Date: Sun, 26 May 2002 21:58:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: James <xxx_supafly@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Day of School Chapter 6

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Disclaimer:  This story deals with highly sensitive subject matter.  If
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 This story also features sex of the gay kind, if you can't read that
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State of the series address:

It is with a heavy heart that I announce the hiatus of the First Day of
School series. I have worked with Adam and Erik for well over a year
now, and I've had a great time writing them. But they have run out of
things to say. I've learned in the past that forcing myself to write
does nothing but turn out bad product. So for the time being, Adam and
Erik are on the bench, so to speak. In no way is this the finale, or
end of the First Day of School series. The story is simply going on
vacation until something worth writing about comes to my mind.
Unfortunately, I cannot tell you how long that will be.

I cannot possibly express how greatful I am for the response this story
has garnered with it's previous five chapters. This story has been a
phenomenon since it's short, what could be considered PWP first
chapter. The progression that these characters have made since their
beginning amazes even me, the writer. Never in my life have two
characters been easier to write than are Adam and Erik. This story has
allowed for amazing growth for me as a writer, and allowed me to
conquer sensitive issues such as coming out to parents and rape. No
matter how long it may take for the muses to shine on this story, Adam
and Erik will forever be my favorites. As they step down from the
spotlight, it allows for work on my other series such as Memoirs,
Captive Heart, and the WWF stories. But rest assured, Adam and Erik
will be back.

I thank each and every one of your for the support you've shown me and
this series. I hope that one day soon I can present you with more FDOS,
but until then, I hope you enjoy the other stories and aspects of my
writing.

Sincerely Yours,

Triple X

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Today was the day. In only a matter of minutes I'd be officially
enrolled in the University of Alberta. It wasn't an easy decision I
made to transfer from Florida State after only a semester. I'd planned
to go to Florida State my entire life. Even after I'd moved to
Michigan, that still remained the plan. So when it came time to pick a
college, I naturally went for FSU.

Things were pretty great there. I was reunited with almost every friend
I'd ever had. My best friend for most of my life even turned out to be
my roommate. Then the letter came. The letter that promised to start my
dreams on the track to Come True town. The letter offering me the one
thing I'd always dreamed about, hockey. A full scholarship in hockey to
one of the premier Universities in Canada. I was dumbfounded. I stared
at that letter every day for weeks, trying to reach a decision. It
wasn't until I spoke to my mother, as crazy as she may be, that I
decided to go for it. I decided to go for my dreams, and transfer to
the University of Alberta.

That led me to today. I couldn't stop from biting my nails as the taxi
drove to the University. I was always nervous when thrust into a new
situation. But remembering my first day of school at Harborfield always
put me somewhat at ease. Thankfully, Erik was right beside me today. It
was supposed to be my parent or legal guardian, but with my dad working
a new case, and my mom playing human yo-yo with the walls in her rubber
room, Erik was able to come with me. That was just as well. I'd feel
much stronger with Erik by my side than I ever could with my dad.

Stop being so nervous, Adam," Erik spoke, nudging me in the side.

"Easy for you to say," I replied, chewing on my thumbnail. "You're not
the one transferring to a new school in the middle of the year,"

"No. But I know you. You make friends easier than anyone I know. And
besides, once you step on the ice, the whole school is going to love
you,"

I looked over to him and saw a lopsided grin stretched across his
gorgeous face. I smiled brightly at him then reached down and squeezed
his knee. I wanted badly to lean over and kiss him, but I didn't think
that would be too wise. If I was going to be on the hockey team, I'd
become a local celebrity. I didn't need some taxi driver telling the
press how he'd seen me making out with some guy my first day in town.
So once again (or still, actually) my relationship with Erik was in the
closet. But if I could handle it any other time, this time would be no
different. Especially saying, that in just a few days, Erik would be
thousands of miles away.

"Thanks. I'm glad one of us is confident," I said, turning and glancing
out my window.

"You'll be fine," Erik assured me, patting my knee lightly.

I wasn't exactly sure I believed him at that point in time, but I was
hoping he was right. I don't know what it was that made me so nervous.
It wasn't just the fact I was entering a completely new environment,
where I knew no one. It had more to do with what I was entering the new
environment for. My entire life at this school was riding on one thing,
my ability to play hockey. What if I couldn't get in my stride, and
play good hockey? My hockey career would be down the tubes. I'd wind up
losing my scholarship and being forced back to Michigan where my life
would slowly rot. There would be no way I could get back into Florida
State, at least not without paying for everything. It would be straight
up Muskegon Community College for me. And then Erik would dump me,
because a Harvard boy can't date someone going to a Community College.
Then I'd spend the rest of my days dreaming about what could've been. I
shuddered inside my head. That was the last thing I ever wanted to
happen. I made a vow to myself from that moment on to play the best
hockey of my life for this school. So at least if I sucked, I'd know it
wasn't from lack of trying.

As I sat silent, trying to get optimistic thoughts in my head, the
school came into view. The butterflies began to creep slowly from my
stomach into my throat. Erik must've sensed my nervousness, because he
leaned over and squeezed my hand. I looked over at him and found all
the comfort I needed in his sparkling blue eyes. I felt a smile spread
quickly across my face, and the butterflies retreat back to their
stomach haven. No matter how often it happened, I was still amazed at
the calming effect he had on me. It didn't matter what was happening.
Just a look in his eyes, or a soft kiss, or even a squeeze of the hand
could make me feel invincible. I could never put into words just how
thankful I was to have him with me today. I don't think I'd be able to
face this situation without him next to me.

Once the taxi pulled to a stop in front of the school, I handed him the
fare and asked him to pop the trunk. He obliged, and Erik hopped out
and grabbed my bags. Before pulling away, the taxi driver wished me
good luck, which gave me a warm feeling. Whenever strangers were nice
to me, it always made me happy. After all, you saw so little of that
now days. I was hoping that was a sign of things to come for me in
Canada. I said thank you to the driver, then rushed to help Erik with
my bags. I grabbed a suitcase from his hand, then together we made our
way into my new school. I couldn't help but chuckle as a funny thought
crossed my mind.

"What you laughing about?" Erik asked as he pulled open the door.

"Just thinking. First day of school, and I'm with you again," I
replied, smirking at him as I entered the school.

"What's that devilish mind of yours up to?" He chuckled as he followed
me into the school.

"We'll just see now won't we?" I replied coyly, searching around for
the administration office.

