Date: Sat, 04 Sep 1999 16:27:45 PDT
From: Adam Hunter <cute_gay_boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Rainy Day 3"

			       "Rainy Day 3:
			     Living Two Lives"
			      By Adam Hunter

	"What time is it?" Jeremy asked.

	"Is that all you can think about?" I asked in resign.

	"Well...it's just...we can't hear the bell from here," Jeremy said,
jumping into that defensive mode that he so often entered.

	"I know, I know," I sighed, glancing at my watch. "12:36."

	"Awe, man. I've just got four minutes till the bell rings."

	"I've got about fifteen minutes until I've gotta be back," I said,
not making any attempt to hide my gloating.

	"That's not fair," Jeremy grumbled, "why do you have so much more
time at lunch than I do?"

	"Well...y'see Jer...highschoolers have these things called
cars...so they like to go out to lunch...and it takes a little longer for
people to go out to eat than it does for all you little junior highers to
eat the bagged lunches your mommies packed for you," I said in dripping
patronization, yet still in good fun. "And be glad...if my lunch wasn't so
much longer than yours, I wouldn't have time to drive over to your school
for our daily little noontime rendezvous."

	"Hey, first of all...I know I'm a little younger than you...stop
rubbing it in. And second of all... I don't have a 'mommy' to pack me a
bagged lunch," he said, giving me a little punch in the stomach which
served as retribution for my little spiel.

	"No, but my mommy packed you a bagged lunch," I reminded him. "She
says she's starting to feel like she has three sons now."

	"I've only been staying with you a week," he shrugged.

	"A week is surprisingly long in middle-aged-working-woman-time," I
said, gently rubbing the flesh of his exposed chest. I suppose we were
being a little risky. After all, we were lying on the athletic field in the
back of Jeremy's junior high. I was shirtless, and his Hawaiian shirt (he
had a lot of them...this one was dark blue) was unbuttoned. He lay, his
head resting on my bare chest, and I rested a hand on his, gently massaging
it. Granted, we were lying flat on the ground behind the big wire baseball
thing...gimme a minute here...I'm not exactly an expert in sports...behind
the...batting cage! That's it! Batting cage! We were behind the batting
cage...but still...it was risky. As I recalled, in junior high, PDA's were
most definitely unacceptable. And homosexual PDA's??? Now THAT would have
been asking for trouble. And, of course...there was the little matter of me
trespassing on the campus.

	"Do you think your mom's getting tired of having me around?" He was
always so wrapped up in trying to please other people...not do anything
that might burden them in the slightest. I loved that about him. Then
again...I was the same way. Like I've said before...I've got a big
heart. It verges on being too big, at times.

	"Not at all," I said. "She's got a vague idea what a bastard your
dad is, Jer, and there's no way she'd send you back to that."

	He smiled. "Your family's awesome."

	"Even Danny?" I reminded him of my dumbass little brother.

	He paused for a second. "You and your mom are awesome." And once
again, he paused. Then, quietly...almost inaudibly..."Thanks."

	"Awe," I said, smiling as I ruffled his carefully spiked
bleached-blond hair.

	"Hey!" he exclaimed, jumping up off of me in surprise.

	"I'd do anything for you," I smiled at him.

	"Did you have to do THAT?" he asked. He reached up, felt his
hair. He found a fuzzy blond poof. "Awe, look what you did!"

	"Hey, I thought you didn't care about popularity, and image, and
such things," I reminded him of things he'd previously said.

	"I don't...but...arrgh..." he grumbled in aggravation, giving me
another playful punch, this one on the arm. "Hey...what time is it?"

	I glanced at my watch.

	"12:41."

	"Shit!" he exclaimed.

I started. I don't think I'd ever heard him swear.

	"The first bell's already rung! Class starts in 4 minutes!" he
exclaimed, hurriedly fumbling with the buttons on his shirt...not managing
to actually button a single one of them in his haste.

	"Hold it," I said. "Just let me do one thing before you go."

	He looked a little anxious. "Hurry up, Ben. I'm gonna be late if I
don't hurry. As it is...I've gotta run to class."

	"This'll just take a second," I assured him. I took one quick look
around. Nobody in sight. Good. And with that, his pants and boxers were
around his knees. He yelped out in surprise, but before he was even
finished yelping, his soft dick was in my mouth. It was so big, and thick,
and juicy, and luscious. I savored it.

	"What are you doing?" he croaked.

