way too fast,
and I wasn't sure if I could handle anything involving, well, nudity or
sexual anything right now. I pulled back to break the kiss; it felt as if
an inner fire had been suddenly extinguished within me.

	"Wait, Landon," I said, my breathing labored, "I don't think I'm
ready for this."

	He looked confused.

	"For what?" he asked.

	"You know," I said, gesturing, "for this."

	"Oh," he said, his face relieved, "why didn't you say so earlier?"

	I was surprised. He didn't seem angry at all. In fact, he looked a
little reassured, as he reassumed his normal calm.

	"I don't know," I whispered into his ear as he rolled off to lie
beside me, "I guess I just got a little caught up in the moment."

	"Yeah, and uh, it looks like something else got a little caught up
in the moment too," he chuckled and nodded his head towards a tent in my
jeans.

	I quickly adjusted myself as he laughed and adjusted himself as
well. Evidently, the action excited the both of us.

	He pulled my body to lean on his.

	"So any specific reason you don't really think you're ready?" he
asked as he ran his fingers up and down my arm, just as he did when I first
caught him.

	"Hmm, I just think things are moving way too fast;" I started.

	"And since we only started getting serious, like, yesterday, this
is too quick for you?" he finished my thought.

	"Yeah, it is." I said, smiling, glad that he understood the
situation. He was truly perfect; any doubts I had about him quickly faded.

	"Well, that's cool, I mean, you're right," he nodded his head for
emphasis, "after all, slow and steady wins the race."

	"Cute."

	"I know."

	The rest of the time we spent waiting passed fairly
uneventfully. We popped in another movie, cuddled, and made slight
conversation, just enjoying sharing in each other's warmth. As we
conversed, our hands remained intertwined, and our heads nestled against
each other's chests, shifting occasionally, but always touching, reveling
in our closeness. Our exchange covered a range of things, mainly family
life, our likes and dislikes, and our idea of a romantic date. He told me
that his ideal date would be, and I quote, "dinner by candlelight, and
dessert by starlight." It sounded so amazing, and I knew that he was a true
romantic, just like yours, truly. I made a mental note of that to save it
for later, one day I would take him on his romantic date. And he'd better
love it.

	Soon enough, it was time to head down to the movie theaters. We
helped each other get ready; I ran my hands through his soft, auburn hair
as he fixed my collar. I could SO get used to this.

	Before we headed out the door to my room, which, consequently, was
still locked, I caught his arm and spun him around to face me, his back to
the door.

	"Last chance to make out before we have to wait like, forever," I
hinted.

	"Mmm," he understood perfectly, "I think I'd better take one for
the road then."

	Landon pulled me close to his toned, golden body, our solid chests
pressed close, up against one another, our legs tangled together as our
hands caressed each other's backs. My lips slipped into his for yet another
wonderful moment before we headed for the movies.

	We found our friends fairly easily, meeting outside the box office
of the theatre. Scottie and Jason had brought along Bryson, Luke, and
Myles, other baseball players, to hang out with us as well. We greeted them
all with the customary handshake common to all teenagers (go look it up if
you have to I'm not giving the play-by-play on it here) once we spotted
them in line for tickets. As we strode over to them, Landon and I had made
sure that our touching was kept to a minimum, and that nothing be too
suspect in the eyes of our friends. Of course, while we sat next to each
other in the movie theater we had little to worry about, but generally, we
were certainly did not want to appear gay to our friends. We had barely
come out to each other; we didn't plan on coming out to our friends for a
very long time. Plans, though, have a funny way of never working out.

	"So what do you guys want to see?" Scottie asked. He was really
cute, and, as we say here in the islands, hapa. For those of you unfamiliar
to this term, it does NOT mean unbelievably drop-dead sexy, so get your
minds out of the gutter, we would not go around calling people that. Hapa
means half-half, mixed, and, in Scottie's case, he was half-white,
half-asian, which together, equals a whole cutie. He was fairly pale and
skinny, but at the same time, very cute.

	"Uh, I'm kind of sick of scary movies already, I think I've seen
them all," Jason answered him. Everyone knew the two of them were best
friends, they were pretty tight, but, unfortunately, they were extremely
straight. Jason was a typical tough guy, his muscular body the result of
years lifting weights, and the way he walked was enough to scare the shit
out of me. Good thing he was my friend, but he does have his moments when
we all laugh at him because he makes us all move where we're sitting,
simply because he's afraid someone nearby will want to pick a fight. He
always teased us about not being able to fight, and we often found
ourselves apologizing, half-seriously, about not being able to back him up
if a conflict ever did arise.

	"Yeah, me too," Luke agreed. Luke was the shortest of all of us,
but he was really cute as well. He played third base on the Varsity
baseball team even though he was only a freshman. Yes, he was that good.

	"How about Rush Hour 3?" Landon queried, jumping into the
conversation.

	"Sounds good," Bryson agreed, and we all looked up to hear him
speak. He was over six feet tall, and built as well. Not my type, but
definitely not ugly.

	"Alright, Scottie, you're buying us the tickets," Myles
laughed. His new hairdo was short and completely blonde, which was a bit
rebellious for a normally black-haired Asian. It accented his defiant
personality, though, as he was moving slowly from baseball to
skateboarding, something many girls found very attractive. Or, it could be
his well-defined body which I happened to glimpse at, either way, he's got
the girls falling all over the place for him.

