Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2003 01:20:33 -0500
From: mchalejamie@emailaccount.com
Subject: Reese and Me 26 - Point of View

Reese and Me 26 - Point of View
January 20, 2003

Written by Jamie McHale

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

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Reese and Me 26 - Point of View

    ~Reese~

    "What you feel like doing tonight?" I asked, leaning into the mound of
pillows.

    "I dunno," was Jake's reply.  "I just assume stay here."  He was laying
in between my legs, his head resting across my abdomen.

    "You don't wanna go out?"

    "Later," he answered, shifting positions, causing his upper back to rub
into my crotch.  I was rapidly becomming aroused.  I closed my eyes, running
my fingers through Jake's fine brown hair.  It felt so good to be together.
Maybe we didn't have to go out at all.

    "You have anything in mind for later?" posed Jake, still rubbing his
body into my rock-hard cock.

    I let out a long breath.  My knob was sliding along the material of my
silk boxers, causing quite a bit of pleasure.  "Well," I began, "If we get
sick of each other after a few hours of sex, we could go to this party
that's happening tonight.  I heard a lot of people from school were gonna be
there."

    "Okay."

    I couldn't take it anymore.  I had to get to work on him.  He was as hot
as ever, and the moment was more than right.  Breathing hard, I sat up,
inferring I was ready to get it on.  Jake understood, coming up on me.  Once
he was ontop, we began to kiss passionately.  Grinding my dick into his
crotch, I could feel that Jake had also risen to the occasion.  The moment
was heavy with love and lust, and I knew this would be an excellent session.

    Jake drew away, "I love you."

    My heart thumping in my chest, I quickly answered, "I love you too."
Without any hesitation, I flipped him on his back so that I was ontop.  I
could tell Jake was pleased.  His eyes fluttered momentarily, only to shut
tightly once we'd resumed our kiss.  Still breathing hard, I practically
tore away his shirt.  Jake gave a slight laugh, at which I couldn't help but
giggle.  Afterwhich, we were right back at it.  Kissing passionately, I ran
my hands all over his toned chest and stomach.  All the while, we thrust
ourselves into one another, intent on enjoying every second of the
experience.  I was loving it, as I began to suck on his neck.  Once again,
we'd be heading out to a party with matching hickeys.  But, it was all good.
  It was the last thing on my mind as we continued to make love to each
other.

    Moments later, we were both completely nude.  I smiled down at my
boyfriend, before heading down his bare chest for his lowers.  He sighed
with pleasure as I took his cut seven inches into my mouth.  Savouring
everything, I took my time, allowing him the maximum amount of pleasure.  It
was a professional job, if I may say so.  His eventual orgasm was divine.
Jake's body bounced, pushing his cock-head deep into my throat as he
released his load.  As his dick throbbed in my mouth, I took every drop of
his hot seed.

    Then, it was my turn.  The wonders of Jake ... GOD he was good.  The sex
only seemed to get better as time went on.  And, that night, in this
spectacular session, Jake made me moan, almost cry out in complete
satisfaction.

    ********

    After almost two hours of sex, Jake and I lay together in a tangled mess
of sheets.  Still nude, he held me tight in his arms.  Even though it was
only eight o'clock, I felt as though I could just slip away to sleep.  We
were both exhausted, however I imagined we'd still be going out.  If I had
it my way, we would be.

    Then, as he usually did, Jake spoke the first words after our few
minutes of post-sex unwinding.  "You been talking to Brian at all this
week?"

    Oh no, I thought.  We'd barely talked about the drugs, or Brian in the
week since he'd discovered my extracurricular activities.  I think it was
just 'assumed' that I wouldn't be smoking anymore, and that I should
probably avoid talking to Brian.  I'd slipped on Tuesday night, however.
After school, Brian had come over.  We'd only smoked a bit, but it was
enough to sort of make me feel bad.  Evenso, Jake hadn't specifically told
me not to touch weed.  So, I wasn't REALLY going behind his back.  Besides,
once in an entire week wasn't bad at all.

    "A bit," I replied plainly, attempting to communicate that I didn't want
to talk about it.  But, as was sometimes the case with Jake, I was
unsuccessful.

    "You seen him at school?"

    "Yeah, a bit."