"You bet we will,"

I just laughed and dropped my bag outside of the administration office.
I took a deep breath, then slowly opened the door. School had yet to
resume for the semester, so very few people were around. I walked up to
the counter where a rather young looking woman sat playing solitaire on
the computer. As I leaned on the counter, she looked up at me and
smiled.

"Can I help you?" She asked, closing off of her solitaire game.

"Yeah, I'm Adam Ross. I'm supposed to enroll here today," I replied
happily. With the look Erik gave me in the car, and the taxi driver
being so nice, I couldn't help but be happy

"Oh, Adam Ross. We've all heard a lot about you," She said as she
entered my name on the computer.

"Really?"

"Oh yes. Rumor has it you're quite the defenseman, which is really what
this hockey team needs,"

I REALLY couldn't help but smile with her comment. I'm sure she didn't
set off to do it, but she gave me a massive shot in the ego with that.
But it also made me kind of nervous at the same time. I had a
reputation preceding me here. I just hoped that I could live up to
whatever had been said about me in the past few weeks I'd been signed
on with UA.

"Thanks," I said as she continued to type things into her computer.

"Ah, here we go. You, Mr. Ross, are in room 17 in Bentley Hall. Your
roommate's name is Brett, he's on the hockey team too,"

"Cool,"

"And these papers right here," She said, organizing some documents she
had just printed. "These will tell you about your dorm, and show you
where it is," She explained, handing me the stack of papers.

"All right. Thanks," I returned, glancing quickly over the papers.

"Well, Adam. It's great to have you here," She spoke sweetly, extending
her hand. "I hope you enjoy your years here,"

"Thank you," I said, turning and exiting the office.

I continued looking over the papers as I walked out of the office. I
looked around for Erik, and saw him standing a few feet away talking to
a couple of girls. 'That's my boyfriend,' I thought to myself. 'Always
flirting with the heteros.' I folded the papers and shoved them into my
jacket pocket. I looked down to make sure my bags were safe, then
walked over to where Erik stood. I nudged him in the shoulder,
garnering a smile from him.

"Adam. This is Inez and Holly. Just been telling them all about the
newest stud on the hockey team," He laughed, slapping me playfully on
the chest. I shot a cold look at him, then flashed a smile at the
girls.

"Well, we'll see you around Adam," The one identified as Inez said in a
flirty tone, brushing her hand against my chest.

I could see Erik fighting to control the laughter building up inside
him. As soon as the girls were out of ears' range, he burst into
laughter. I stood there with a rather angry look on my face. This
wasn't the first time he'd offered me up to girls. He found it
incredibly amusing to see girls drool all over me. It personally made
me jealous as hell whenever anyone hit on him. My grandma grabbing his
ass made me mad (That's a really long story. My grandma is a weird old
lady.) But Erik on the other hand, got great joy in watching other
people hit on me. I always wanted to yell at him when he was offering
me up to girls and say "What kind of boyfriend tells skanky girls his
boyfriend is available?" But I'm way too nice of a person to do that. I
usually just make a mental note of it, and get him back for it later.
This time was no different.

I just shook my head at him as his laughter began to dissipate. I
punched him hard in the arm, and ordered him to grab my bags. He said
his apologies, which were hard to believe through the incessant giggles
coming from his mouth. He picked up both bags, and offered one of them
to me. I just shook my head no and began to walk in the direction of my
dorm. I heard Erik sigh loudly, then gallop to catch up with me.

Luckily (For Erik anyway, he had my bags) Bentley Hall wasn't that far
from the administration office. As we entered the hall, we both began
to scan the doors for room 17. As we passed a soda machine in the
middle of the hall, Erik whistled for my attention. I turned around to
look at him, and he pointed at a door with a 1 and the top half of a 7
on it. Since room 18 was directly across the hall, something told me
this was my room. I spun on my heel and walked back to the room. Erik
dropped the bags to the floor and leaned against the wall with a sigh.
I shook my head at him, then knocked at the door lightly. I waited
about a minute, and no answer came.

"Doesn't look to be anyone home," Erik said, reaching down and picking
up the bags.

"Guess not," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

As we began our walk back to the administration office, I heard a door
open behind us and someone say "hey." I turned around and felt my jaw
drop as my eyes caught a glimpse of the man standing in the door.
Before me stood a man, who could only be described as an adonis. He was
at least 3 inches taller than me, which would make him close to 6'5".
There were at least 200 lbs. on that obviously chiseled frame that hid
behind the tight University T-shirt he was wearing. But it was hardly
that which I noticed. Like so often when I checked out guys, it was his
eyes. This guy had the greenest eyes I'd ever seen. And in contrast to
the dark brown hair on his head, they almost glowed. He was one of
those guys that could pass as a model, long before he could pass as a
hockey player. Much like myself, coincidentally. As I reached the door,
I shook myself from the hottie induced trance, and cleared my throat.

"You must be Brett?" I asked, extending my hand.

"That's me. You must be Adam?" He replied, shaking my hand firmly.

"Yeah. This is my friend Erik, he made the trip with me, my dad
couldn't make it," I explained, ushering Erik forward.

The two of them shook hands, and smiled very brightly at each other. As
I stood there and looked at the two of them, I found myself imagining
what a hot porno the two of them would make together. That thought sent
my mind into a fit of laughter. I controlled it as best I could, but a
small giggle escaped my lips. The two of them quickly turned to me with
questioning looks on their faces.

"What?" Erik asked, puzzled.

"Nothing," I lied in return.

"Okay..." Brett said, doing a weird little twitch thing with his
eybrows. "Well, bring your stuff in, stay for a few years," He said
again, reaching down and grabbing one of my bags.

Erik snatched up the other bag, then followed Brett into the room. As I
entered the room, I was shocked to see how different it was than my
room at Florida State. Instead of the typical side by side beds, and a
desk on each side of the room, this room looked like two separate
rooms, and was big enough to be. The two sides of the room were even
painted a different color. Brett must've noticed my wonderment, as he
began to tell about the room.

"This used to be a coed hall. Then a girl got raped, and they changed
it to just a guy's hall. They tore down the walls between the rooms,
and we get big, giganto rooms like these,"

"You'd think instead of making it one big room, they'd add separate
bathrooms," Erik said, tossing my bag onto the bed.

"Naw, they like the rampant homosexual acts that go on in the showers,"
He joked, winking at me.

I laughed and quickly turned my head away from him. I glanced over at
Erik, and saw a blush come to his cheeks. We'd been together almost
three years now. And he'd been gay for at least five. But any time
anyone made gay jokes, he'd blush like a little kid. Even when I did
it, sometimes. It was quite cute in it's way. But then again, this is
Erik we're talking about, everything he does is cute. Even his snoring.
Well, maybe not his snoring.

