Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2001 03:55:46 -0500
From: fred <emeraldj@twcny.rr.com>
Subject: Picture-Perfect-2

  This is a dual written story by 2 authors. We have each
taken a character and run with them. Personality and stats
are also individually created. Everything else that occurs
is jointly decided and thought out. We hope that you have as
much fun reading this ongoing story as we did writing it.
You can contact Fred at emeraldj@twcny.rr.com or ICQ#
7554513 or AIM s/n emeraldjay. You can reach Lael at
vanyelashkev@pacball.net, ICQ# 11938988 or AIM s/n
VanyelAshkev. If at all interested, we have other stories
written separately. Fred has "Dreaming of Jaye", in the
High School category. Lael has "Near Collision", in the
Sci-fi/Fantasy section.


"Picture Perfect"

                By Fred Cole and Lael Stalnaker


Chapter 2: The Morning After


  The alarm clock dutifully awakened me. It was now ten in
the morning. I head for the bathroom for my usual routine;
piss, shower, brush my teeth, toss my hair in place. The
only person I feel out to impress today is obviously
already impressed, and he will certainly be surprised this
morning. Throughout my shower thoughts of uncertainty kept
invading my head. The idea of chickening out of last
night's scheme was becoming appealing. I have never been
with anybody before, not even so much as had a relationship
with anyone, guy or girl, but knew deep down I had no
inkling toward being with a girl.

  Now I was dressed in my usual bumming around clothes, not
exactly ready for what may lie ahead. I crept down the
stairs, cringing at each creak they made. A plan was
forming as to how to escape questions of my coming down. I
could always say that I wanted to know where the coffee
was, or some such. Silently, I padded from the base of the
stairs over to the doorway of his room. Kyle's image was
almost clear through the beads. A jolt of apprehension
surged through me as I parted the beads. Not knowing for
sure if I should really be attempting what I had originally
planned.

  I gaze at him through the beads. He is lying spread-eagle
flat on his back on top of the covers. The faint beginning
of a summer tan line outlines his groin. His legs hang off
one side of the bed and his head is flung back off the
other side, leaving his wavy blond hair to hang free.
Kyle's body was firm, not a trace of untoned muscle. His
frame was smaller than mine but not by much. His upper body
appeared rock solid, as if carved from granite. His legs
were nearly just as well defined. Though his body wasn't
hulking with muscle, everything was clearly defined, as if
more emphasis was placed on toning the fine control muscles
than building bulk mass. He was the embodiment of
perfection.

*******

  Water surrounds me, holding my weight. I float on my
back, watching the black sky full of twinkling white
lights. Such peace. The water is still and warm. I swim to
the side of the pool and climb out. Water slides from my
cooled skin, puddling on the concrete. I run my hands over
my chest, trying to get the water to run off. I jump as my
hands spark off chills from my nipples. I then realize I
don't have anything on. I can feel the cool air on every
part of me. I know I am blushing, but who cares. No one is
around.

  There's a skip, like a blink, and I am in my room,
drying off. It feels so odd, like I am inside myself but
also watching from outside. Everything is doubled, but
still only one body. A trick of the mind. I am soon dry and
still very naked. I can feel myself getting hard as I towel
off my crotch last. I wish Greg were here.

  I go out to the weight room and start to do leg-presses
on the machine. Trying to take my mind off the raging hard-
on that thinking of Greg brought. I grit my teeth and shove
hard on the plates beneath my feet. The incline is keeping
the focus on my throbbing boner. I am practically staring
at my dick. This isn't going to work. I need something that
will take my eyes off of myself. The problem is only going
to get worse, I can tell.

  Moving to the inclined sit-up board, I try to close my
eyes and focus on the exercise. The rubbing on my belly by
that distraction is making me insane. I open my eyes and
Greg is standing over me. I gasp and drop back flat on the
board. I can see everything past his knees. Oh my god! He's
as naked as I am. He grins down at me and leans forward.
His lips take mine. His tongue finding its way into my
mouth steals my breath.

  He is crouching with my head between his knees. That
puts a certain something practically on my nose. He has
changed his position somehow and now is straddling the
board at my feet. He leans forward again...

