Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2001 18:49:48 -0800
From: Justyn <justyn51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reese and Me 14 - Crash

Reese and Me 14 - Crash
March 12, 2001

Written by Jamie McHale

Disclaimer and Warning - This story contains sexual content of a homosexual
nature.

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whole of this document is prohibited.  This story is completely fictional
and does not involve any real people.

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    Reese and Me 14 - Crash

    School sucked on Monday.  It seemed as though all my teachers had made
a secret agreement to make that particular day as boring as posible.  The
only thing that had kept me going in English Media was Reese.  We sat next
to each other, of course.  And we'd spend as much of the class as posible,
talking.  Our relationship had improved over the last few days.  We had
made it through our impass.  Or so it seemed.

    English Media was our second-last class of the day, so Reese and I had
been discussing our plans for that night.  "You wanna head down to the
arcade after supper?" my lover asked, leaning in toward me.

    "Sounds good," I replied.  Reese was looking so good that day.  He was
wearing bright orange pants with a black t-shirt with orange striping.  His
hair, recently cut shorter, was gelled into spikes.  I couldn't wait for
school to end so we could be alone.

    Reese went back to his work, but soon turned back to me.  "Jake," he
whispered.

    I turned my head to face him again, "Yeah?"

    "When's that banquet again?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

    I realized immediately that it was that night.  I'd completely
forgotten about it.  "It's tonight!" I cried, shocked that I'd let
something like that slip my mind.  It was the annual school council
banquet.  Reese and I had just joined the council a week earlier.  They
needed reps for grade 11, so we volunteered.  Basically, we were allowed to
skip class whenever there was a meeting, which was always cool.

    "Shitty," Reese said.

    "Yeah," I agreed, "But it won't be that bad."  I was just trying to
look on the bright side, however that rarely worked with Reese.

    "What do you mean?!" Reese gasped, "It's gonna fucken suck!"

    "What's so bad about having to go to a supper?" I asked, trying to get
to the bottom of Reese's apprehensions.

    Reese again, turned his attentions back on me, "First off, you have to
get all dressed up for nothing.  For a cheap meal and a glass 'a wine, if
even that."

    "God would you lighten up," I sighed, sitting back in my chair.

    "Then you have to sit there in those uncomfortable chairs all night,
'cause it'd be impolite to leave even five minutes early!"

    "Complain, complain, complain.  That's all you do isn't it?!"  I was
only slightly annoyed, so this argument was more playful than anything.
Nothing like the classic fights we'd had so often in the past week.  I was
just so tired of fighting, period.  All I wanted was to be happy, and for
Reese to be happy.  This seemed almost impossible at times.  Especially
when we were constantly on each other's nerves about stuff.

    "I like to complain," Reese responded after a slight pause.

    The rest of the class played out normally, as well as last period.
After the bell rang, I met up with Reese at our lockers.  He was ready to
go by the time I got there.  He smiled at me again, "Time for a quicky at
your place before the banquet?"

    It was music to my ears.  "You bet your tight little ass there's time!"
I cried, grinning back at him.  I quickly deposited my school bag into the
locker and picked up my jacket.  Just then, as I watched Reese, he began to
stiffen.  He was apparently looking at something or someone behind me.
With a surge of sudden curiousity as to who was standing behind me, I
whipped around.  It was Meghan.  At first, I didn't understand why Reese
looked so uncomfortable.  But then, I realized that it was due to the fact
that Meg knew about he and I being lovers.  I supposed that if I were in
Reese's position, I would feel uncomfortable as well.

    "Hi Jake, Reese," Meg greeted immediately.

    "Hey," I replied, smiling.

    "Hey," Reese muttered, backing into the lockers.  I could tell that he
didn't want to be around.

    "What's going on with you guys tonight, other than the banquet?" Meg
asked pleasantly.  She was also on the school council.

    "Nothin' really," I answered, keeping in mind that Reese just wanted to
die.  "I think we're just going home."

    "Oh," Meg began to say, "I thought maybe we head over to Ponter's or
the Mall."

    I thought about it only for a second.  And whatever consideration I was
giving her idea, disappeared as soon as I turned to look at Reese.  He
mouthed the word, "no," so it was pretty obvious to me that he wasn't up
for it.  And besides, we had other plans for each other.