"So when's the rest of your stuff get here?" Brett asked, taking a seat
in the chair from my desk.

"Uh, tomorrow, I think. I don't remember exactly. I have most the
important stuff with me anyway," I replied, pulling out things from my
bags and tossing them onto the bed.

"Coach is dying to meet you. Actually, the whole school is dying to
meet you. This team has been begging for a good forward defenseman for
years. Everyone has heard about you,"

"Geez, I've never even been here before and already I'm a celebrity,"

"It's not so bad. You clean up on girls," Brett explained, winking at
me.

"Um, great," I said, feigning excitement.

Something told me that I'd be creating a cover-up girlfriend story to
help maintain a straight image here. Thankfully, there were a couple
girls back in Michigan that had volunteered their services for such a
task. Erik's sister Terri, of course, agreed to play along when needed.
I'd used her as my C.U.G. at Florida State. Only my best friend Tristan
knew which of member the Ross family I was really dating. Then my
homecoming queen, Krystal had volunteered to "be my fake bitch" as
she'd said so eloquently. I'd used her for a brief time toward the end
of high school. It was really only long enough for her to dump me right
before prom, thus giving reason to why I hung out with Erik all night.
We'd really mastered covering up in the past 2 1/2 years. So if the
need arose here, I knew there wouldn't be a problem.

"Anyway boys. I hate to be a horrible roommate, but you'll get used to
it over the next few years. I gotta jet, hot date," Brett told us,
standing and cracking his back.

Erik and I chuckled at him, and wished him luck. He said he wouldn't
need it as he grabbed his jacket and left the room. Only seconds after
Brett was out the door, Erik tackled me to the bed. He pressed his lips
feverishly to mine. I wriggled underneath his solid frame, trying to
free the suitcase from under my back. As my back met mattress, I felt
his lips on my neck. I brought my hands to his head, and ripped from it
the snow hat he was wearing. I began to run my fingers slowly over what
little hair remained on his freshly shaven head. I drifted my hand
slowly down the nape of his neck, causing him to shudder and collapse
on me with a giggle.

"Must you?" He asked, gazing at me with a cute grin on his face.

"You know it," I replied, intertwining my hand in his. Erik grasped my
other hand in his, and pinned my arms over my head.

"Well, there is something I must do," He said, leaning down and placing
a kiss softly on my lips.

Before any real kissing could begin, he pulled his head away. He leaned
down and planted several soft pecks on my lips, pulling away each time
before I could kiss back. He soon gave in to the lust, opening his lips
and allowing his tongue to snake forward. I felt his silky tongue begin
to lightly caress mine. With my arms still pinned over my head, he made
his way once more to my neck. He began to suck lightly around my
collarbone, searching desperately for that spot that drove me wild. As
his tongue made contact, it shot sensations all through my body,
winding up in my dick. As it began to harden, he pulled from my neck
and kissed me on the nose. He released my hands, and quickly rolled
away.

"Bah, damn you," I said, wiping my nose.

"Told you I had something to do," He chided.

"Well get over here. I have something to do," I spoke seductively,
motioning him toward me with my finger.

He crawled sexily up the bed until his lips met mine. As our kisses
increased in passion, I flipped him onto his back and straddled him. My
lips slowly drifted lower, planting soft kisses on his jaw line until
finding his neck. I sucked softly at his neck while my hands found the
buttons on his shirt. Almost instinctively my hands released the
buttons, exposing the muscular chest I'd become so familiar with. I
began to massage his nipple lightly with my left hand as my right
snaked its way past the waist of his jeans. I began to graze my fingers
softly against his rapidly hardening member. A low moan escaped his
throat as my tongue found his nipple. I slipped my hand from his jeans,
and unfastened the button. I pulled his jeans slowly from his waist,
giving myself a glimpse of his massive 8 inches draped behind the green
silk of his boxers. I continued my tongue worship of his nipples as my
hand began to manipulate his swollen flesh through its silk prison. It
had been days since the last time I'd seen it, so I brought my head
quickly to his crotch. I licked tentatively at his dick through the
silk, saturating it with my saliva. I could no longer control myself
and yanked his boxers from his waist, causing his throbbing dick to
flop back against his stomach. Then just as my tongue made contact, the
door to the room swung open.

Erik and I scrambled to cover-up, but it would've been impossible to
explain the situation anyway. Defeated, I sat up on the bed and buried
my head in my hands. Erik pulled up his pants, and followed suit. Brett
pulled the chair from my desk and sat in front of us. 'Three hours
here, and you've already fucked yourself for life,' I thought to
myself. I ran my fingers through my hair, and looked up at Brett. He
just stared at me with a look of bewilderment on his face.

"Um, let me explain. I guess," I said plainly, knowing full well it
would probably do me no good.

"I think it pretty much explained itself," Brett replied, confusion
evident in his voice.

"There's nothing to say then, I guess. I'll do anything you want. Just
please, don't tell anyone," I begged, feeling as though my heart had
been ripped from my chest.

"Calm down dude," He replied, reaching out and grasping my hand. "To
tell you the truth, I'm sort of relieved,"

"Huh?" Erik and I asked in unison.

"I'm relieved. Because now, I can bring guys home and not worry about
it," He replied simply, leaning back in the chair.

"You're...?" I asked

"Bi. Don't get me wrong. I love the ladies. Just got to have a guy
thrown in there occasionally, know what I mean?"

"Not really. I don't do the ladies," I replied, chuckling lightly.

"Good deal, more for me." Brett laughed.

That was the end of our sexuality conversation. I was certain there
would be more in the future, but for now I was glad it was over. Not
that I wasn't comfortable with my sexuality, in the event someone found
out about it. I just didn't feel like rehashing my entire romantic life
for someone I'd met less than 5 hours ago. I was sure that in the
future Brett would get all the details. Well, maybe not all the
details. I'd try to keep it PG-13. Some of the stuff might down right
scare the guy, bi or not.

The rest of the night was spent learning all about Brett's life. He
never explained what happened with his "hot date," but I assumed
whatever happened wasn't good, since he'd come back to the room less
than a half hour after he'd left. It obviously didn't matter much,
because from the stories he told, he had no problem in the date
department. But that didn't come as a surprise, him being so hot and
all. I was sure we'd get along just great. That was one of the bigger
fears I had when transferring here. I had nightmares about some psycho
roommate trying to stab me with a paring knife. Once I thought that out
though, I realized I was dreaming about my mom again. Brett seemed
about as cool a roommate as one could ask for. And for a gay kid
keeping up a long distance LTR, a bi roommate was definitely something
helpful.

