Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2007 14:52:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ian Lewis <inlwtx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Leaving Everything to Chance Chapter 7: Giving Love a Chance

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.


We were the sweet notes of a chord. He was beautiful
by himself, a pure tone, but when we were together he
seemed to brighten, as if he'd found his place. I felt
exactly the same. Maybe it was too good to be true.
Probably. I wanted to enjoy it while it lasted, then.
I felt better than I'd felt in a long time. I was
glowing. It wasn't just physical. Although it was a
lot of physical. Chance and I understood each other.
We didn't have to talk much, we just had to be near
each other to enjoy each other's company. Even so, I
knew precious little about him. It hadn't posed a
problem yet, but I still felt like something was
missing. I brought it up with my mom over dinner.

"Your attraction now is mostly physical. That's all it
is. You fell in love with his body. Now fall in love
with his mind. His story. Once you do that, you'll be
inseparable."

"Mom, how do I even begin to do that?"

"Go out for a movie. Meet his parents. Adopt a pet. Do
something that doesn't involve you two sweating all
over each other. Believe you me. The sex gets old."

"Is that happened with you and dad? (I couldn't quite
believe I was asking this.)"

"Pretty much. He got bored with one toy and found
another." I was silent at this. My father was not "the
enemy" of our household, but it was understood that
any happiness we found was despite him. A counselor
that evaluated me as a child would probably have
attributed my homosexuality to a lack of father
figure. I dunno. Sounds too Freudian to me.

"All I'm saying is, talk to the boy. Get to know him.
Don't just "know" him. You'll find it worthwhile."

"Should I get a ring while I'm at it?" She snorted and
flung a piece of garlic bread at me.

"Don't patronize me kiddo. I'm still your mother." She
dug into her purse and slapped a brochure on the
table. Some classical guitarist was playing at a
nearby hoity toity performance hall, apparently. I
looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "You both like
music, don't you?"

"Um... yeah." She flipped open the brochure and
revealed two tickets for the performance tomorrow
night.

"I got 'em from a client. Take him. Dinner afterward.
On me." She added her credit card with the lowest
limit, one she saved for rare vacations. Whew. Social
situations. I was a little nervous about going on our
first date (rather, first date that involved clothes)
and a little nervous about doing so in public. Truth
be told, we probably wouldn't be feeling up on each
other (all that much), but for all its talk of freedom
and tolerance, America isn't quite yet ready for two
boys to love each other. I looked up at my mother, and
she seemed to sense my qualms. She put her hand on
mine.
"If it's meant to be, there's nothing to worry about.
You two look so happy together. Oh, it's a black tie
affair." Heh. A tux would look so cute on Chance.

*     *     *     *

Damn right it would. He cleaned up really nicely.
Somehow the tux gave him subtle curves instead of
hiding them, and his hair was combed like a
professional. He had put on some kinda cologne that
made him smell so good I wanted to just eat him. He
smiled sheepishly as he walked out the front door of
his house because both of us knew we had no business
in tuxedos. He got in the mustang, and we drove off.
At the end of our street, I put the car in park and
grabbed him. We kissed like we couldn't breathe
without each other. "I missed you," I said in a
whisper. I had spent the entire day finding the place,
making reservations, and having my mother take the
hems out of my tux, which had been bought large a
couple of years ago for just an occasion like this. I
had only called my boyfriend, and asked him if he was
busy tonight. He'd sounded amused when I told him to
wear a tux. I didn't see what was funny about it, but
in it, he was my kryptonite. Well, not as much as he
would be out of it. It was this thought that drove me
to smooch him as soon as we were out of the
neighborhood. We had just gotten some tongue into it
when a car appeared behind us, honking its horn. It
was the van my mom used when delivering various sugary
foodstuffs. She whipped the van around me, waving
happily as she sped off.
"Have fun!"
"We will," I said quietly, touching Chance on his
side. I got on the highway, and flipped on the radio.
The Eagles were on. So we flew down the highway, top
down, bow ties flicking in the wind, howling the laid
back lyrics to "Take it easy." Take it easy we would.
*     *     *     *
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After a long hiatus, I'm finally settled in at
college, and will hopefully resume a writing schedule
that resembles normal. This one's a little short
because I kinda had to get to know my characters again
and plan some more of their future development. More
fun and foreplay to come, I assure you. But hopefully
you'll laugh and cry a little too. Until then, take it
easy.
Ian
inlwtx@yahoo.com