    "I don't think so, not today," I replied finally.  "We have to go get
ready an' shit."  I tried to tell her as nicely as possible, but I could
tell that she knew we were ditching her.

    "Okay then," she said, still pleasant, "Catch you guys tomorrow then."

    "Yeah," I said, beginning down the hall for the exit.  I felt bad for
having to say no to her, but Reese had to come first.  And I knew that he
would likely never feel comfortable hanging around with her.

    After we'd arrived outside, Reese turned to me, "How do you even talk
to her?" he asked.

    "I dunno . . .  I guess I like her as a friend," I replied, trying to
put it just the right way.

    "You shouldn't have told her, Jake," he said suddenly, just as we were
arriving in front of the Jeep.

    I could sense another fight coming on, so I desperately tried to avoid
the subject.  "So you pumped to get home?" I asked him, unlocking the
Cherokee's doors.

    Reese just sighed, realizing that I wasn't going to acknowledge him.
"Jake," he hissed, standing still as I climbed into the vehicle.

    Not this fucking shit again, I thought.

    "You gonna talk to me about this?!" he demanded, his face turning red.

    "Yes, okay, Reese," I agreed, getting aggravated myself.  "Just get in
the fucking Jeep!"

    Without another word, he got in the passenger seat.  It wasn't long
before he started on me again, however.  "You know Kevin could have found
out by now, don't you?  And if he knows, then like everyone knows!"

    "Reese," I said, "Stop it, Kevin doesn't know shit."

    "How do you know?" he whined.  He wasn't angry as much as he was
worried.  Worried that we'd be dragged through the mud once again.  Even
though I could relate to what he was talking about, I was getting sick and
fucking tired of his whining and complaining.  It started us fighting, and
that was something that I had been desperately trying to avoid.  Sometimes,
with Reese, that was a mission impossible.

    "I was just talkin' to him on the phone last night," I explained,
trying to keep my cool.  "Trust me, my man, he doesn't know shit.  Meghan
hasn't told him, and she won't.  She's not like that."

    "You've misjudged people before, Jake," Reese mumbled, turning his face
away.

    I'm not sure why, but his last statement almost sent me over the edge.
I was so close to pulling the Jeep over and kicking him out.  But, I
stopped myself.  I'd been practicing my self-restraint.

    "Remember how tight you were with Alex before.  Then he turns out to be
this fucken monster!"

    I could feel my face reddening.  "Reese, shut the fuck up about that."

    I saw him open his mouth to say something, but then he stopped.  All I
needed at that point, was another smart-ass remark.

    I sighed.  I was so sick of us fighting.  I don't think that there was
any doubt as to how much we loved each other.  But, if all that was true,
then you'd think we'd be able to get along.  However, things just weren't
working out.

    "Sorry, Jake," Reese finally said.  "I'm being an idiot."

    I glanced over at him, "Reese, I just don't wanna fight anymore.  I
can't take this for very much longer."

    "I know, me neither.  But sometimes I just can't stop myself.  Shit
just pisses me off and I have to talk about it."

    "Reese, it doesn't help."  I looked back up to the street lights.  It
had turned green.  Immediately, I hit the gas and accelerated through the
intersection.

    "I know," he acknowledged, "I'm done now."

    "You have to understand that people make mistakes," I said to him, "I'm
a human being, I'm not perfect."

    Reese nodded in response.

    "I can't even begin to express to you how sorry I am for cheating on
you.  But it's done now.  We have to let it go."

    Reese didn't answer.  I looked over at him again.  His face had
tightened up.  Uh oh, I thought.  I'd mentioned the cheating again.  Now, I
was fucked.

    "Reese?" I said, "You alright?"

    "Naw," he replied, "I don't wanna talk to you about this anymore."
There was nothing but hurt in his voice now.

    I'd instantly been reduced to a pile of excrament.  I wanted to say
something else to him.  Something that might make him feel better, but I
had no idea what to say.  The truth was that there was nothing I could say.