It was about 1:00 A.M. when Erik and I decided it was time to get to
the hotel. Being the nice roommate he is, Brett gave us a ride. There
was almost no conversation on the ride there beyond occasional yawns
from the three of us. Once we arrived at the hotel, Brett said he'd be
back at 1 tomorrow to pick me up, for my first day of hockey practice.
I said okay, and followed Erik into the hotel.

Erik was checking in by the time I got inside. He acknowledged me with
a head nod, and I went and sat on a nearby bench. Once everything was
situated, he came over and tapped me on the foot. I smiled, and he
pulled me to my feet. We walked to the elevator, and quickly took it up
to our floor. As we stepped off the elevator, we noticed a rather fat
looking man in a bath robe beating on a door and begging to be let back
in. We tried our best not to laugh as we walked by, but neither of us
could help but giggle at the sight. The guy refused to look at us as we
entered the room next to him. Once we were inside, Erik pulled me to
him and jammed his lips passionately against mine. Our tongues quickly
found one another as we fell to the bed. He wasted no time in locating
that spot on my collar bone. My penis instantly came to life. Erik
slipped his hands under my shirt and began to massage my nipples
lightly with his fingers. I moaned softly as he began to grind his
crotch against mine.

"Like that?" He asked, sucking at my neck.

"I'd like it a lot more if we didn't have clothes on," I replied,
grazing my hand against the back of his neck.

"That can be arranged," He said, standing up and unbuckling his jeans.

He seductively pushed his jeans down, revealing a large tent in his
boxers. I reached my hand out and began to stroke his dick through the
fabric. He slowly, teasingly began to undo the buttons on his shirt,
exposing his beautiful chest. He shucked his shirt to the floor then
crawled up to me on the bed. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his
chest. I began to stroke his chest softly as he began removing my
jeans. Once my jeans were off, I lay before Erik in only my shirt. He
straddled me, and slipped his hands up my shirt. I reached my arms over
my head to make the removal easier. As my shirt fell to the floor, Erik
dove onto my chest. Sensations shot through my body as his tongue met
my nipple. As he continued his tongue action, he began grinding his
crotch once more against mine. I could feel his hardness pressing
persistently against mine. Both of our dicks were throbbing, begging
for release. As he began to drift his mouth higher, onto my neck, I
lifted his head and stared deep into the aquatic blue of his eyes.

"Make love to me Erik," I breathed, intertwining my hands in his.

"No," He replied, a look of total seriousness on his face.

I stared at him in shock. He'd never declined a chance to fuck me. But
as I continued to stare at him, and smile spread across his face and he
buried his face in my neck.

"It's my turn," He ordered, flipping onto his back and pulling me along
with him.

I, of course, would never turn down an opportunity to make love to him.
I quickly went to work on his nipples, as I slid his boxers down. Once
they were down, I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand. He
moaned out lightly as I began to jerk it with long, slow strokes. I
began to migrate my mouth lower, down his abs, to his bellybutton. I
licked around his bellybutton, causing him to shudder and moan softly.
I could wait no longer. Without warning, I took all 8 inches of Erik
down my throat, garnering a loud moan from him as he buried his hands
in the sheets. I began to bob up and down his shaft slowly, getting
light whimpers from him each time. As I began more of a sucking motion,
I slipped a finger into his anus. He softly moaned out my name, and
thrust up into my mouth. I continued worshiping his beautiful inches as
I slipped another finger into him. I let his cock slip from my mouth
until just the head remained. I could taste his sweet precum dripping
on my tongue. I took my mouth from his cock momentarily, and began
licking his balls. I could feel them rising up in his sack, signaling
his oncoming orgasm. I brought my mouth back immediately to his
throbbing dick, and increased my sucking speed. I slowly slipped
another finger into him, stretching him in preparation for my cock. As
I began to thrust my fingers into him, his entire body tensed and he
screamed out he was cumming. I quickly removed my mouth from his dick,
and jerked him off the rest of the way. As he came down from his high,
he looked down at me with that patented smirk on his face.

"You are too wonderful," He spoke, out of breath.

"Now for the best part," I replied, taking the juice from his dick and
rubbing it into mine.

Once my dick was all lubed up, I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and
placed myself at his opening. I felt him tense as I slipped the head
past his anus, but he quickly relaxed as my throbbing eight inches slid
into him. Once I felt my balls hit his ass, I leaned down and kissed
him softly on the lips. As our kiss parted, he stared at me with a look
of complete happiness on his face. I mouthed the words "I love you" as
I began to thrust into him slowly. I started sucking on his neck as I
pumped my dick into him. He moaned with each thrust in, telling me
without words that I was hitting his prostate each time. I was in utter
heaven as my dick slipped in and out of my beautiful boyfriend. He
began clenching his ass around my dick with each thrust in, causing me
to bite down lightly on his shoulder each time. I reached down and
wrapped my hands around his once more throbbing hard cock. It took only
seconds for my jerking to become in-sync with my thrusts into his
gorgeous ass. I could feel my orgasm bubbling as I felt my balls hit
his ass. I brought my lips once more to his and kissed him with all the
passion left in my body. As our tongues began to dance, I reached the
breaking point. I thrust in one final time and felt my juices begin to
flow, coating his insides with 9 shots. I continued to jerk him off,
still inside of him. It took only a minute more before he shot his
second load of the night into my hand. This time, I brought the cum to
my mouth and drank it down. I leaned down and kissed him as I pulled
myself from his ass. I crawled up the bed and laid my head down on his
chest. I started softly stroking his chest as he spoke.

"I love you Adam,"

"I love you too," I replied, cuddling up on his chest and closing my
eyes.

He started to run his fingers through my hair as I closed my eyes. I
planted a soft kiss onto his chest, then felt myself begin to drift
off. As I was drifting away, I started thinking about my life. I could
never answer when I asked myself just what I did to deserve him. This
love was so strong. I'd be thousands of miles away now, for months at a
time. But I still didn't worry about anything. I knew that once a break
came, I could go home and be right back in his arms. We'd been through
so much in the past 2 1/2 years. But every time, we came out stronger.
We'd yet to face a challenge we couldn't work through. And while I may
not know the future, I hoped deep down that would always be true.

* * *

"Nice hustle Ross!" I heard yelled at me as I deked and scored on the
goalie yet again.