	I just smiled up at him from his genitals. His body looked so
awesome in the bright daylight. His thick, cut five incher...his supple
balls...his decently sized patch of light brown pubes. Absolutely
beautiful. Within twenty seconds, Jeremy's dick was hard as a rock,
measuring in at seven and a half inches.

	As soon as it was hard, I lifted my mouth from his cock. "There ya
go," I smiled.

	He looked down in horror. "Awe...damn! I'm DEFINITELY gonna be late
now, my hair's a mess and now I've got THIS to deal with, too?!" he
gestured emphatically at his engorged member. "Awe, fuck you, man!"

	I chuckled. I knew he didn't mean it...and it was great to see this
new confidence he was suddenly turning over with me. "Tonight," I grinned
at him, "I promise."

	Not knowing what to make of me, Jeremy jumped up to hurry off to
class. He suddenly realized that his shirt was open and his pants were
around his ankles. His face reddening, he pulled them up while scanning for
people. Nobody. Good. And with that, he grabbed his backpack, and dashed
off. His shirt was still wide open. As he ran, he buttoned up the shirt,
looked over his shoulder, "Bye!" he called out.

	"See ya after school," I waved. And with that...he was gone.

	I sighed, smiling to myself as I watched him run. Could I possibly
have loved him more?

	Finally, I glanced at my watch. 12:46. Hmmm...I needed to haul ass
if I didn't want to be late (as I had so thoughtfully made my dear
boyfriend). I grabbed my T-shirt, stood up, and threw it on over my head. I
grabbed my keys from my pocket, strolled over to the fence, and climbed
over it. Soon, I was in my car and on my way back to my ever so wonderful
high school.

	I pulled into one of the last available parking stalls, got out,
grabbed my backpack, and set off for my sixth period class,
Chemistry. Oooh...fun.

	"Ben!"

	I turned around...to see my best friend, Ian, running up towards
me. He was a pretty good-looking guy. He was originally from Germany, and
had moved to California years ago. And although he'd been here for the
better part of his life, Ian still had a fairly strong accent. He was old
for a sophomore, almost seventeen. And he was an avid tennis player (and
pretty damn good at it too), so he had a body that was quite well
built. His face was just beginning to show the signs of one day being
nicely chiseled. His eyes were blue, his brow was strong, and his hair was
a dirty-blond. It was pretty short, and he always covered it with a
baseball cap. Today, it was a navy blue Nike cap, which he wore
backwards. He wore a loose light blue T-shirt, which hid he fine definition
of his upper body, and immensely baggy, old, faded JNCO jeans. He looked a
little rough around the edges...a little on the grunge side...and very
cute. All in all...a pretty appealing package.

	"Hey, what's up, man?" I asked casually, giving him a curt nod of
the head.

	"Where the FUCK have you been all week?" he demanded in a not too
friendly manner.

	"Good to see you too," I remarked.

	"I'm serious," he stopped me. "Where've you been?"

	"I've been at school," I shrugged.

	"Not from what I've seen," he said severely. "I came to lunch
Monday...you were no where in sight. Same thing Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, and today. I asked around, and heard you'd been in all your
classes. So...might I ask...where the hell have you been?"

	I suddenly realized...and suddenly kicked myself. All those days
I'd been driving over to 'dine' with Jeremy during lunch break, I'd
completely forgotten that I was abandoning my best friend at my
school. Y'see...Ian and I have been best friends since we met way back in
fourth grade. We've always hung out together on the sidelines, watching
everybody else and commenting on their shallow nature. Like I've said
before...I don't need popularity. At all. But in all my revelry in
Jeremy...I'd completely forgotten about Ian.

	"Oh my God..." I murmured as I came to the realization, "Dude...I'm
SO sorry."

	"So where were you?"

	"It's a long story, I..."

	"Tell me."

	A myriad of plausible excuses suddenly flooded into my mind without
warning. I quickly scanned through them, attempting to decide which to use
in order to save my ass in the face of my best friend. But then...I had a
sudden, inexplicable urge to ignore the stories...and tell the truth. Ian
would meet Jeremy sooner or later...might as well tell him. Not about the
whole boyfriend thing...but just about meeting Jeremy. I'd ditched Ian all
week. I figured the least that I could have done would have been to tell
the truth.

	"I've been hangin' out at the junior high," I admitted.

	"What the FUCK have you been doing there?"

	Silence for a moment as he vehemently glowered into my eyes. He
almost smelt of being betrayed.

	The final bell rang.

	Neither of us budged.