    Without anymore talk, we arrived in my driveway, at which point Reese
immediately exited the Jeep and headed down the driveway for his house.  I
quickly got out of the vehicle and stepped toward him.  "What time you
going to the banquet?" I cried.

    "I'm not going!" he declared, reaching his yard in seconds.

    Pulsing with a wave of rage and anger, I laced the side of the red
Cherokee a good, hard kick.  "Fucking bitch!" I uttured, probably a little
too loud.  I was sure that Reese had heard me, and I regretted having said
it as soon as it had slipped out.  Making my way up the steps for the front
door, I began to wonder seriously about my future with Reese.  Maybe it's
over, I thought.  Maybe I call it quits right now!  I was just so tired of
all the hostility.  I couldn't keep going like that.  Right when I thought
things were returning to normal, we had to have another hissy fit!  And no
matter what we were fighting about, it always ended with Reese running
home.

    I was glad to see that no one was home.  I began up the stairs for my
room, deciding that I wasn't going to the banquet either.  I was so mad, my
hands were shaking.

    I reached my bed and layed down.  My heart still racing, I picked up
the phone almost instinctively.  I was calling Chase to come over.  I
hadn't had a lot of communication with him recently, and I knew that it
would do me good to talk with him for a bit.  He really was the only person
that I could discuss my problems with.

    There was only two rings before Chase picked up, "Hello?"

    "Hey, Chase.  It's Jake," I said, trying to sound at least, "alright."

    "Hey Jake, what up?  You sound different."

    "Yeah, I'm a little shaken up over here.  I could use someone to talk
to . . . "

    I didn't even have to finish, "K, I'm on my way, bud!"  Then, he hung
up.

    I managed a smile, laying back after I hung up on my end.  I knew that
I was inviting trouble by asking him over, but at that point, I didn't
care.

    It only took Chase about ten minutes to make it over.  He'd borrowed
his Mom's car.  Noticing him pull up through my room's windows, I shot up
from my seat on the bed to meet him downstairs.  After three knocks at the
door, I reached the foyer to let him in.  He looked absolutely fantastic.
However, I was so caught up in my frusteration, that I couldn't think about
him that way.  Not yet, anyway.

    "Hi," Chase said, taking off his shoes after closing the door behind
him.

    "Hey," I replied, smiling for him.

    "K, what happened?" he asked right away, taking a step toward me.

    "Me and Reese had another fight," I admitted to him.  "Just like
before, basically about Alex."  Chase listenned so well.  And I knew that
he cared about me, and my problems.  It felt good talking to him for those
reasons.

    "And what happened, he storm out of here again?" Chase inquired,
looking down into my eyes.  He was so cute.  His expression revealed how
concerned he was for me.  I suddenly felt myself close to tears.  But, I
held them back.

    "Pretty, much," I began, "He just got out of the Jeep and ran across
the street for his house."

    "I see," he said, leaning against the wall.  "How you feeling about all
this now, Jake?"

    I wasn't quite sure how to answer that.  I thought that he might be
asking me if I was ready to let Reese go.  For a few minutes, I might have
been.  But right then, in that moment, I wasn't sure.  All I knew was that
I was sick of fighting with the guy I loved.  And I knew that I couldn't
take it for much longer.  "What do you mean?" I asked, my hands still
shaking.

    "I mean, are you ready to end all this?" he answered, "Are you ready to
stop the fighting, and the aggravation?"

    I paused, taking it all in.  Basically, Chase was asking me if I was
going to dump Reese.  I loved him and didn't want to do that.  But, in the
back of my mind, I thought it was coming, one way or another.  All we did
was fight.  We were sick of each other, and the relationship couldn't go on
any longer.  I figured that if I didn't end it, Reese would.  And even
though there still was no doubt in my mind that we loved each other, after
that last fight, and having Chase drop everything to rush to my aid, I was
ready to make a move.

    "I think I will end this," I replied finally.  I couldn't believe what
I'd just said, but even so, I immediately went for the cordless phone in
the kitchen.  Trembling like a little kid who thinks he just saw a ghost, I
dialed Reese.  Just as I was about to hit the last number, I felt Chase's
hand close around my shoulder.

    "Jake, don't do this 'cause I'm here," he said, "Do it because you
don't want to fight anymore."