I'd been at hockey practice for about an hour, and had heard nothing
but praise from everyone who was watching. I hadn't noticed until my
last goal that once I had the puck, the rest of the team froze and
watched me. The goalie had only been able to stop me on 3 out of 17
shots. Of course, this was the back-up goalie. I had yet to face the
number 1 goalie, the star of the team, B-Rex, as he was called. He was
late to practice, so the back-up goalie had to take all the punishment
that B-Rex would usually stop. I was anxious for him to get here. I
wanted to prove that I could get past more than just back-up goalies.

"Ross, come over here!" The coach yelled, motioning me over with his
hand.

I skated across the ice and stopped against the boards. As I was
climbing over them to get to the bench, I saw a massive mound of pads
walking from the locker room. I knew immediately that it was the famed
B-Rex. The coach tapped him on the helmet, and said "Stop being late"
in a tone that was obvious to even me that he didn't mean it. Brett had
explained to me earlier that B-Rex could get away with anything,
especially with the coach. That didn't matter to me, I expected it. The
stars of the team usually got special treatment.

"Rex. This is Adam Ross, our new forward defenseman," The coach
explained, patting me on the shoulder.

"Nice to meet you," I said, extending my hand.

He pulled his glove off long enough to shake my hand, then immediately
put it back on.

"Likewise," He said in a heavily French accented voice. "Let's say we
get on the ice?"

"Absolutely," I agreed, stepping back onto the ice.

He trotted his way onto the ice and glided his way to the net. The team
immediately began firing pucks at him, him stopping all but one. After
the puck slid by him, he quickly removed it from the net and cleared it
down center ice to where I stood. As the puck whizzed to me, I stopped
it with my stick. I stared down the ice to where Rex stood guarding the
net. He gestured for me to "bring it" so to speak, and I happily
obliged. I charged up ice with the puck on my stick. As I approached,
Rex dropped down to stop me, but he'd find no such luck. As he dropped
down, the puck went above him right into the back of the net. The rest
of the team erupted in cheer as I skidded to a stop behind the net. Rex
turned around and looked at me. I couldn't see his face behind the
mask, so I had no idea what he might be thinking. He pulled the puck
from the net with his stick and tossed it up to his hand. He dropped
his gloves on the net then skated up to me.

"I suggest you keep this," He advised, handing me the puck. "It won't
happen very often,"

He stared directly into my eyes for a brief moment, then cracked a
smile. He slapped me on the back, then yelled "Okay boys, let's get
this shit going" to the rest of the team. Practice instantly resumed. I
skated toward the bench and tossed the puck to Erik. He caught it and
dropped it into his jacket pocket. He patted his pocket as if to say
"It's safe with me." I winked at him then went to resume practice with
my new teammates.

Practice lasted for another hour or so before the coach told us to hit
the showers. I'm serious, those were his exact words. I fought
diligently to keep my eyes to myself, which isn't easy being a gay man
in a locker room full of hot, naked hockey players. I showered and
changed as quick as possible, then made my way back into the stadium
where Erik was waiting for me.

He stood talking to one of the assistant coaches as I walked up. I
shook hands with the coach, and talked hockey briefly before he excused
himself and went to the locker room. Erik handed me the puck from
earlier, and a marker. I stared at him bewilderedly before he spoke.

"I want the first autograph," He explained, flashing that patented grin
briefly.

"What's your name again?" I joked as I signed my John Hancock on the
puck.

"Gee, thanks mister," He said like an 8-year-old as I handed him the
puck.

"I'd say your welcome little boy if I didn't know that there is nothing
little about you," I replied coyly

"Is that right?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh yeah,"

"Why don't we go back to the hotel and check, just to make sure?"

"Good plan,"

As we turned to walk away, someone yelled "Hey Ross" from behind us. I
turned around and saw a complete stranger motioning me over. I shrugged
my shoulders, and walked back to where the person stood.

As I approached, I thought I'd stepped into a dream. Before me stood
perhaps the hottest guy I've ever seen since I first met Erik. Like,
wow. You ever seen a guy whose face could turn you on? I've seen two of
them in my life. I'm dating one, and the other stood before me right
now. His face, was like seriously something out of an Abercrombie &
Fitch catalogue. His eyes were so dark, it was almost as if looking
into night itself. They were a strong contrast to his bright blonde
hair. As I stopped in front of him, he showed me a smile that could
melt diamonds. I found myself thinking what I've thought most of my
life; guys really DO grow hotter in Canada.

"Can I help you?" I asked, smiling.

"You don't recognize me without the gear on do you?" He asked in a
heavy French accent, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Can't say I do,"

"Regan Bradshaw?"

"Don't ring a bell,"

"Rex," He laughed, extending his hand.

"Rex? Didn't recognize you without 30 lbs of gear and a mask on," I
said jokingly, shaking his hand.

"You'd be surprised how often I hear that. Some say I look better with
that mask on, eh?"

'Oh my no you don't, I thought to myself. 'Whoever said you look better
with a mask on was obviously blind.' If I didn't already have an
incredibly hot boyfriend, I'd be ripping his clothes of and making
sweet love to him at center ice. I understood now why he was a god in
this school. That face, those eyes, that accent. And did I mention how
buff he looked? Calm down, Adam. 'Erik, Erik.' I turned back and looked
at Erik. I was instantly reminded how lucky I was. Thoughts of Erik
quickly re-conquered my mind, flushing out the hotness of Rex in the
process. I cleared my throat and turned back to Rex.

"So what's up?" I asked, adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

"I just wanted to see if you wanted to grab a drink, get to know each
other,"

"Well, my friend is with me..." I started, pointing back at Erik.

"Bring him along, the more the merrier,"

"Okay. Give me like 10 minutes to drop my stuff off, then I'll be
good,"

"You live in Bentley, yeah? I'll give you a ride,"

"Thanks,"

"Don't mention it. I'm parked out front," He stated, pointing toward
the door where Erik stood.

I nodded and walked back toward the door. Erik smiled as I approached,
but froze as he saw Rex walk up. I laughed to myself, and realized that
was probably the same look I had when I first saw him. The poor guy, he
was going to get a complex if we kept looking at him like that. I
introduced the two of them, and they shook hands without a word. Both
of them were looking at each other quite strangely. In my fantasy
world, I said it was because they both wanted me, and were going to get
buck naked and wrestle for my love. But in reality, I knew it was
probably nothing more than familiarity, like they knew someone who
looked like the other. I paid it no mind, and walked out into the
parking lot. Rex pointed to his car (a VERY nice Lexus, it only made
sense that the star of the hockey team drove a car like that, I don't
know why) and turned off the alarm. He unlocked the doors, and the
three of us hopped in and made the short drive to my dorm.