	"One of my brother's friends..." okay, I bent the truth a
little. The truth would have required coming out of the closet...something
I wasn't yet ready to do. "...has been having some trouble at home. He's
been staying at my house for the last week. We've gotten to be...pretty
good friends in that time..." my voice alternated between trailing off and
speeding up to a hyper rate.

	And Ian just sat there...glaring at me.

	I felt like dying.

	My God...this was my best friend of almost seven years. How could I
just forget that he existed? Saying that I felt awful would have been an
understatement...and would have done no good in the eyes of Ian. I knew
that simply forgetting your best friend's existence for an entire week was
not something that could be remedied with a little touchy-feely
apology. None the less, had I not offered some kind of apology, it would
have been taken as further insult.

	"I'm sorry," I mumbled, head bowed, staring at my feet. I felt like
a five-year-old being chastised by a teacher.

	He just stood there.

	"I shouldn't have done that," I murmured.

	He burst out with a sudden laugh. "No shit! How the fuck do you
think I feel right now? I've been hanging around like a loser all week,
wondering exactly why my supposed best friend has totally forsaken me."

	This time, I didn't say anything. There really wasn't anything I
could have said at that point which would have done one iota of good.

	"So..." he said finally, "am I being replaced?"

	"No!" I was quick to answer, "no, not at all! Ian, you're my best
friend."

	"Well this new friend of yours must be a pretty damn good friend
for you to completely ignore me for a week," he spat back.

	"He's a good friend..." I admitted, "but our relationship is..." I
paused, "...different...from ours." Now that was an understatement. "But
you'll always be my numero uno best bud." I tried to lighten things up a
little.

	I failed.

	Ian truly was hurt.

	"Hey," I said, putting an arm around his shoulder. "How 'bout you
and me spendin' a little quality time together? Mano y mano."

	Faint traces of a smile broke out on his face. "That'd be cool."

	"So...whadda ya wanna do? It's up to you," I put the ball in his
hands.

	"Well..." he thought for a moment, and then his face lit up, "Hey!
Why don't we have a sleep over? We haven't had one in ages."

	I smiled. He was enthused at the idea, and I was, too. Although I'd
completely forgotten about Ian's existence up until that moment...I began
to realize that I'd actually missed him. I'm not quite sure how, but I
had. Although I was head over heals in love with Jeremy...Ian and I shared
a bond that wasn't there, yet, between Jeremy and me. I'd known Ian for
years. I'd known Jeremy for a week. As much as I loved Jeremy, and as well
as I did know him...I just didn't know him anywhere near as well as I knew
Ian.

	"Awesome idea, man," I smiled.

	"My house...tonight...seven sharp," he announced.

	"I'll be there," I said.

	"I'll be waitin'," he said.

	And with that, we went out separate ways. Although there was still
a wound between Ian and me, I knew I'd just made a big move towards healing
it. That was exactly what Ian and I needed. Some time
together. Friends. Just the two of us.

	As I walked to Chemistry (at a rather nonchalant pace, might I
add. Hey, I was already late. Being less late wouldn't do me a bit of
good. Late is late. Besides...I wasn't in any particular hurry to get to
that class)...

	...Anywayz...as I walked to Chemistry, I thought about all the
sleepovers Ian and I had had over the course of our long-enduring
friendship. We'd always sleep at his house, because there was the slight
issue of Danny in my room at my house. Ian had more siblings than I did,
but his family was a bit more well to do than mine, thus, he and his family
lived in quite a house. He had a room all to himself. Perfect for a
sleepover between two best friends. When Ian and I were younger, we used to
have a sleepover every Friday night. It had been a tradition. Around when
we started junior high, we both got busier, and it became more like a
bimonthly event. As of high school...we very nearly never had them
anymore. In fact, it dawned on me that I might have been about to go to our
first sleepover of our sophomore year...and it was already spring.

	I reached my classroom, slipped into my seat, received a nasty look
from my teacher...and proceeded to not hear a word he said for the rest of
class. I just sat there in my swivel chair, getting nostalgic about times
past with Ian.

