Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2007 09:57:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ian Lewis <inlwtx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Leaving Everything to Chance Chapter 5: A Roll of the Dice

DISCLAIMER: This story contains depictions of
homosexual contact between underage males. Read at
your own risk, and do not read at all if it is illegal
in your city, state, or province. All characters
depicted are fictional, and any resemblance to real
persons can be attributed to chance.

I'll admit it. What initially drew my eye to the
incredibly sexy Chance Owens was his good looks. What
made me like him was his blatant sexual advance (on an
airplane, by the way.) What made me like him even more
was the mind-numbingly good sex we'd had. Twice. Top
and bottom. (Lucky me, huh?)

What made me fall in love with Chance Owens, you ask?

I don't know, to be entirely honest. Maybe its his
eyes. They're a burning green, and lit with emerald
fire, the one that comes only from intense emotion. Or
the tired expression that he wears rarely, like he's
ran into some brick walls sometimes in his life. Or
the unlimited happiness I feel when I'm beside him. Or
the sweet innocence he has when he's deep in sleep
breathing softly. Maybe it's all of these things.
Maybe it's none of them. Either way... I'm madly in
love with him. It's crazy. It's unreal.

It's one o'clock in the morning, and we're laying on
the ground beside my car, staring up at the stars.
He's resting his head on his arms, and I'm resting my
head on his chest. I can hear his heart beating very
softly, and I can hear him inhaling and exhaling the
smell of the night air, and the smell of me. Right
now, we're at the point where we don't need to talk.
His warmth and his smile and his hand in my hair are
whispering a silent litany: "I love you I love you I
love you I love you." My soft purr of pleasure and my
hand on his chest  and all of my being reply in kind:
"I love you I love you I love you I love you..." We
look up to the sky, under the twinkling half globe of
stars and planets, in reverence of how they've aligned
tonight. I could go all the way up there and still
fall short of the heights I'm feeling now. I turn to
face him, and our eyes meet, and I see joy in his
eyes. I kiss him. He kisses me back, and he presses
himself against me, mingling his warmth and my warmth
and making our freshly showered skin break out in a
light sweat. I feel that same need, that desperate
longing that I felt  in our first kiss. Only now I
knew it wasn't simply lust, but a desire of the mind
body and soul for someone to love and be loved by. I
kissed him back with that same need, and my heartbeat
rapidly accelerated. We were blissfully ignorant of
the dull pain of laying on the gravel.After an
eternity in heaven, we broke. We lay gasping and
euphoric, and The breeze stops over the parking lot
for a moment to carry us into sleep, in each other's
arms.

*     *     *     *

The morning after, we felt mischievous. After we
checked out, My boyfriend and I practically paraded
into the lobby, with my arm around his waist. When we
made it into the view of the prim grey-haired woman
behind the counter (who, after learning that we had
spent the night in the parking lot, already had us
down as crazy), I whispered sweet nothings into
Chance's ear, to which he winked conspiratorially and
then smooched me. I groaned with pleasure and gave him
some tongue. I peeked a look, and the woman looked
absolutely scandalized, her eyes open in shock. To
seal the deal, I grabbed his crotch and told him,
"Let's go do it now." He nodded, giggling like a
schoolboy, then took my be the arm and strutted to the
car with me in tow. When the squeal of "Well I never!"
reached our ears, we threw back our heads and laughed.
I think we started her day off just right.

Chance and I made our way back to civilization
merrily. Top down, sun shining, hair blowing in the
wind, and wailing along to melancholy country songs.
We stopped for breakfast at a restaurant (where we
animatedly played poker, much to our waitress's
amusement) and then stopped at a car wash (where we
"accidentally" got each other soaking wet)and then the
park, to let our clothes dry (where we "accidentally"
made out in a low branch of a tree and then
accidentally fell out.)