********


  I swallowed the lump in my throat, breathed in deep to
calm my racing heart, and stepped into my best friend's
sanctuary. Slowly, I shuffled along the carpet toward his
bed, sitting beside it to recapture my thoughts from
whirling out of control. With my resolve regained, I sat up
on my knees and drank in the image of this beautiful person
sleeping peacefully on the bed. My fingers reached out to
trace the valley between his pecs, noting that Kyle's skin
was totally hairless. I worked my way to his nipples,
drawing little circles around them, sending tingles of
excitement through both our bodies. My hand flattened to
rub his stomach feeling the gentle ridges of his abs. Then,
my hand slid down to his thigh, and with outstretched
fingers, glided over to his smooth balls, tracing upward to
the head. His cock jumps as I pull my hand away, as if
wanting to stay in physical contact.

  I rise to my feet, leaning against the side of the bed.
Kyle's head is now close to my knees, while his feet
overhang the opposite side. Carefully, my hand wraps itself
around the base of his shaft, and gives a gentle upward
stroke. Imitating last night's events, I bend down to lick
the head, swirling my tongue around it, then pull back.
'What am I doing?' I thought. Paranoia was setting in,
worries about Kyle's acceptance of the returned favor ran
amok for a few fleeting moments. Bending down again,
steadying myself with one arm off to his side, I grasp his
warm rod with my hand at the base and my lips encircling
the head. A force within coaches me the rest of the way
down, until I can go no further. An inch or so still
remains uncovered by my mouth as the head now tickles the
back of my throat. I then inch my way back up, circling his
manhood with my tongue, this time I'm rewarded with a drop
of pre-cum. It's sweetness is fulfilling to my taste buds.
I quicken the pace of my up and down movements. I feel his
stomach tensing and relaxing rhythmically, his cock getting
harder. A warmth flood invades my mouth, with a mixture of
tastes both salty and sweet. I hold it in swirling it
around his cock head before letting go and swallowing his
gift to me. My own hard-on is aching to break free of my
sweat pants, as it pushes the waistband slightly away from
my body. I glance at my friend's face one last time before
I leave. "Oh, shit! You're awake!" I croaked.

********

  Greg has taken me into his hand. The heat shears into
me, his individual fingers a flaming brand against my skin.
I didn't know I could get any harder, but somehow I feel so
tight that the skin just has to split open, with no more
room to grow. My breathing is heavy and fast. The smile on
his face entrances me. I let my feet fall to either side of
the incline board. It gives Greg more room to perch on.

  He leans forward, now at my head again. The position
shifts make my head spin. I can't see him move, just that
he was over there, now he's over here.  I can feel his
breath on my bare chest as he moves over me, taking me into
his hot mouth. Somehow the bench has gotten softer and less
of an incline along my body.

  Greg goes down on me and I nearly pass out. I can barely
see any more. My eyes flutter and I can make him out again.
He's got clothes; sweats, now and I have magically gotten
on my bed. My head spins as he inhales me almost all the
way in. Powerful forces surge from my lower body. It feels
as if he is sucking me right out of myself. His tongue
dances on the tip of me, sending shudders through my
stomach muscles. The upward surge of power is so strong now
that I let it go, helpless in the face of the dual
onslaught of his mouth and internal pressure.

  I flood his mouth. Spasm after spasm rocks my body and I
know now that I am not dreaming. He smells of soap and
toothpaste. Not a bad thing at all. He is totally focused
on swallowing everything I have to give. Then I realize
what he is doing. My eyes widen and I know my face has
frozen in stunned disbelief. He looks down at my face as he
leans back up from me. His own eyes are wide too as he sees
me awake and watching him.


********

  'How could I have been so crazy?' I froze, panicking. Was
I going to get my face turned to goo? I couldn't tell. Kyle
looks like he wants to say something, his lips move but his
voice doesn't come out. I've never seen him speechless
before; he always has something to say. That is making me
even more scared, I can't tell if he's pissed or pleased.
Kyle grabs for my hand as I try to slink away. 'Oh god, I'm
in for it' but wait, it's not a look of anger that he's
giving me, it seems more like concern. 'Say something
dammit!' My body is surging with adrenaline.

