Date: Mon, 04 Nov 2002 22:33:15 -0500
From: mchalejamie@emailaccount.com
Subject: Reese and Me 21 - A New Beginning

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Reese and Me 21 - A New Beginning
November 4, 2002

Written by Jamie McHale

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

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does not involve any real people.

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Reese and Me - A New Beginning

    I'd been through a lot in my life.

    If hell was worse than cancer treatment I would be utterly surprised.
Several months had passed since my fatal diagnosis, and I was still alive.
Everyday was a wonderful blessing, a reason to thank God.  In the recent
weeks, it had occured to me that the light of our big sun was so much more
beautiful than I had ever thought before.  The dark green of our Californian
grass was a spectacle that I could watch for several hours.  My medical
situation had become so positive that my state of euphoria was almost too
much to grasp for the people around me.  However, I couldn't help it.  It
was a state of mind from which I could not escape.

    I sat, indian-style, in my upstairs bedroom.  It was nearly 6, and the
sun was rising on the horizon.  I had left my windows open so as to feel
every second of the experience.  I could see the light intensifying in all
its shades of intense yellows and whites.  I closed my eyes.  Just then, a
light gust of cool ari fluttered in through the windows.  I smiled, laying
back on my bed.  Taking in a deep breath, I rolled over to face the sun-rise
outside.  In that moment of perfection, there was nothing wrong with the
world.  All was good; I was alive and well.  I was ready to begin a new life
for myself.  I was no longer the same Jake Morraine.  I had been
enlightened, and given another chance to make a life for myself.

    At 8, I rose to the smell of breakfast downstairs.  Smiling again, I
lowered my feet to the floor slowly, as I was feeling a little week in the
knees.  I took in a pleasurably long and deep breath, making my way into the
washroom.  Stepping up to the large mirror, I peered at my relection.  My
light brown hair was growing back at a surprising rate.  It was now about a
half an inch long.  I decided I could pass for someone who just doesn't like
long hair.  Like a member of the Army.  I laughed a little, jumping into the
shower.

    The hot and steamy atmosphere of the shower was almost as perfect as the
sun-rise.  I stood under the stream of water, hanging onto the side-railing
for balance.  The shower always seemed to make me feel a little more weak
than usual.  But, it was bareable.  The sensation seemed to be improving
substantially as the weeks passed.  Everything was getting better, leaving
me with a constant good-mood.  Sometimes, I got the impression that I was
almost annoying those around me.  But like I said, I couldn't help my
feelings.

    Standing there in the shower, Reese Pirelli's face suddenly popped into
my mind.  I smiled, wondering what he was doing at that moment.  I guessed
that he was probably still sleeping, as it was still early for him.  It
would be time for school soon, and I would see him there.  It was now early
February, and as my classmates were gearing up for semester two, it was my
first day back since September.  I had managed to pick up a couple credits
by correspondence, but I was well aware of the work-load I would be facing
should I decide to graduate with my class.

    After my shower, I slipped on some track pants and a long-sleave shirt.
It had been a long time since I bothered with my hair, so it was natural for
me to either wear a ballcap, or just leave it altogether.  I guess you could
say that after what I had been through, I just couldn't worry as much about
'looking good' as I used to.  I wasn't a preppy anymore, because I just
didn't care to live in that mold.  I was a person (a rather lucky person.)
But a person just the same.  I didn't want to pretend that I was above other
people anymore, by wearing expensive clothing and acting like a rich boy.

    After I was dressed, I stepped into my bedroom to say a few quick
prayers.  I say quick because my stomach was rumbling loudly for breakfast.
After I was done with my thank-you's, I turned for the staircase and headed
downstairs.  At this point, I still wasn't in the best shape, so I never ran
down the stairs like I used to.  I took one step at a time, slowly making my
way to the goal of reaching the kitchen.  I'd fallen down those steps a few
times throughout my lengthy treatment, and I wasn't about to allow it to
happen again.

    After breakfast, I said my good-bye's to my parents, and left the house.
  It was truly a beautiful day.  The sun was shining brightly in the
clear-blue sky, and it was surprisingly warm for February.  Taking in all
the beauty of the morning, I made my way over to my vehicle.  It was a red
Grand Cherokee, just like my previous Jeep.  My parents had bought it in the
middle of the cancer treatment, a couple months prior.  I think they were
certain that I would soon be dead, so they wanted me to enjoy my last few
weeks as much as possible.  It sat, mostly untouched for a good month, as I
was far too weak and sick to drive it.  So it had been quite useless in the
way that my parents had wished.  However, now that I was almost back to
tip-top shape, I intended to put it to full use.  It was exisite.  Black
leather interior, superb chrome rims.  It was just a beautiful automobile,
and I loved it.

    Having climbed up into the Jeep, I slipped on some shades, and off to
St. Micheal's High School I went.

    ********

    "Jake?!" cried Meghan.  Her face lit up with happiness as she ran toward
me in the crowded hallway.

    "Meg!"  I smiled huge, almost breaking up as she pulled me into a big
hug.

    "Oh my god!  It's so good to see you!" she screamed, still holding onto
me.

    It felt really good to see her.  "How are you, Meg?!" I asked her,
unable to peel the grin off of my face.

    "I'm really good, Jake.  I'm really good," she replied, finally letting
me go.  "How are you?  You look great!"

    "Thanks," I giggled, "So do you."  I had been looking forward to being
back in school, but seeing Meghan again was making me absolutely exstatic.