	Those sleepovers had been so much fun. I couldn't believe how long
it had been since our last one. How could we have let the tradition escape
us? I, at that moment, decided confidently that we would most definitely
have to restart the tradition. They'd been so much fun. Ian and I would
stay up almost all night talking, hanging out...and just having fun. We
would even share the same bed. We'd merely started out doing so, as little
kids, not thinking much of it. It was always something of a non-issue. By
the time we'd reached the age where it would be considered taboo to do so,
neither one of us had said 'stop'...so we'd never stopped. In fact, when we
were younger, we would even sleep naked. That, too, had been a
non-issue. In fact, I'd had my first sexual explorations with Ian. One day,
while in fifth grade, Ian came to me with the exciting news that if you
rubbed your dick, it felt good. That night, at a sleepover, he demonstrated
on me. With that, I had my first dry orgasm, induced by the hand of my best
friend. After that, we would often jack each other off. A few times, we
even rubbed our bodies on top of each other. But we never thought to suck
the other's dick. It had been fun. We'd both enjoyed it. But then...at one
sleepover while we were in sixth grade...I'd just slipped my underwear off
(hoping for another night of exploration), when Ian announced that we would
no longer be sleeping in the nude. I whined "Why not?" His face flushed,
and he just responded that we weren't going to anymore. Sheepishly, I
pulled up my briefs (which I wore at the time), covering up my little boy
erection. And since then...I'd never seen Ian naked again.

	Once puberty hit the next year, I became increasingly aware of
strong feelings I harbored for my best friend. Feelings which had either
just appeared, or which had been there all along...and I'd finally
identified. Either way, it was because of Ian that I'd identified myself as
gay. And ever since then, I'd had feelings for him. The degree and strength
of those feelings had fluctuated over the years...but they had always been
there. They were still there. Being with Jeremy, and all...I kind of felt
guilty for having them. But then, I'd scold myself. Of course I'd have
feelings for other guys. Just as long as I never cheated on my sweet lover,
nothing would be wrong. I was sure he liked other guys, too. I mean...who
wouldn't? (Besides straight guys and lesbians, that is. But...I've got to
wonder...how can they not like guys???) And besides, it's not like anything
would ever happen between Ian and me. I knew he'd outgrown that stage of
innocent experimentation with boys that night he'd said 'No more.'
But...damn...I sure wondered what lay underneath his pants. I hadn't seen
his dick since its little prepubescent stage...and that didn't do too much
for me. I wanted to see what it was like now. I bet it was big. Hella big.

	The bell rang, and I suddenly realized that I had an absolutely
monstrous erection straining in my pants. Casually covering myself with my
thick chemistry book (WAY too thick, might I add), I made my way to my
seventh, and last, class. French 3. Ah, oui...franais. J'aime beacoup
parler franais. C'est la langue de l'amour. Et j'aime Jeremy de tous
mon cĻur. Donc, un jour, je devrais lui parler en franais. Comme je
vous ai dŽjˆ dits...il est la langue de l'amour. Okay. Enough
French. As if I wasn't going to get my fill of it in the next period. An
hour of studying the ever-so-fascinating subjunctive mood. Would the
wonders ever cease? As much as I wanted to continue thinking about Ian
during French, it was impossible, seeing as how we had a quiz. But the quiz
itself wasn't too easy to concentrate upon, being that my raging boner
stayed through the whole class.

	Hmmm...'Il faut que je _____ mes devoirs.'
	A) fais
	B) fasse
	C) ferai
	D) sois

	Finally...the torture was over. I loved French...but enough for one
day! The time had come to go pick up Jeremy. I rushed to my car, eager to
see my lover-boy once again. Soon, I was at his junior high, and he was
hopping into the passenger seat.

	"So, how was your day?" I asked.

	"You mean aside from the tardy?"

	"Yeah, besides that," I grinned, keeping my eyes on the parking lot
before me. WAY too may cars picking up the kids there. I had a feeling we'd
never get out.

	He shrugged. "Pretty good." He paused, "Except one thing."

	"What?" I asked.

	"I'll show you," he responded. Next thing I knew, Jeremy had his
rock hard dick out of his fly. It was sticking straight up, and the tip was
capped with a small fountain of glistening precum.

	"What's so bad about that?" I asked.

	"It hasn't gone down ALL AFTERNOON," he informed me, crossing his
arms and giving me a playful glare. "This is your doing, you know."

	"Sorry," I shrugged. "I'll never blow you again. How's that?"

	"No good," he shook his head, "all that I ask is that you finish
next time."

	"I think that could be arranged," I nodded. "Besides...you're not
the only one who's had a problem this afternoon."

	"Oh?" he asked. I loved this new flirty side he was beginning to
show with me. When I'd first met him, Jeremy had been so quiet...so
reserved...so timid. Even over the last week he'd remained that way to some
degree or another. But finally...he was really starting to loosen up around
me...to show me the 'real' Jeremy.

