Date: Thu, 05 Dec 2002 19:31:53 -0500
From: mchalejamie@emailaccount.com
Subject: Reese and Me 24

Reese and Me 24 - The Fall
December 5, 2002

Written by Jamie McHale

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

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Reese and Me 24 - The Fall

    "Come on in, guys," I said politely, motioning for Chase and Cory to
step into the foyer.  I smiled, stepping aside to allow them by.

    "How's it goin?" asked Cory nervously, taking a quick glance around my
house.

    "Pretty good," I replied, still smiling.  I could tell Cory was feeling
uncomfortable.  I suppose I was experiencing much the same thing.  I wasn't
yet sure how this would go.  Was it our version of a "double-date?"
Considering my past with Chase, and his with me, I couldn't quite see how
this was a good idea.

    I watched Chase and his new boyfriend remove their shoes, and then we
all proceeded down the stairs for the basement rec-room.

    "Where's Reese?" Chase inquired, scanning the dimly-lit area.

    I chuckled, "He's right there."  I pointed at him through the dark.  He
was laying across one of the two leather couches, appearing quite
comfortable under the black comforter.

    Chase laughed a little, "Oh, you're blending in with the surroundings
there."

    "Yeah," replied Reese plainly.  I knew he wasn't fond of the idea of
spending time with Chase, but we'd discussed it over the last few days, and
he'd agreed to participate.  I suspected he was there only to keep an eye on
us.  My track record hadn't been favorable, however I knew I could never go
behind Reese's back again.  We'd been through too much due to my stupidity.
Despite all the recent difficulties which had been arising in my
life-situation, I still had my wits about me, and I intended to keep it that
way.

    Chase and Cory sank into the other couch, while I shoved in a DVD.  I
set things up with the TV, taking the remote control back with me to my seat
next to Reese.  Glancing over at Chase, I could already feel the tension
mouting.  I didn't know if it was in part due to Reese, but I had to
brighten up the moment.  The two of them looked entirely stiff across from
us.  I could see that there was at least two feet of space in between them
on the couch.  I wanted to laugh, but the strain of the moment wouldn't
allow it.

    "You guys like Stallone?" I asked pleasantly.

    "Yeah, sure," said Chase.  Cory nodded in agreement.

    "Good stuff," I murmured, pressing play on the remote.

    Apprehensively, I layed back next to Reese.  I looked back at Chase at
least three times while doing so.  It was the most awkward moment I'd
experienced in a while.  It just didn't feel right to be cuddling with Reese
in front of him.  Then, it occurred to me that Chase had seen a lot worse
over the year that we'd been close.  Suddenly, I was a little less uneasy.

    "Here," Reese whispered, enveloping me in the blanket.  Since there was
very little room for us on the couch, we were in very close proximity.
Reese was practically half-way ontop of me.  I turned to him as the movie
started.  Almost childishly, Reese planted a kiss on my lips and then layed
his head across my chest.  I could suddenly feel my face reddening, and I
was afraid to glance at Chase and Cory.  Why do I feel so uncomfortable? I
demanded of myself.

    About ten minutes passed before I noticed our guests getting comfortable
on the opposite couch.  I sighed with relief, keeping my eyes on the movie.
After a short time, I could hear Chase and Cory whispering back and forth.
As I pondered what they were discussing, Reese held his head up to say
something to me.  He leaned in, and I realized very quickly that he hadn't
meant to talk to me at all.  He kissed me, open-mouthed, and not making any
secret of it either.  For a few seconds, I tried to enjoy it, however there
was this constant voice in the back of my head ordering me to stop.  I
pulled away, starring my man in the eyes.  With my eyes, I gestured to our
two guests, attempting to signal to him that I did not wish to continue.
Oddly enough, Reese smiled at me, returning to lay on my upper chest.  He'd
gone out of his way to look and smell excellent that Friday night.  The
combination of his perfect spikes, and the scent of his cologne was driving
me nuts.  However, at the same time, I knew this wasn't the time.  Not while
Chase and Cory were in the room.  I could feel his eyes on me across the
dark room.