	After the line finally brought us to the ticket counters and we
were able to purchase our tickets for the 12:30 showing. We casually
conversed, talking about baseball mostly, so I kept to myself, not knowing
much about the subject. I didn't feel left out at all though, as they were
constantly including me in the conversation so I didn't mind. However, as
we bought our snacks and found our seats, the conversation shifted. We were
waiting for the movie to start, and the theater was fairly empty so
naturally, the conversation shifted to, what else: girls.

	"Dude, there's going to be something seriously wrong about this
movie," Luke asserted.

	"What?" Bryson asked; he was usually more reserved, but as he was
sitting next to Luke, the question arose naturally.

	"No hot girls, at all," Luke answered with finality.

	"Oh, damn," Myles exhaled, the realization hitting him. He sounded
genuinely disappointed.

	I had to suppress a giggle; I couldn't believe these boys were all
sad because there was no sex object to stare at in the movie. Personally, I
don't think Jackie Chan is exactly sexy, but I wasn't complaining!

	"Yeah, maybe Lucy Liu should have been in this movie," Landon
added, playing it cool. He is so cool. Yes, people, I do like him—a
lot. I thought you would have figured it out by now, jeesh.

	"Except for she's like, fifty!" Scottie turned around, as he and
Jason were sitting in the row in front of us along with Myles.

	"She's not! And she's fuckin' hot," Luke came to Landon's defense.

	"Yeah, did you see Charlie's Angels? You idiot, she's frickin'
sexy!" Jason added, backhanding Scottie in the shoulder.

	"Dude, not even, she's old," Myles sided with Scottie.

	"Just `cause she's old doesn't mean she's not hot," Landon started.

	"Yeah, and she's not even old, she's like what, not even forty
yet?" Luke finished.

	They smiled at each other and bumped fists, proud to have won the
argument, or so they thought. A slight twinge of jealousy coursed through
my blood, for I envied their camaraderie.

	"Well, you've been pretty quiet there, Owen," Scottie focused the
group's attention on me—yikes!

	"Yeah, tell us what you think," Landon said, turning to face me as
his leg casually rubbed against mine.

	"Um," I started, completely unsure of what to say. I felt my face
flush as the gazes of the group struck me deeply.

	"I think," I attempted to continue, finally thinking of a response,
"Megan Fox is way hotter than Lucy Liu."

	"Yeah!" it was a fairly unanimous agreement as the baseball players
all bumped fists and high-fived me. Evidently, I had good taste in women;
too bad I don't need it.

	"Wait, who's Megan Fox?" Bryson finally introduced himself to the
conversation.

	Our section went quiet for a few moments, then burst into peals of
uncontrollable laughter.

	"Are you kidding me?" Scottie joked, in disbelief.

	"Yeah, have you been living under a rock?" Jason added, as we all
laughed our asses off.

	Bryson looked extremely confused, and as the other boys attempted
to try to explain her to him, I decided it was time for me and my Landon to
make a short getaway. I got up, saying I needed to use the bathroom, and
motioned for Landon to join me. He caught on—he is just so bright—and
followed me out as the boys were all too distracted by Bryson's stupidity.

	Rush Hour 3 had been playing at the theatre for a fair amount of
time now, so they moved it down to the lower theaters where they show all
of the movies about to stop playing in theaters in general. Hence, the
downstairs movie area was generally empty and desolate, as it was now. The
bathrooms downstairs were hardly ever used, and for this reason, I
purposefully strode towards them, Landon close on my heels, and I'm
guessing he caught on by now.

	"You just couldn't resist me, could you?" Landon teased, flipping
his medium-length brown hair n his characteristic gesture.

	"Damn straight," I grunted as we finally made it to the bathroom.

	We carefully checked for anyone who might be using the
bathroom—for whatever reason; some people just like to use empty
bathrooms, I guess—before heading towards a corner, where, hopefully, we
wouldn't be spotted. I pulled Landon close to me with my back against the
cold, tile wall, and spoke as I stared straight into his gorgeous green
eyes.

	"God, you just looked so damn sexy, sitting there with your
frickin' eyes and your hair, and this," I confessed as I ran my finger
along his jaw line.

	"And you don't think you looked hot all casual, when your muscles
kept flexing through your shirt?" He shot back, his lips dangerously close
to mine.

	"You're sexier."

	"You're just fuckin' hot."

	"You're turning me on."

	"Then shut up and kiss me."

	And so I did. It was a bit rough, as we were caught up in the
passion of the moment, our lips mashed together, our bodies grinding into
one another. I lost sight of the world as I closed my eyes and slipped into
his fiery embrace. His hands ran up and down my back, as mine found a home
in his back pockets. It was raw, uncensored passion.

	Suddenly, a voice broke the silence, ruining our romantic moment as
well.

	"What the hell are you guys doing?"

	It's so good to finally get this chapter finished! I hope you all
liked it and don't forget that I love e-mail! My address is
crushedbytheworld@gmail.com and I look forward to hearing what you guys
think! Don't fear, for chapter five will be out soon!