	"Yeah. I've had a real problem indeed," I nodded. And with that, my
dick was out of my fly as well. It, too, was hard as granite, and jutted
out at a sharp angle from my body. Although it wasn't as long as my
boyfriend's dick, it was still fairly sizable.

	Finally, my car made it to the end of the line in the parking
lot...and we were on the road.

	"Maybe we should do something to alleviate this problem we've both
got when we get to your house," he proposed, grinning suggestively.

	"What an original idea. Not like we don't do 'something' to
alleviate this problem everyday first thing when we get home," I said,
stealing a glimpse at his dick, which still protruded from his pants. When
else were we gonna do it? By 5:30, Danny was always home from basketball
practice. From then on, our opportunities were shot.

	"Okay, fine then...we won't do it when we get back," Jeremy said as
I slowed to a stop. Damn red light. "I'll just take care of it myself."

	And Jeremy proceeded to begin jacking his dick.

	"Hey! No way! That's my job," I complained.

	"Well, I don't want you to get stuck in a rut," Jeremy replied
innocently. That is...as innocent as he could look as he slowly stroked his
engorged monster of a dick.

	"Oh, don't you worry about me," I said. And with that, I reached
over, pushed his hand away, and began jacking.

	Jeremy closed his eyes...clearly enjoying the 'favor' I was doing
him. He moaned softly.

	"Still wanna take care of it yourself?" I asked.

	"Hell no," was his response.

	"Good," I grinned. I happened to look up...and saw a middle-aged
woman sitting behind the wheel in a Jeep, looking down at what she saw
going on in our car in disgust. I smiled, waved...and then the light turned
green. I was forced to put my hands back on the wheel (sigh) and continue
driving.

	"Y'know..." Jeremy said, eyes still closed, smile still
broad... "Maybe we could do something different today. It is our one week
anniversary, after all."

	"Yeah," I said. "The big seven days."

	"Hey...shut up," he said, looking a little hurt, "I've never had a
boyfriend before. This is really special."

	I smiled. I saw where he was coming from. "Me neither. You're
right."

	"Let's do something tonight," he suggested. "Maybe you could drive
us somewhere...to the top of a hill or something. Maybe we could have a big
picnic under the stars...then we could make love to ea..."

	"Oh crap."

	"What? What is it?" He asked, slightly disturbed by my sudden
outburst.

	"Ian."

	"What?"

	"Ian. I forgot about Ian," I murmured.

	"Who the hell is this Ian?" Jeremy demanded.

	"You mean that I haven't mentioned Ian once all week?" I couldn't
believe it.

	"No. Who is he?"

	"My friend...since fourth grade...my best friend," I said. "In all
this time...I haven't mentioned him once?"

	"No. What about him?"

	"I...y'see..." I didn't know what to say. I'd dug myself in real
deep. "I...okay...every day, when I go to your school and see you at
lunch...y'see...Ian and I always hang out at lunch. And I totally forgot
about him all week long. I saw him today...he was PISSED."

	"Why didn't you tell me about him?" Jeremy looked a little hurt.

	"Like I said...I totally forgot about him. I was so wrapped up with
you, his very existence just slipped my mind," I explained.

	I could see Jeremy attempting to hold back a smile. After all...him
causing me to forget about my best friend of years for an entire week WAS
something of a compliment.

	"So what's the problem, then?" Jeremy asked. "What does Ian have to
do with you and me making love under the stars? Planning on inviting him or
something?"

	"Well...y'see..." I began, "When I ran into him in the parking lot
today, I felt really...and I mean REALLY bad for having ditched him all
week long. So...I kinda told him I'd sleep over that night."

	Silence for a moment.

	"Crap."

	"So...you've got the same reaction I had," I said.

	"What the hell am I supposed to do tonight?" Jeremy
said...reverting to the hurt boy I'd picked up a week ago. He once again
looked lost...abandoned...like he didn't know what to do with himself or
where to go. I looked over at him...and saw his dick...which had been hard
all afternoon, unable to go down...was now as limp as could be...as was
mine.

	"Well..." my mind sped, "maybe he'll let you come. Ian's a really
nice guy."

	He looked up at me hopefully. "You think?"

	"Yeah. I mean..." I paused, "you're my boyfriend...he's my best
friend. You two are about the two most important people in my life. You've
gotta meet eventually. Why not tonight?"

	Jeremy smiled, looking slightly uplifted.