    "I know why I'm doing this," I told him, hitting the last digit in
Reese's number.  I took in a deep breath, waiting for him to pick up.
After the second ring, he did.

    "Hello?" Reese said.  I knew immediately that he was emotional.  He'd
been crying.  I almost chickened out.

    "It's Jake," I said, my voice cracking.

    "Jake, I can't talk to you right now," he explained.

    "You won't have to."  I straightened, building up the last bit of
courage that I needed.  "I wanna break up."

    There was no response for a long time.  And as Reese undoubtedly
considered what I'd just said, I began to cry.  I knew it had been
inevitable, however, I'd tried to hold the tears back as long as possible.

    "We can fix it," Reese cried, "We can fix things, Jake!"

    "No, we can't," I told him, in utter agony, "Reese, we're done.  We've
been done for a while.  And now it's time to move on."  I wasn't even sure
of what I was saying.

    "Noooooooooooooo!" Reese screamed, absolutely balling.  I'd never heard
him crying like that.  "Jake, I'm so sorry!" he cried desperately, "I never
meant to hurt you, I . . . "

    "Reese, it has to be this way," I said, trying to hold my ground.  I
couldn't, as it turns out.  My entire body was shaking now.  The thought of
losing him was now as real as it would ever be in my mind.  I couldn't let
him go anymore.  Not with him crying like that.

    "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Jake!" Reese screamed, "Please don't!"

    The tears continuing down my face, I couldn't hold it in anymore.  I
let go of the phone and made a run for the door.  Without any consideration
for Chase, I ran down my driveway and across the street for Reese's house.
He met me half-way up the front lawn.  And as Chase watched behind me, I
took my man into a passionate embrace.  Reese was in such a wild panic that
he wouldn't let go of me for anything.

    I felt terrible for what Chase must have been feeling, but I was too
caught up in my situation with Reese to bother even turning around to look
at him.  After Reese and I had made it inside his house, we dropped to the
foyer floor.  It was hard tile, but it didn't matter.  I had to make love
to him, right then and there.

    Reese and I kissed and kissed and kissed.  We wrestled around on the
floor, tearing away our clothes.

    "I'm so sorry, Jake!" Reese wept, "I'll never be that way again, I
swear!"

    I didn't bother to answer him.  He knew how I felt.  I would always
love him, and he would always love me.  No matter how much we faught, we
would always have this connection.  Sometimes, elements of different kinds
would test our devotion to each other, but we would prevail.  We had to.

    I couldn't believe that I had been ready to leave him for Chase. I
decided that I had been too hurt and angry to realize what I was doing.

    I promtly turned Reese on his side, pulling his khakis and silk boxers
down to his knees.  Both of us panting, I thrust my hard cock into his
tight ass, working my magic on his dick with my hands.  As I pumped him
harder and harder, he moaned with pleasure.  Gripping his arm with one
hand, and whaking him off with the other, I pounded him and pounded him.
Soon, we were dripping with sweat, and we kissed tenderly as the sex
continued.  It didn't take long before I blew it into his hot anus.
Afterwhich, I made sure Reese sprayed all over the tiled floor.

    I let go of him, laying back.  Everything seemed so clear to me now.
"Reese," I began, completely calm, "We have to talk this out."

    "I know," he replied, having finished crying a while earlier.

    "I was ready to end it," I admitted to him.

    "I know," he replied, turning over to face me.  He was still the same
little cutie that he'd been when we first met.

    "I love you more than anything, you know that right?"

    "Yeah.  And I love you too," he said, flashing me a smile.

    "But, if we continue to fight like this . . . I won't be able to
tolerate it," I explained.

    "Me neither," he agreed, "I'm done, Jake.  I'm done fighting with you
about bullshit.  And I know we've had this talk before, but now I'm
serious.  I don't fucken care anymore."

    It was the best thing I could have heard come out of his mouth.

    "I know where things stand now, and I know that you're not gonna leave
me for Chase or anyone else."

    At that point, I took him into a long kiss.  Everything was all better.
And, I hoped to god that it would stay that way.

    Tell me if I should keep this going.  mchalejamie@hotmail.com