  I pull back weakly as Kyle's grip tightens around my
hand. He then pulls me closer, scooting me nearer to the
bed. He brings my hand to his cheek. After a few grunts, he
manages to say my name in a strained voice. I think I
understand now, both of us wanting this, yet afraid to tell
the other. Somehow I managed to hear all that emotion go
into his saying my name.

  I want to climb into bed and hold him close. My mind
fills with relief. Tears form in my eyes, though I try to
fight them back. A crooked smile flashes across my face, as
I think of something to say about last night.

********

  I am speechless with shock. Greg wasn't asleep or as
drunk as I thought last night! I stare into his deep blue
eyes in wonder. It was so incredible. All of this time and
we could have been doing THIS? My eyes flood with tears.
Maybe things are not what they seem. Does he really like me
or is it just something that happened this one time for us?
How do I handle this? I will be going off to college soon.
Then there's the summer training out of state. This has
gotten all complicated.

  Greg sees the tears and turns pale. I can imagine what
he's thinking. I open my mouth to say something, but
nothing comes out. My nose is starting to get runny and I
reach for a tissue from the box by my bed. I blow my nose
noisily and throw the damn thing into the basket by the
desk. I try to say something again, to ease the worry in
his eyes. But I don't know what to say. We have gone beyond
the bounds of our established friendship. Never mind that I
wanted it for so long, but the reality is so vastly
different than the dream. The dream pales in the face of
it.

  He starts to move back away from me, panic clearly
setting in. I grab for his hand and hold it tight. I shake
my head violently. My eyes plead for him to stay, to give
me time to cope. So many possibilities flicker through my
mind. I have to get myself back in control. My chest heaves
as I struggle for breath to speak.

  Greg pulls back, but weakly, allowing me to hold his
hand. I grip tighter, desperate now to say something to
sooth his fright. I pull on his hand, hoping he will move
closer. He hesitates and then scoots closer. I bring his
hand to my cheek, keeping my eyes on his. I try to smile,
to reassure that I am ok in a nonverbal way. Me, mister
flippant, is at a loss for words. I try again to speak and
all that comes out is a strangled croak. Greg winces.
Getting angry with myself, I force my vocal cords to open
up and let what needs to be said out.

"Ggg..." is all that I get the first try. "Grrr... Greg."
The name is out. He waits, I think finally understanding.
He waits patiently for me to say whatever I need to. I try
again and manage to speak, my voice like gravel.

"Greg, it's ok. I'm not mad. I hope you aren't either," my
voice trailed off. His eyes had teared up too, so I toss
him the tissue box, letting go of his hand reluctantly.
Then I look down at my entirely naked body and blush to the
tips of my ears. I fidget now, and then grab my blanket,
pulling it over my lap.

"Gee," Greg said, "What a time to be bashful." He giggled.

"So, what do we do now? What does all of this mean?" I ask
hesitantly.

  We both sit thinking for a while, me playing with the
corner of the blanket. I want so much to try more, to maybe
get even closer to Greg. But how? I watch his face, hoping
to see how he really feels. So far, it is just confusion,
the same as mine, no doubt

"Do you want to be together? Like a couple?" I finally ask.

"I don't know, I mean, I want to. I just don't know if I'm
ready yet," He replies.

"Me either." I sigh, struggling with my feelings of relief
and disappointment.

"What about exploring things? I mean, we can decide about
dating and stuff when we're ready, if we ever are. But I
wanna try more stuff too. I like you. I... I like what we
did too. Would that work?" I say in a rush.

"Yeah, that seems like our best bet, that way we don't risk
destroying our friendship with a failed romance if things
don't work" Then Greg drew in a breath, "Oh and Kyle, I
like you, and what we did too."

  Waiting so long to be with someone at all has made me
unsure of anything. It would take very little to turn me
upside down. I could see getting totally hooked on Greg.
Wanting to be with him, wanting him in so many ways that I
could loose sight of everything I had worked so hard for.
That would kill me, to say nothing of my parents!

"Wanna stay the rest of the weekend? No one but us would be
around. My 'rents won't be back till Friday and they'll
call if they're gonna be early." I suggest, hopeful.

Greg gets a wide grin at the suggestion, "Sure!" he
practically shouts.