    Some more time passed, so far without incident.  This soon changed -
Reese had a raging hard-on, and he was pressing it into my leg.  I sighed
slightly, hoping he'd take notice, but his breathing had gotten a tad heavy
so he either couldn't hear, or didn't care.  I could sense that my erection
would not be far behind as Reese began to thrust his hard cock into my leg,
constantly rubbing against me.  He was doing this slowly and lightly,
however I was certain that Chase and Cory knew what was afoot.  As I
contemplated what action to take, Reese increased his pace, making our
activity extremely obvious.  He left me no other choice.

    "Reese," I uttered in an almost annoyed tone.

    Immediately, he stopped what he was doing and raised his head to look at
me.  "What?!" he demanded in a harsh whisper.

    I couldn't believe that he didn't know why I wanted him to stop.  I
leaned in closer to him, starring into his cute eyes.  "Not now, okay?"

    Reese sighed aloud, dropping back down next to me.  He'd managed to get
me quite horny while it had lasted, and my dick was now fully erect.  I
concealed it in my pants, switching positions so that I was on my side.
Chase and Cory were now in plain sight.  Chase made eye contact with me.  We
glarred at each other for a long moment, and I could tell he knew what had
just happened.  I shook my head slightly, communicating to him that I was
sorry.  After I'd received no apparent response, he turned back to the
movie.

    I was feeling a mixture of disappointment in Reese, and embarrassment.
I felt like this situation couldn't get any worse, however, as Reese reached
around my body to dig into my pants, I realized that it definitely could.
Exploding with frustration, I shot up from the couch, nearly taking Reese
with me.  Chase and Cory watched as I looked down at him.  Reese, completely
twisted in the blanket glarred up at me in anger.

    "Reese," slipped out.  I shook my head samefully, unsure of what else to
say.  Reese also appeared speechless.

    Just then, Chase stood up, "Jake, we're just .... we're just gonna go."

    I sighed again, "Chase."  I wasn't sure if he was embarrassed, confused,
angry, or sad.  I shot another glance back at Reese, who's posture hadn't
changed, then I followed Chase and Cory up the stairs and into the foyer.  I
stood, leaning against the wall as they laced their shoes.  I couldn't come
up with anything effective to say until they were nearly out the door.

    "Chase," I stammered.  He stopped to listen to what I had to say.
Nervously, I smiled.  "I'm sorry, man.  I dunno what that was."

    "It's okay," Chase replied.  But I could tell by the look on his face
that it wasn't.  Without another word, the two exited my house, shutting the
door behind them.

    Shaking with frustration, I slowly made my way back downstairs.  Reese
was still laying on the couch, under the covers, watching the movie.
Approching him, I instinctively flicked the light on.  As I stepped toward
the couch, Reese turned to me.

    "Reese, what ... what," I stammered, "Why did you do that?!"

    To my utter surprise, he grinned at me, "I thought that's what movies
were for."  Giggling, he glanced back at the TV.

    I was absolutely shocked that he was laughing at me.  "Reese," I said,
taking another step toward him.  "What the fuck is wrong with you?  They
were here to be our friends, and you ruined it."

    "What the fuck you talking about?" he demanded, suddenly appearing
angry.  He turned his attention back to me.

    "Reese, you're really starting to fuckin piss me off!" I yelled, turning
away from him.  I began toward the stairs, but I realized that I had more to
say, so I reversed and headed back to the couch.  Reese still had not moved
from his position.  "Do you just have something against Chase?  What the
hell has he ever done to you?"

    All of a sudden, he got up from the couch to stand directly in front of
me.  His face revealed a mixture of emotion which, at that point, my brain
could not process.  Then, he spoke, "Just shut-up unless you wanna start a
fight.  You feel like fightin tonight?"  Before I could reply, he grasped my
waist and pulled me in close.  I suddenly recalled how horny I'd been just a
few moments prior.  I was still furious about what he'd done, but on the
flip-side I knew he was right.  I didn't feel like arguing anymore than he
did.