I wasn't in my dorm for more that 10 minutes. Erik stayed in the car
with Rex while I ran in and dropped my bag off. Brett was nowhere to be
found, which didn't surprise me. Something already told me that if it
wasn't for hockey practice, I'd probably never see the guy. But there
was hockey practice, so I didn't worry about it. I dropped my bag onto
my bed and ran back out to the car. Erik had taken my spot in the front
seat, so I climbed in back and we started on our way to Rex's favorite
bar.

Rex's favorite bar was called the Maui Lounge. It didn't really make
sense to me having a Maui Lounge in Alberta, but Rex explained to me it
was only because they put little umbrellas in all their drinks. I
laughed about that briefly, but the novelty of it wore off pretty
quick. The three of us walked in and immediately to a table in the back
of the bar. A rather attractive looking waitress came up and asked us
for our order. Since I could legally drink in Canada, I ordered a
Buttery Nipple (Which for those of you who don't know is Butterscotch
Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream). Rex got Martini, and Erik, always
conservative got a Coke.

Once our drinks arrived, heavy conversation began. I'm pretty sure Rex
got my entire life story in like 20 minutes. Erik supplied an
occasional comment on my life, but all and all kept pretty quiet. Rex
gave a rather summarized version of his life, pretty much "I was born,
raised, now here I am" getting a snort from Erik. I just stared at him
for a second, and went back to the conversation. We talked for another
hour, mostly about our families, before I got up and announced my
departure for the bathroom. I'd had about 4 Buttery Nipples by this
point, so I was feeling kinda happy. I made my business in the bathroom
quick, then walked back into the bar. As I was walking out, Brett and a
couple other guys from the hockey team called me over to their table. I
walked over and took a seat at their table. I was immediately handed a
beer.

"Kick ass show today in practice man. Let's just hope you can do that
every game," The team captain, Eli said, taking a gulp from his beer.

"I'll damn sure try, I know that much," I returned, sipping at my beer.
Truth be told, I hated beer. But I wasn't going to be rude and decline
one my second day in the country.

"You don't look like you have to try. You made it look easy. You're
like Yzerman out there," Brett marveled, shaking my shoulders.

"You damn sure schooled ole' Rex out there today," One of my fellow
defensemen, Bryan avowed, chewing on the toothpick end of his little
drink umbrella.

"Yeah, well, he made a mistake and I capitalized. Don't go making me
out to be Gretzky," I laughed, choking down another drink of the beer.

"Gretzky my ass, you're way better than Gretzky," Eli joked, sending
the table into an uproar of laughs.

I got a hearty laugh out of my comparisons to The Great One. No one
ever could be as good as him, me especially since I was a defenseman. I
stayed and joked with them for a few more minutes, glancing over
Bryan's shoulder occasionally at Rex and Erik. They looked engrossed in
a heavy conversation, so I decided to stay with these guys until I
finished the beer. Once I'd choked down the last of the putrid liquid,
I said my goodbyes and got up to walk back to Rex and Erik. But just as
I stood, I wanted to fall back down. There in front of me, Erik and Rex
were kissing. A full range of emotions swept through me instantly,
ending with anger. Just as I prepared to begin my yelling, Erik pushed
Rex away and jumped up from the table.

"You're such a fucking asshole, Josh!" He screamed, pushing past people
and exiting the bar.

Rex sat there staring at me, not attempting to speak. I glared at him
before I ran outside to find Erik. As I stepped into the frigid Alberta
air, an icicle fell from the roof, shattering into tiny pieces. That
seemed fitting to me. Underneath all my anger, that's just how my heart
felt, shattered. Erik was furiously walking up the parking lot when I
caught up to him.

"What the fuck was that?" I demanded, my anger bubbling over into my
voice.

"Adam..." He started, tears crackling in his voice.

"Don't Adam me. What the fuck was that?"

"It's complicated," He said again, his back still toward me.

"Tell him the truth Erik, he deserves that much," Rex spoke to me from
behind.

In an instant, Erik spun around. He looked straight past me to Rex.

"Fuck you, Josh!" He yelled, charging toward Rex with fists clenched.

I stepped in between them, and pushed Erik away. He looked at me,
stunned. I was still completely furious, even as I stared into his tear
stained face. For the first time in 2 1/2 years, I was actually mad at
Erik. I had no idea what was going on. But at that point, it didn't
really matter to me. What mattered is my boyfriend had been kissing
another guy. Not just any other guy, a guy I had to play hockey with
for the next 2 years, at least. There were so many things I wanted to
call Erik at that very moment, the biggest of which would be a
hypocrite. He came down on me for having crushes on celebrities, but
here he was making out with another guy. The blood in my veins was
beginning to boil. I took a deep breath and tried to speak.

"Someone start fucking talking, now!" I yelled, glancing back and forth
at both of them.

"Why don't you tell him, Josh? You've already ruined my life once,"
Erik said disgustedly, shaking his head.

"Oh get over yourself. I only kissed you because you put out," Rex shot
back

I looked deep into Erik's eyes as Rex spoke. A look of hatred swept
through them like a hurricane. But in the aftermath, all that was left
was a look of pain. I was still clueless on this entire situation. But
my anger began to subside as I stared into Erik's eyes. I had never
seen such a look of pain etched across his beautiful face.

"I put out?" Erik asked, tears enveloping his voice. "You raped me you
son of a bitch,"

"What?" I asked quietly, not believing my own ears.

"You heard me. Regan Joshua Bradshaw, "Rex" raped me when I was 14. You
happy, Josh? Now he knows,"

I was in shock as I stood there between them. Erik visibly tried to
choke back his tears. I wanted desperately to take him in my arms and
tell him it would be okay, but I couldn't move. What I'd heard was
beyond my comprehension. Never had Erik mentioned this. There had never
even been mention of someone named Josh, as he seemed to call Rex. This
was a monumental revelation after 2 1/2 years. As selfish as I knew it
was, I felt myself wanting to scream "How could you not tell me?" But
thankfully, I was able to control my emotions. I glanced over at Rex,
and noticed a glimmer of a tear in his eye. When he saw me staring, he
wiped at his face with his glove.

"I was just a kid, Erik," Rex almost whispered.

"Fuck you!" Erik snapped back. "Just go. Get the fuck away from me!"

Rex didn't speak as he walked away and to his car. He peeled out of the
parking lot only seconds later, leaving Erik and me alone. I stood
silently staring at him until I heard him sniffle. As he wiped his face
on his coat sleeve, I rushed over and wrapped my arms around him. He
collapsed meekly against me and immediately broke into tears. I held
him firmly against me and rocked him gently. This was another first.
Never before had Erik been the one crying on me.