  I lean forward and kiss him. Our first both openly awake
kiss. His lips are warm and I instantly like this. My hands
leave the blanket and frame his face. His skin is soft. My
tongue licks his lips and he opens his mouth automatically,
letting me in. Our tongues brush over and around each
other. My eyes drift shut, savoring everything, hoping he
likes this. I can't even begin to describe how it feels to
myself, just that I like it... a lot!

  We eventually pull back from the kiss, though
reluctantly. My eyes open and take in the sight of him. His
eyes are still shut, a look of bemused wonder on his lips
and cheeks, his eyebrows arched upward. I know the look has
to match mine. That was intense. The only comparison my
mind and experience can come up with is when I nailed my
first perfect landing from the vault after weeks of near
misses just shy of right on. The feeling is nearly the
same. Perfection.

  Deep blue eyes open, dazed, misty. I could see my face
reflected in them. The smile on his makes me want to kiss
him all over again. With the barest of hesitations, I lean
the short distance forward, kissing him softly. No tongue
this time, just the gentle pressure of lips on lips. My
eyes stay open this time, to further explore his as we
kiss. All of a sudden I giggle. It kind of tickles, sorta.

  This time my hands have left his face and strayed lower.
My fingers brush over his nipples through the cotton of the
t-shirt he has on. It's one of those numbers you can get at
concerts, Blink 182, I think. I linger a bit and then let
my hands drop to his waist. A definite idea has formed.
Still kissing him, I haul him up onto the bed. We fall over
on our sides and I pull him close against me. Already
getting hard again, I can feel his well-muscled ass through
his sweats.

  His breathing has gotten very fast and I can feel his
raging hard-on rubbing on mine. Things are getting too hot
too fast. I hug him to me tightly and put my head on his
shoulder. He hugs me back and we stay locked together this
way for I don't know how long. Then we finally let go and
sit back up.

"Hungry?" I ask as my stomach rumbles loudly.

********

  In a reassuring voice, Kyle says, "Greg, it's ok. I'm not
mad. I hope you aren't either."

  He sees the tears in my eyes and tosses the tissue box to
me, causing him to let go of my hand with reluctance. He
looks down at himself in his state of undress. His face
turns a deep shade of crimson; he fidgets a bit, and then
grabs his blanket, pulling it over his lap.

"Gee," I said, "What a time to be bashful." I giggle. My
ability to point out the obvious has always been a good
tension breaker

"So, what do we do now? What does all of this mean?" he
asks

  He pauses for a moment studying my face.

"Do you want to be together? Like a couple?" He finally
asks.

"I don't know, I mean, I want to. I just don't know if I'm
ready yet," I reply

"Me either." He sighs; looking relived and disappointed

"What about exploring things? I mean, we can decide about
dating and stuff when we're ready, if we ever are. But I
wanna try more stuff too. I like you. I... I like what we
did too. Would that work?" He says in a rush.

"Yeah, that seems like our best bet, that way we don't risk
destroying our friendship with a failed romance if things
don't work" Then I drew in a breath, "Oh and Kyle, I like
you, and what we did too."

"Wanna stay the rest of the weekend? No one but us would be
around. My 'rents won't be back till Friday and they'll
call if they're gonna be early." he offers.

  I grin wide at Kyle's suggestion. I just about shout,
"Sure!"

  Kyle leans forward and kisses me. It's our first openly
awake kiss. My mind spins with excitement. He cups my face
with his hands; they feel so strong, yet gentle. He licks
across my lips, and I instinctively open my mouth to let
him in. Our tongues dance with each other, tender and
passionate, causing me to see stars. I could do this all
day.

  He pulls back; I keep my eyes closed for a moment longer,
basking in the feeling. My eyes open, gazing at Kyle again.
His face is glowing with passion. I want to kiss him again.
He must have heard my thoughts, because his lips close in
upon mine once more. No tongue this time, just a slow light
kiss on the lips. The feeling is intoxicating, the touch of
his lips sending me to the highest heights of pleasure that
I have known. I hear him giggle, though I can't figure out
why.

  By this time he has moved his hands from my face to my
chest, caressing my nipples through my t-shirt. Then his
hands drop to my waist, still kissing me, he pulls me up on
the bed and we fall on to our sides. He pulls me close to
him; we're both getting hard again. I feel an immense
relief, now that I know he feels the same way about me as I
have about him for the last two years. The feel of my
sweats, tickles against my skin, as he playfully rubs my
ass.