	"I'm so sorry, man," I said, heartfelt. "It's just...this is kinda
hard for me. I feel like I'm leading two lives. There's the life with
you...where you're my boyfriend, and I love you...and I want to spend all
my time with you. And then...then there's the life with the rest of the
world...and with Ian. And in that life, I have to pretend that I'm
straight, and all that dumb shit. And it almost feels like these two worlds
of mine can't mix." I paused. "But I want them to mix. I love you,
Jeremy. I want to bring you into the rest of my life...I don't want to walk
the line between two 'worlds' anymore. I want you to meet Ian."

	He smiled. That was all the response that was required.

	"Don't you know what it's like?" I asked, "Haven't you kind of had
to rebalance things in your life over the last week?"

	"Of course I've had to rearrange my life. I mean...I'm, for all
intents and purposes, living with you now," he paused, "but don't
forget. Before I met you...my life sucked. I was living with an alcoholic
dad, and I didn't have any real friends."

	If I hadn't been driving, I would have wrapped my arms around the
boy at that point. I loved him so much.

	"Y'know...you're lucky," he said. "For me...meeting you totally
flipped my life around. But it was all for the better. Finally, my life
feels good. I'm happy. I haven't been happy in...I don't know how long. But
for you...I mean, I know you love me...and I know that you're happy to be
going out with me. But this didn't change your life like it did mine."

	"It changed my life," I said.

	"Yeah...but the reason you're lucky is that your life didn't need
changing anywhere near how much my life needed changing," he said...and
then his tone softened. "I mean...have you ever contemplated suicide?"

	"No...never," I didn't even need to think about it.

	"Well, I have," he replied.

	And then, we were quiet. We'd said all that needed to be said...and
now, we just basked in the warm, loving energy that filled the
car. Although Jeremy's admission to having contemplated killing himself was
disturbing, the knowledge that now he was happy...that that thought would
never enter his head again, now that he had someone to love, and someone to
love him. Now that he had me. The feelings in the car with us were almost
tangible. I felt as if I could almost reach out and scoop up a handful of
love.

	"So..." Jeremy finally broke the silence, "you really think Ian
will let me come?"

	"Absolutely," I nodded confidently.

						* * * * *

	"Hell no!"

	"Dammit Ian, come on!" I cursed into the phone.

	"No," he said firmly. "You've been with this Jeremy guy all
week. Now it's time for you and me to have a little time together."

	"But he can't go back to his house..." I insisted.

	"Well, if he's such good friends with your brother, like you said,
what's the big deal?" he asked.

	I kicked myself for having said that.

	"Well..." I didn't know how to respond.

	"You can see the kid again tomorrow. Hell, what's so big about him?
You've only known him for a week. You've known me for, like, almost seven
years."

	"Yeah," I grumbled. "C'mon, Ian. You'd like him."

	"Introduce us some other time. Tonight, it's gonna be Ben and
Ian. Just like it used to be...a week ago. Just like it's supposed to
be. Like you said...mano y mano."

	How could I have said so many things that I regretted saying in
just one day?

	"Yeah...I did say that..." I muttered.

	"Cool. So I'll see you at seven. Later, man."

	And with that, I heard a click on the other end of the line. I sat
there for a moment, and then slowly placed the phone back on the hook.

	I looked over at Jeremy. He looked sad. Betrayed. Hurt.

	"W...what am I gonna do tonight?" he said. If I didn't know better,
I'd say he looked frightened. "I don't wanna go back to my dad."

	"No way you're going back to your house," I said with
conviction. "You've stayed here every night for the last week...you can
stay here again tonight. There's no rule that says I have to be here for
you to stay here."

	"But...but what about Danny?" Jeremy said with the biggest sad
puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen. "He doesn't like me."

	"Danny'll live," I said, rolling my eyes as I thought of my ass of
a brother.

	Jeremy was quiet for a moment. "I don't want you to go." He
paused. "I need you."

	"I love you," I whispered as I took him into my arms. "I'm so
sorry."

	And we stayed like that, in a warm embrace, for quite some
time. Neither of us wanted to let go. But eventually...we did. And not long
after that...it was time for me to go to Ian's house...and time for Jeremy
to face Danny.

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And there you have it. "Rainy Day 3." I hope you all found it to be a
worthy continuation of the story. Be sure to be on the look out for "Rainy
Day 4," so you can find out what happens that night. And, as always, I'd
love to hear what you all thought of this latest installment. All your
comments and compliments (I love those) are more than welcome at
cute_gay_boy@hotmail.com. Buh-bye fer now.