    "Okay," I uttered, allowing him to kiss me.  Chase and Cory were still
very pronounced in my thoughts as Reese lowered us onto the couch.  As we
made love, I couldn't help but contemplate my next actions where Chase was
concerned.  I still cared very deeply for him, and I hadn't known the extent
of the harm we'd caused him that night.

    ********

    "Call me later," Reese called, half-way out the front door.

    "Yeah," I yelled back, standing in front of my bedroom window.  It was
Saturday morning, and my guilt concerning the events of the night before had
increased substantially.  I needed to talk to Chase, but what would I say?
This turn of events had occurred so quickly, and I had been caught in the
middle.

    As I observed Reese cross the street to his house, I couldn't decide
whether or not I was angry with him.  After a few moments of silent
deliberation, I finally labelled my emotions as disappointment, and shame.
We hadn't discussed it much, but it seemed to me that his actions could have
been an attempt to "lay claim" to me in front of Chase.  I understood his
reasons, but not his methods.  Chase and Cory were trying to be friends, and
Reese had effectively tossed the idea at first glance.

    After much contemplation, I made my way to the phone.  Picking up the
receiver, I dialed Chase's number.  It rang twice before he picked up,
"Hello?"

    "Hey Chase," I greeted, trying to sound as pleasant as possible.

    "Oh, hi," he replied dryly.

    I didn't want to beat around the bush anymore than I needed to.  "We
have to talk."

    "Well, Jake," he began, pausing slightly.  "I dunno."

    "Chase, look.  I'm kinda confused about last night.  And I feel really
bad about all this.  Can we go for coffee or something?"

    There was no response for about five seconds, "You have sex with him
last night?"

    Completely stunned, my jaw dropped to the floor, "Exuse me?"

    "Yeah, you did," he said, using an accusatory tone of voice.

    "What the fuck does that have to do with anything?" I demanded angrily.

    "Jake, you just never got it."  Then, he hung up.  I was so taken-a-back
that I stood still in the center of the room for nearly five minutes, the
receiver still glued to my face.  Staring blankly out my window, I realized
that Reese and I had destroyed my friendship with Chase.  I could feel my
face redenning as the seconds passed.  This can't be happening, I told
myself.  There had to be a way to fix this.

    Just then, as I continued to stare through the large window, I focussed
on the street, noticing a shady Ford sedan positioned underneath the shroud
of a large tree.  At that point, I was completely overwhelmed.  I had to
act.  All of a sudden, I dropped the phone to the floor and turned to head
down the stairs.  After collecting my shoes, I proptly made my way out the
front door and into the bright Californian day.  Briskly, I made my way
toward the parked Crown Victoria.  Now within a few feet of the front of the
vehicle, I could see that it was Detective Ritter.  Rage written all over my
face, I stepped to the side of the large sedan.  Bringing forward my right
fist, I knocked hard on the glass.  Scowling at me, Ritter activated the
power windows, only bringing the glass down an inch.

    "What?" he asked, appearing annoyed.

    "You're asking me?!" I cried in absolute anger.

    "Yeah, what the fuck do you want?"  Everytime Ritter had spoken to me,
it seemed as though he was quite non-chalont.  As though he felt he could
say anything he wanted, and it didn't matter how I reacted.

    After everything that had happened, I wanted to just break down and cry,
but I held firm.  "Why are you here?!"

    Ritter smirked, "I like the view.  You got a cute boyfriend there," he
remarked mockingly.

    This was something else!  I could not believe what had just come out of
his mouth.  My face twisted with anger, "What the FUCK did you just say?!"

    "You heard me.  Does that piss you off, Jake?  Like Alex pissed you
off?"

    I'd literally lost my mind at that point.  My thoughts were blank, my
emotions had exploded into a tangled mass of debris.  Everything I said had
drawn its origins solely from adrenaline.  "You mother fucker!"

    Just then, Ritter exited the vehicle, forcing me to take a step back.
He stood up, immediately approaching me.  I judged by the expression on his
face that he intended to fight with me.