  The feeling of our hard-ons is almost too intense. Kyle
must feel it too, because he hugs me close and places his
head on my shoulder.

"Hungry?" he asks. I can hear and practically feel his
stomach rumbling.

"Heh! When am I not?" I respond. "Hope you know how to
cook."

  Kyle got a big chuckle out of that. He rolled off the bed
and headed for his dresser. Clothing flew everywhere, don't
know what he was looking for, but he obviously found it,
because soon he was heading for his bathroom on the other
side of the weight room with a wad of clothing.

  I lay back on the bed, feeling euphoric from all the
happenings since leaving the party last night. I wonder if
he had this all planned out? It doesn't matter, I can't
imagine being any happier, or higher for that matter, than
I am when he is holding me.

  Kyle probably thinks I can't cook. I can, I just choose
not to. It was one of mom's big things. I swear she wanted
me to become a housewife. She made sure I learned how to
cook and sew and do laundry. Her excuse was that I should
learn in case I end up alone or with someone that can't do
all those things themselves. She had the right idea, I like
men, and there are many out there that can't cook or sew,
so I guess the knowledge will come in handy eventually.

  I was laying sprawled out on the bed thinking all of
this, until Kyle made his grand entrance from the shower.
There he was in just a pair of shorts. Given the tiny wet
spot on the front, I would say he's not wearing any
underwear. I steal a glance up the leg of his shorts as he
comes closer; yup, I was right, I caught a faint glimpse of
pubic hair.

  He motions for me to follow, so I do. I'm trotting behind
him up the stairs, but I fail to notice that he suddenly
stopped. Only having run nose first into the crack of his
ass stops me.

"Anything you're allergic to?" He asks.

  I remove myself from his crack and respond, "Nope, not that
I can think of."

  After we make it to the kitchen, he gives me the
condensed version of the kitchen tour, pointing out where
the plates, glasses and silverware are. He starts rummaging
through the fridge, grabbing things like ham, bacon,
sausage, cheese, sour cream, avocado, and eggs, to make a
killer omelet. It's so huge that he splits just the one in
half to feed us both. Breakfast was going down pretty well
until he decided to pour catsup on his half.

"I'm glad that's your plate and not mine, blechh," I say,
sticking my finger in my mouth and making gagging sounds.
My slight hangover wasn't helping make the sight anymore
appealing. He just grins and takes a huge bite, and makes
all the loud chomping sounds. I scoot my stool back acting
horrified. In fact I think I was more horrified that my
stomach had decided to take up Kyle's sport of choice right
then and there. It was doing more back flips than the
Romanian Olympic team. In no time we had breakfast
finished. Once we got our mess cleaned up, Kyle flashes a
cute grin at me and steals a kiss.

********

  I grab a quick shower, throw on some shorts (no undies) and
head upstairs, Greg in tow. So, Greggy can't cook. Hmm, I
should be careful then. Don't want to mess up. Something
simple should do it. Then I stop, halfway up the stairs.
Greg all most runs into the back of my butt before
realizing it.

"Anything you're allergic to?" I ask, hoping for a
negative.

"Nope, not that I can think of." I grin as I hear it. Cool,
I can pretty much do anything.

  After pulling his nose out of my crack, I get us up to the
kitchen. I show him where the stuff is for silverware and
plates and glasses. Then I grab stuff from the fridge.
Within minutes I have a huge omelet made, stuffed with ham,
bacon, sausage, cheddar, avocado, sour cream and chives. I
chop the sucker in half and slip half on Greg's plate and
the other half onto mine. We eat at the kitchen counter,
swinging our legs from the stools. He looks a little sick
as I pour catsup on my omelet.

"I'm glad that's your plate and not mine, blechh," he
points his finger in his mouth and makes retching sounds.

  I just grin at him and take an exaggerated bite and chew
loudly. He grins back and scoots his stool away in mock
horror. In no time, we have finished. Cleaning up, we soon
have the day ahead. I have some ideas for an interesting
day and night too! I grin at him and then steal a kiss.
Things were looking brighter than they had ever been.