    She touched my shoulders tenderly, "Wow, you look really good."  She
touched my hair.  "And your hair's growing back nicely."  Continuously
smiling at me, she pulled me into another brief hug.  "Oh god, Jake.  It's
so cool to have you back."  When she let me go again, I could see that she
had tears in her eyes.  Meg and I hadn't seen each other for a few weeks.
While I was enduring the roughest parts of my treatment, the only person I
would allow to see me was Reese.  But I had my reasons for that.  It wasn't
that I didn't miss all of my friends.  I just needed to recover on my own,
and then start anew when I was ready.  Now that I was back in school, and
things seemed a little more normal for me, it was the right time to have
friends around.  I couldn't wait to see everyone else as well.

    Just then, Kevin came around the corner.  Noticing me, he grinned and
approached.  We hadn't seen each other since September.  "Jake Morraine," he
said.  "I'll be damned."

    "Hey Kevin," I said, turning to face him.

    "What you think you're doing with my girl?" he joked, giving me his
hand.

    I shook it, "Good to see you."

    "Fucking good to see you too, Jake," he replied, vigorously shaking my
right hand.  It almost hurt.  I was reminded of how weak I still was.
However, I was optimistic about it.  I knew that if I worked hard enough, I
could be even stronger than I was before.

    The five-minute bell rang, and we dispersed.  I agreed to meet them
after last class for coffee, and made my way to my old locker.  Reese was
there.  Everytime I saw him, it was like the first.  I was still so in love
with him.

    I came up behind him, intending to startle him.  But before I could get
close enough to him, he noticed me out of the corner of his eye.  He turned
to me, smiling.  "Hey."

    "Hi, Reese," I replied, staring into his beautiful brown eyes.  This was
the best part of being back.  Getting to see my man, all day long.

    He shook his head smiling, "Man it's good to have you back in school."

    "Yeah, is it?"

    "Yeah."  He came in close to my ear, "You look awesome, baby."

    There was nothing that could take away the feeling that his words had
implanted into my body.  It was warm, and it felt so good.  That feeling
stuck with me all day, and throughout all my classes.  I was trying to focus
on the topic at hand, however my mind kept wandering.  I couldn't stop
thinking about Reese.

    ********

    3 months earlier ...

    "Jake?" Reese called, going from room to room on the second floor of my
house.  "Jake?!" he cried, more than a little concern coming through in his
voice.

    I was on my knees in front of the toilette.  I was disoriented, I didn't
know how to stop the pain.  Panicked, my heart was racing, and I was a
sweaty mess.  My jogging pants were nearly soaked as I quivered and squirmed
on the hard, cold floor.  I was desperate to end the feelings racing through
my body.  Half of me was scortchingly hot, and the other half, ice cold.
There was terrible nausia, and it never stopped.  Suddenly, I felt a
terrible wave of discomfort, and I needed to throw up again.  My head felt
like it weighed a hundred pounds as I came forward to aim for the toilette.
I heaved, and heaved.

    "Jake!" cried Reese, entering the dark washroom to see me there on the
floor.  Immediately, he was at my side, holding me.  When I was done
throwing up, I realized that he was there.  Suddenly, I was dizzy again, and
I felt as though I was going to fall back onto the floor where I would most
certainly hit my head.  Reese was my safety net, however.  He held me up,
and then took me into his arms, allowing me to lay on his chest.  He stayed
there with me, for what seemed like hours.  I don't know how long he had
been crying, but I soon noticed the sounds of his quiet wimpering.  I was
drugged, as this night had been one of the most difficult so far.  I could
barely speak, but I managed a few words for Reese.

    "Why you crying?" I sputtered.

    "I'm okay," he replied, attempting to stop the tears.

    I realized how hard all of this must have been on him.  This night had
not been the first that he had been there to help me.  His never-ending
support and love was a huge factor in my survival.  There were a few times
where I almost gave up, but I drew strength from him, and our love for each
other.

    ********

    Last class had finished, and I was eager to meet up with Reese again.
As I walked toward our lockers, I took in every detail of the school.  The
crowded corridors, the faces I hadn't seen in so long, the colors,
everything.  It was perfect.

    "Jake," a familiar voice called from behind.  I turned around to see
Reese.  I just wanted to take him into my arms right then and there, but I
respected Reese's wish to remain 'in the closet.'  At that point in my life,
I honestly couldn't care less either way.  I wasn't going to continue to lie
to people about who I was.  In my view, there was no point.

    "Hey," I said, "Come for coffee with Meg and Kev?"

    "How 'bout you just call me when you get home and I'll come over?" he
suggested, making it obvious that he wanted to be alone with me.  I didn't
at all have a problem with that.

    "Okay," I agreed, smiling for him.  Right then, Meg and Kevin emerged in
the crowd of people ahead of me.

    "You ready, Jake?" she asked.

    "Absolutely," I answered, turning to join them.

    ********

    Reese and I stood alone in my room.  Leaning in, we kissed ever so
tenderly.  What started with a few light and gentle pecks, soon evolved into
a passionate embrace.  We stood, french kissing for a good while, enjoying
every second of the experience.  My body fluttered with emotion.  I loved
him more and more every minute of every day.  I explored his back, his neck,
and his behind with my eager hands.

    Our embrace continued as we lowered ourselves onto my bed.  The passion
swept through me, and I suddenly needed to make love to him.  It was almost
primal.  Kissing and licking his tanned neck, I removed his sweater, tossing
it aside.  He vocalized his pleasure, laying back on the bed.  He closed his
eyes, as I stroked his erection through his pants.  I climbed ontop of him,
going in close for another kiss.  Extremely excited, I rubbed my body
against his.  He smiled, kissing me again and again.

    There is no better feeling in the world, than to show the person that
you love, just how you feel.  Reese and I didn't have sex, we made love.
And our love sessions were always getting better.  Our relationship felt
like it was new.  It was so awesome; impossible to put into words.  With my
blessing of new-found health, I intended to turn a completely new page in my
life.  And Reese was always going to be a part of it.
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