    "I'm not ... " I stammered.

    "You're not what?!" he cried, antagonizing me.

    Staring at the pavement in front of me, I realized that my hands were
shaking.  The nerve juices were flowing, and I knew I had to control myself.
  Regardless of the fact that Ritter was an prick, he was a police officer,
and I knew I would find myself in a world of hurt if I attempted a fight
with him.  Even so, it took every ounce of my being to stop myself from
punching him.

    "I'm not ... guilty," I finally managed to say, looking up at him.  "I'm
not a fucking killer!"  Having screamed into his face as loud as I possibly
could, I turned and walked away from him.

    "You run home to Reese now," Ritter called to me.  "I guess we'll be
talking to him pretty soon, too."

    In that instant, I tore a hole into my bottom lip from biting so hard.
He'd brought Reese into it, and for some reason any rage I'd built up before
had now doubled.  I spun around to face him once again, "You stay the fuck
away from Reese.  If you hurt him, I swear to god ..."

    "What?!  You gonna kill me too?!"

    Just then, it was as though an alarm had gone off in my mind.  The only
reason he was there was to push me over the edge.  He was looking to pin
something, anything, on me.  My chest heaving up and down, I began back
toward the house.  I wasn't going to allow him to set me off.

    "Come back here," Ritter shouted after me.  I could hear his heavy
footfalls on the asphalt as he began to pursue me.  I didn't know whether to
run or to turn around and face him again.  But, I soon realized that I
wouldn't have to make that decision.  My father's Miata was pulling into the
driveway.  He'd seen what was happening, and immediately exited the small
car to join us on the street.  In that moment, I prayed for him to end this
situation with Ritter.  I wished he could just wave a magic wand and make
him disappear.  And, as I stood and watched the next set of events play out,
my prayers were answered.

    My Dad began a brisk walk toward Ritter, reaching into his inside jacket
pocket.  Producing his cell phone, he continued toward the bewildered
Detective.  "I'm on the phone with my lawyer right now, buddy."

    As I watched, Ritter began to back-track toward his vehicle.  He said
nothing, apparently speechless.  My Dad was five feet away from him all the
way back to the Crown Victoria.  The expression on his face revealed how
enraged he'd been to witness my confrontation with Ritter.  My father was by
no means a body-builder, however I knew he had the potential to be tough.
And as I stood, witnessing him on the attack, I was proud.

    "You have no business here!" my Dad cried, still following Ritter.
"Leave, now!"

    Ritter opened the door to his un-marked sedan, however stopped there,
facing my Dad.  "I'm a police officer, Mr ..."

    My father cut him off, "I know that, Detective.  I also have your badge
number, and you can expect serious consequences from your interference in my
son's life.  My attorney has been kept informed of our situation, and I'm
sure he'll be overjoyed when I tell him about this."

    Ritter had nothing more to say.  Scowling, he climbed into his vehicle
and sped away.

    A tear escaped my right eye as my Dad threw his arm around my shoulder.
"You okay, Jake?" he asked tenderly.

    "No," was all I could say.  As we walked toward the house together, I
realized just how much I loved my Dad.  We hadn't been close since I was a
twelve or so, and I felt terrible about it.  Like a small child, I burried
my face in his shoulder as we entered the foyer.  We stood there for some
time, hugging.

    ********

    By night-fall, I'd concluded to effectively "forget" about my troubles
and have fun with my friends.  It so happened that there was a house party
occurring a few blocks up from Chase's house.  Most of the expected
attendees were from St. Michael's so I expected no problems.  I'd adorned my
party attire - "prep clothes."  I almost felt like a sell-out wearing it
again, however it was a party, and I wanted to look decent.  In addition,
I'd spiked my hair and sprayed myself with enough cologne to kill a small
animal.

    After spending a few minutes with my parents, I headed out the front
door and jumped into the Cherokee.  Reese, whom I called a few moments
earlier, was already on his way across the street.  As I started the
vehicle, he climbed into the passenger seat.  "Hey," he greeted.