With the morning hours gone, I thought about where
Chance was staying. He rifled through some papers in
his bag, and came up with an address. I almost crashed
the car, for as soon as he read it, I snatched the
paper from him, and stared at it in disbelief. His
home was a nice house, one that had just been built no
more than five houses down from mine. I would have
said it was too good to be true, but I'm surprised
less and less  by happenings of late. Staring up into
his concerned face with pure elation, I yelp, "Chance!
Your house is close to mine! You'll go to the same
school! Can you believe that?" He flashed me a
Hollywood-grade grin.
"Nope... that's pretty cool." I could see he was both
saddened by the mention of home and happy that home
was close to me.  Something was really troubling my
boyfriend. Which meant that something was troubling
me, too. I knew he'd talk about it when he was ready.
I put an arm around him to reassure him. "You know I'm
there for you, right?"

We rounded the turn to our street, and I slowed down,
knowing that watchful parents would report speeding
cars in the neighborhood. I pointed out my house to
him as we passed it, saying "Plan on spending a lot of
time there," with only a trace of innuendo. I stopped
in front of the new house, which matched the picture
Chance had. Gave me a grim smile, and looked directly
in my eyes (I hadn't realized what kind of connection
that makes with people) and said, "Thanks Ian. For
everything. And... I love you." Before I could finish
saying "I love you too," we were locked in a goodbye
kiss. By now, his lips, his touch, were so familiar.
He got out the car, hefted his bags, and walked up the
front steps like a man condemned. I had a feeling it
wouldn't be wise to stay around.

I quickly turned the car and pulled into our driveway.
>From the front door, I could smell the unmistakable
aroma of chocolate. I opened the door and was bathed
in the haze of cocoa. My footsteps were drowned out by
the whir of a mixer, and I trance-walked into the
kitchen. There were no less than ten different
chocolate creations  in various stages of completion,
and my mother was bent over a bowl of cake batter,
intent on increasing that number. My mom was 45, and
was the source of my dark hair and blue eyes. As
mothers go, I thought she was fairly attractive which
mattered little to my father. After learning of his
various infidelities, they reasonably got a divorce.
She got enough money to start her cake business, he
got the car, the house was sold, the money put in a
trust fund for me. Sometimes it helped to have a
father around, but their divorce wasn't nearly as
dreadful as they can be. I lived with her, but visited
him whenever the whim took us. Our life was
comfortable and business was good. Best of all, my
mother seemed to know I was gay, although I've never
come out to her. She was okay with it totally,
although she did miss being able to embarrass me by
pointing out guys she'd like to sleep with. I loved
her. I loved her dark chocolate cookies, too, a large
pan of which sat on the counter, cooling. Still
undetected, I reached for one.
"They're five bucks a dozen, kid. I don't sell
individuals, though." Darn. Foiled again. My mother
turned off the mixer to give me a hug and kiss on the
cheek.
"Hi Mom."
"How was the trip? How was your father?"
"The trip was great. Dad was... well, Dad."
"Tell me about it. Who was the boy?"
"Which boy?"
"The one in the car with you. Lives down the street?"
Huh? She had been looking out the window until she
knew I was coming. Mothers.
"I gave him a ride home from the airport. Met him on
the plane."
"Good thing I already know where he lives. Wouldn't
care to go to jail for stalking him for a date." She
never hid the fact that she was still searching for
Mr. Right, but she kept it humorous.
"Mom, isn't he a little young? And besides... he's-"
"You're only as young as you feel Ian. And besides
he's what?"
"..."
"Well, spit it out, before my heart breaks." I flashed
her a half sly, half embarrassed grin.
"He's mine."
"Wow... what a catch."
"Heh, I know."
"Next time bring me back one too."
"Sure mom."
"Order out for lunch. I'm too busy cooking to cook."
And at that, she turned back to the food of the gods
she was preparing. "I've got to have this chocolate
showcase frosted and ready to go by five. Oh, and I
made one extra. Help yourself." Mmmmm. Cookie. I
grabbed it, and headed towards my room. I ate it and
lay down in my bed, not bothering to change clothes or
even turn the light on. After a trip like that (and a
night spent awake at a hotel...)I knew I'd be out for
a while. Man, what a perfect end to a perfect day.

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I think that was a nice change of pace.
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