"Adam, I'm so sorry," He sobbed into my chest.

"For what? Erik, you've done nothing wrong," I replied truthfully,
rubbing his back. I disregarded any hurt feelings I had for never being
told. I had never seen Erik so upset.

"I wanted to tell you so bad. But I couldn't stand to lose another
person over this,"

"Another?"

"My dad,"

"What?" I asked, our embrace separating.

"Can we go back to the hotel? I think I should start from the
beginning, and we'd freeze our nuts off with a story this long," He
laughed stalely.

I chuckled lightly, and wiped a tear from his face. I kissed him
lightly on the forehead, then motioned with my head toward the door. We
walked inside, and he took a seat at the bar while I asked Brett for a
ride. He agreed, but not without joking and saying "You're lucky I feel
an obligation toward cute guys in distress." I just laughed and thanked
him as we walked out to his truck. Once we were situated in the truck,
I grabbed Erik's hand and held it tightly for the entire ride. He was
silent for the entire ride, minus the occasional sniffle. It tore me up
inside to see him like this. I could hardly believe he was able to keep
a situation like this bottled up inside for so long. And it had
something to do with his dad? I suddenly felt like the lowest form of
life for making him come here with me. But how could I have known? He'd
never mentioned any of it, ever. I was more than a little anxious to
find out the whole story.

Once we arrived at the hotel, we said goodbye to Brett and made our way
up to the room. As soon as I got in the room, I kicked my shoes off and
climbed under the blankets. Once I was comfortable, I tossed my jacket
to the floor and patted the spot next to me. Erik took his jacket off
and cuddled up next to me. I started stroking his hair softly, waiting
for him to speak. He didn't actually have to, the cuddling had more
than satisfied me over the past 2 1/2 years. But I'm sure he knew as
well as I did that not knowing would drive me nuts. And there is
already one member of my family in a loony bin. Hmm, I wonder how mom
is liking the new padding on her walls?

"Where should I start?" Erik sighed, adjusting his position on my
chest.

"Wherever you want baby, you take as much time as you want," I replied
soothingly.

"Well, I guess I can start with the obvious. I met "Rex" when I was 14,
during a summer with my dad. We became really good friends. He even
taught me how to play hockey,"

"Didn't teach you very well, did he?" I joked, trying to keep the mood
light. But it was true, Erik was a horrible hockey player.

"Shut up" He giggled back, punching me in the chest. "Now anyway. We
were hanging out one day, wrestling around, and then he started
touching me. When I fought back, he pinned me down. You know me, I
didn't get big until 16, so he pretty much had his way with me," He
spoke slowly, his voice beginning to quaver.

I squeezed him tightly, and kissed the top of his head. He hugged me
tightly, and held on for minutes. I could feel his tears leaking onto
my shirt. I resumed stroking his hair. It was the only way I knew to
comfort him that would still allow him to speak. My heart was aching
inside at the thought that someone could do such a thing to him. And it
pained me to think that I had to play hockey side by side with the
person who'd done it to him.

"Promise me you won't leave me?" He asked.

"Never, Erik. Ever," I returned, squeezing him tightly once more.

"I love you, Adam,"

"I love you too, babe. Forever,"

"Now for the really messed up part," He said slowly, taking a deep
breath. "He hurt me when he...did what he did, physically. So I had to
tell my dad,"

He stopped as the tears began to overflow. He sat up on the bed, and I
immediately pulled him to me. I rocked with him slowly, whispering
"It's okay, it can't hurt you anymore," into his ear. I had never seen
Erik in such a state before. He felt so fragile in my arms. I didn't
ever want to let him go. I just wanted to hold him forever, and assure
him that no one could ever hurt him again. But after a few minutes, I
must've been cutting his air off, because he separated from me and
grabbed my hand. He smiled slightly at me through his tear stricken
eyes. I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.

"You don't have to finish," I whispered, rubbing his leg.

"No, I want to," He returned, sniffling. I leaned in and kissed him
softly once more. "When I told my dad, he lost it. He didn't believe
me. He called me a faggot, and beat me up pretty bad. Then he sent me
home to my mom. He never spoke to me again. Then about a year later he
was killed in the car crash,"

By the finish of his statement, Erik's tears had ceased. He'd always
spoke of his father in such a resentful, sad tone. It was crystal clear
to me now why that was. Erik's mom had always said that his dad was a
terrible person. I had no idea how true that was. It was unfathomable
to me that anyone could treat their child like that. But sadly, Erik
wasn't the only person who had to endure that. As I looked into his
eyes, there was no more pain there. Sadness lingered, but beneath that
lay the fire that usually adorned those gorgeous blue pools. He smiled,
and leaned down and kissed me. This kiss lasted some time, our tongues
dancing wickedly before we separated. Once we separated, he lay down
and reclaimed his position on my chest.

"Thank you, Adam. For listening to me. I've wanted to tell you for a
long time, but I was afraid you'd run away from me,"

"Erik," I started, sitting up on the bed, causing him to follow suit. I
grasped his hands in mine and stared deep into his eyes. "I would never
run away from you, ever. I love you more than life itself. Nothing
could ever change that. Unless you grew boobs,"

He laughed and then tossed his arms around me. We stayed in that hug
for minutes, neither of us wanting to let go. This was one of those
situations where words weren't needed. Anything either of us wanted to
say was spoken in the embrace. After tonight, I'd gained a whole new
level of love for him. For him to be able to suffer like that, and to
come out the man that he did showed such a strength. He was my hero,
more now than ever before.

"I love you, Erik," I spoke, nuzzling his neck.

"I love you too," He replied, planting a soft kiss on my neck.

"Wanna dance?" I asked as we separated.

"How, we don't have any music?"

"Come on, I'll show you,"

I hopped to my feet, and pulled him to his. I put my arms around his
neck and began to dance with him slowly. This was something we'd done
so often in the past, albeit with music, but I enjoyed it every time
like it was the first. It was one of those things we did that made
everyone tell us how much of a nauseatingly cute couple we were. In
moments like this, I was always reminded of how much I loved him. As we
switched leads, he laid his head on my shoulder. I kissed him softly on
the forehead then began to provide our music.

"Who, would've believed," I sang softly, Erik's eyes lighting up. "That
you and me would fall, and land together. And who, could've foreseen.
In you I'd find that place, I belonged forever. And if I move closer,
then love will take over. And lead, the way,"

"I'd, given up hope," Erik took over. "Losing the faith that love,
could be mine to treasure. And now, nothing's the same. I found myself
reborn, on the day I met you. And if we move closer, then love will
take over. And lead, the way,"

"Suddenly, you are lying here with me..." I started, being interrupted
by a knock at the door.