    "Hi," I replied.  Despite my encounter with Ritter, my mood had improved
substantially since my last contact with Reese.  Obviously concerned, my Dad
had skipped his afternoon at work to remain at home and spent some time with
me.  We'd talked for hours, and it was amazing.  We both learned some new
things about each other.  I knew my Dad and I were to be much closer after
that day.

    I pulled the Cherokee into the street and began the drive to the party.
"Reese," I said, "We should talk a little bit about last night."

    He was silent for a few moments, "What about last night?"

    "Oh come on," I said, glancing at him.  Grinning furiously, he turned
his face toward me.  I couldn't help but laugh, "You don't see how you might
have caused some damage last night?"

    "Not really."

    I knew this routine.  Recently, he'd been playing the "giggling moron"
whenever I had a problem with something he'd done.  It was either that, or
he'd seem to just quit listenning to me.  His favourite word, "whatever."
Sometimes I amazed myself at how well I knew him.

    I shook my head, "Well I think Chase hates me now."

    Reese seemed unmoved.  I recalled his feelings about my friendship with
Chase early on.  As I remembered, it had caused Reese and I to enter a long
phase of heavy arguing and fighting.

    "You know, babe," I began, attempting to place my words as perfectly as
possible.  "I love you more than anything, or anyone.  Chase," I paused.
"Chase is nothing more than a good friend.  I chose you, and you chose me.
And, nothing can change that for me."  Having shot a glance his way, I saw
that Reese was now staring at me from his seat.

    "Okay," was his reply.  There was no more talk for nearly five minutes,
until Reese spoke again.  "You wanna stop somewhere for a quicky?"

    It was music to my ears, "Yeah.  Where you wanna go?"

    "Turn left up here," he said.  "There's this parking lot behind the
stadium.  People say it's a good spot."

    The stadium was close, and I was beginning to get excited.  Sex in a
vehicle had always been a turn-on for Reese and I.

    After nearly ten minutes of travel, we arrived in the deserted stadium
parking lot.  I stationed the Jeep nearest to the edge of the expanse as I
could.  There was very little light, so I didn't expect anyone would be able
to see us.  As I locked the doors, Reese was already on his way into the
backseat.  I smiled, twisting my body in the driver's seat to climb over and
join him.  He sat back in the leather bench-seat, as I straddled him.  On me
knees in front of him, I leaned in close so that we could kiss.  We engaged
in a passionate embrace, our hands all over each other.  For a time, as we
continued to kiss, I ran my fingers through his hair.  As I was so good at
doing, his spikes soon began to disappear, leaving only a twisted mess of
black hair.

    Reese began to carress my neck, so I tossed my head back.  What better
way to enter a party, than with a few hickeys?  I laughed at that thought,
and then sprang into action, pushing him back so that I was laying ontop of
him.  We kissed again, but this time for a much longer period of time.  With
depth of emotion, I captivated him with my mouth.  The moment was so
perfect.  Everything felt right.  As usual, as soon as I'd begun making love
to Reese, my problems had been erased from my mind.  I'd reached that state
of euphoria where I'd been ever-so-happy after my cancer treatments.  After
I'd re-entered the real world, that state had escaped me, only to be found
in the most special moments.  Mostly, those were spent with Reese.

    As the passion of the moment increased, I pulled out of the kiss.  Still
ontop of him, I slowly removed his t-shirt, kissing all the way up his lean
abdomen and chest.  I could feel his racing heartbeat thought my lips.  His
excitement had always been the most significant turn-on.  Relishing in it, I
returned to his face and we kissed some more.  Soon though, Reese seized the
moment, switching positions so that he was ontop of me.  It wasn't long
before he was performing his magic on my cock.  Reese had always been the
best at it.  He was the best at everything.  Despite his downfalls, he
simply was, the best.  After the wickedly trying day I'd had, at that point
I felt like the luckiest person in the world.  As I savored the sex, I
reminded myself that no matter how hard you fall, things can always get
worse.
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