We looked at each other, but couldn't come up with an answer. He
slipped his hand behind my head, and drove his lips passionately on to
mine. Our tongues touched lightly before I pinched his ass and told him
to get the door. He giggled and trotted happily toward the door.

But as the door opened, his expression drastically changed. There stood
Rex, his face blotchy and red, making it obvious he'd been crying. The
two of them stood staring at each other, neither moving. I made the
decision to play mediator, and walked over to them.

"Rex, why don't you come in and sit down," I stated, pointing toward
the lone chair that graced the room.

"I...I...can't," He replied, looking at Erik. "I just had to say a few
things, so I asked Brett where you were staying," He spoke nervously,
his left hand twitching slightly.

"Regan, please come in and sit down," Erik spoke, to the shock of both
me and Rex.

Rex nervously walked in the room, but didn't sit. I shut the door
behind him and walked over to the bed. Erik followed and sat down next
to me. He grabbed my hand, and I could feel him shaking. I squeezed his
hand lightly, and smiled at him, reassuring him as best I could that
everything would be okay. He cracked a bit of a smile, but it was still
painfully obvious how upset he was. But no one in their right mind
would blame him. I couldn't begin to imagine the thoughts and emotions
running through Erik's mind. This is a situation he'd fought with for
so long. He'd buried it as best he could in the past five years. But
here he was, face to face with it once again. My heart ached for him.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry," Rex spat out quickly, making direct
eye contact with Erik. "And I know that it may not mean a lot now, so
many years later. But I mean it, with every inch of my soul,"

As Rex finished speaking, tears streamed down his face. He sat down on
the chair and buried his head in his hands. I almost felt sorry for Rex
as I stared at him. He was certainly, at least from what I've seen, not
the vicious, remorseless rapist type. As he sat crying in front of us,
it seemed as if the situation plagued him as bad as it had Erik for all
this time. I didn't know the guy well enough to know if he meant what
he said. But to be that heartfelt and not mean it, he'd have to be a
damned good actor. But it didn't really matter what I thought. It was
all how Erik took it.

"It does mean a lot," Erik responded, breaking the uncomfortable
silence that had taken over the room. "That's all I've wanted for 5
years, to know that you had regrets for what you did,"

"I regret it more than anything. It took me years to get past what I
did. That's why I devoted my life to hockey. But every time I hear your
name, it rips me all apart again. I will never, ever be able to express
how sorry I am. And I'm not even going to try. I just want you to know
that I regret it. And if I could, I'd take it back in a heartbeat,"

"That's all I can ask for "Rex." We can't erase what happened, but we
can move on. And to know that you're sorry, I can finally officially do
that,"

The room went silent once more. As I listened to Erik speak, I was so
proud of him. He didn't have to big about it. He had more than enough
right to hate Rex with every fiber of his being. But that's not Erik's
way. A simple apology and everything is forgiven. That's the way he'd
always been. He may never forget what happened, but he'd never let you
know he remembered. If you tried to make things right with him, he'd go
out of his way to make sure everything was...peachy, for SEVERE lack of
a better term. That was just one of the billions of things that made me
love him even more.

"And I'm sorry for kissing you earlier," Rex spoke quickly, breaking
the silence. "It was the martini's, and I don't know. I'm an idiot is
really the best reason,"

Erik chuckled lightly, then smiled. "I understand. That's why I don't
drink. And really, I should say thank you for that. Because without
that, I might never have told Adam about it," He said, smiling and
patting my knee.

We stared and smiled at each other for what seemed like eternity. I was
so happy to see him smile after everything he'd been through today, I
didn't want to take my eyes off of him. But then again, there weren't
too many times I wanted to take my eyes off of him, he was just that
beautiful. Our unspoken love must've gotten to Rex though, because he
stood up from his chair and cleared his throat.

"I think I'll get going before the love in the room drowns me," He
joked, walking toward the door.

Erik and I laughed, and followed him toward the door. "Thanks, Josh,
Regan, Rex, whoever the hell you are," Erik giggled, extending his
hand. "I really mean that,"

"Thank you, Erik. My soul is a lot more at ease now," Rex returned,
shaking Erik's hand. "And Ross, don't over use your hockey stick
tonight. Save it for the ice," He joked, winking at me.

"Don't you worry," I laughed, putting my arm on his shoulder. "I'll be
nice and ready to score all over your ass tomorrow,"

"Yeah, we'll see about that," He said, walking backward out the door.

"Goodnight, Rex," I replied, shutting the door and walking back to the
bed.

I plopped down onto the bed and crawled back under the covers. Erik
switched the light off then crawled up beside me. I kissed him lightly
on the lips, then cuddled onto his chest. He kissed me softly on top of
the head. My mind was racing from everything that had occurred that
day. It was hard to believe that it had all happened in such a short
time. Seeing Erik so vulnerable, so hurt was something I could live
without. But to see him get through it with such strength only added
more depth to the love that was already there. It had been cemented
that day, Erik was the most amazing person I'd ever known.

"Thank you, Adam," Erik said lightly, caressing my hair.

"For what?"

"For being you. And for loving me,"

"I always will, Erik. As long as I live,"

I reached up and kissed his lips. This kiss was so intense, I felt my
knees knocking under the blankets. Ours lips touched sensuously for
minutes, our tongues never becoming involved. Once our kiss separated,
I lay my head back down on his chest and closed my eyes. As I lay there
thinking, the first thing that popped into my head was the song we'd
sang earlier. I felt a smile come to my face, then took a deep breath.

"Suddenly, you are lying here with me. And the truths, I used to hold
have changed. And if I move closer, and let it take over. Then love,
will lead the way,"

"I love you, Adam," Erik whispered happily, squeezing me to him.

"I love you too,"

With that, I closed my eyes and returned to my thoughts. My first
couple days in Canada were certainly interesting. Two teammates found
out I was gay, and thankfully both took it well. I get a shocking
revelation about my boyfriend, but I get to be there as he clears up a
thing that has tormented him for years. So in the end, I guess
everything turned out okay. I seriously hoped that was a sign of things
to come. I had a feeling that I'd like it here, even after all the
drama of the first couple days. But even if things went bad, I took
comfort in knowing one thing. No matter what I did, or where I went, I
had someone who loved me. And as the song had said so beautifully, love
will lead the way....

THE END?