    "Okay," he muttered.  I got the impresion he didn't really feel like
discussing Brian either.  The fact was, he was worried - something Jake did
on a regular basis.  I appreciated it, of course, but more often than not,
it turned into an argument.

    "So you wanna get ready to go out?" I asked, clearing my throat.

    "Yeah, sure.  If you want to."

    "Yeah, it's gettin late."

    "It's only eight o'clock," Jake said, gesturing to the digital
alarm-clock sitting on his small bed-side table.

    "Still gotta shower and all that," I replied, moving to sit-up in the
bed.  Our bodies gave a slight sound as they came apart, as we'd been
sweating rather heavily.

    "You gonna shower here?" Jake asked, smiling.

    "I'll just go home for like fifteen.  My clothes are all there anyway."

    "Okay," Jake sighed, "Call me when you're ready."

    With that, I flung my feet over the side of the bed and climbed down to
grab my clothes.  It was a challenge to find them; they'd been chucked all
around the large bed-room.  I laughed a little, noticing that my boxers hung
neatly from a tall lamp in the far corner of the room.

    Having finished clothing myself, I turned for the door.

    "See you in a bit, baby," Jake called after me from the bed.

    "Yeah.  Get ready, you lazy bum," I laughed, making my way out of the
room.

    ********

    I'd showered and dressed.  I now found myself standing in front of the
large mirror in my bathroom.  I felt uneasy, however I was at a loss for
identifying the cause.  Butterflies fluttered through my stomach.

    I thought about Brian.  I should never have started hanging around with
him, I told myself.  Recently, Brian had been trying to take our friendship
to another level.  Of course, I wouldn't allow it.  I was too invested in my
relationship with Jake.

    Then, I was suddenly filled with regret where the drugs were concerned.
I'd kept it a secret from Jake.  On the flipside though, who was I really
hurting?  I knew what I was doing.  There were no HUGE problems with it,
other than the fact that I knew Jake hated me doing it.

    Feeling a bit better, I put the subjects of Brian and the weed, out of
my mind.  I was intent on getting smashed and having the time of my life at
the party that night.

    ********

    After collecting Jake across the street, we began toward the Jeep.  Jake
looked absolutely amazing.  I suppose he was trying, as we were headed to
what could be defined as a social event.  I'd wondered if Jake would revert
to the preppy-style.  And, for all intents and purposes, he had.  This was
but one of quite a few substantial alterations in his personality since his
recovery.  At first, he'd be entranced by the slightest thing, such as a
beautiful day.  He'd been sporting a rather positive outlook on life in
general.  However, as time went on, and he realized that his life hadn't
really changed all that much since his diagnosis, he was slowly returning to
his original self.  That was okay, because I'd fallen in love with him long
before his battle with cancer, his complicated relationships, and his
challenge with Alex.

    "I suppose you got booze?" Jake asked, turning to me briefly as he
pulled the Cherokee out into the dark street.

    "Kinda.  Told a few guys I'd pay them back."

    "Okay," he replied, beginning down the vacant suburban roadway.

    "You gonna drink?" I inquired, gazzing at him from the passenger seat.
He looked so damn good.

    "If I do, we'll be walking home.  Okay with that?"

    "Yeah, sure," I said, smiling, "Have fun tonight, kay Jake?"

    He paused, looking my way, "I'll try," he laughed.  I wasn't sure why he
laughed.  I assumed it was due to the fact that my statement had been a tad
corny.  It didn't matter though, we were going to a party, and all was good.

    "You're adorable," Jake suddenly said, smiling.

    I giggled, "Thanks, you are too."  In that moment, I felt extremely
close to him.  Closer than usual, and that was saying something.  I had the
sudden urge to disclose everything to him.  I wanted to tell him about
Brian's attempts to sleep with me.  I wanted to tell him about getting high
on Tuesday.  But, I couldn't do it.  We were both in excellent moods, and I
REALLY wanted us to have fun that night.  After some thought, I decided I
would tell him another time.

    It took less than ten minutes to arrive at the party.  It was apparent
from the street where Jake had parked the Cherokee, that the house was alive
with activity.  My boyfriend and I exchanged a quick glance, and then
proceeded up the lawn for the front door.  I wondered if he was as excited
as I was.  I assumed not, however I hoped that might change once he'd
indulged in a few drinks.

    Arriving on the stoop, Jake and I slid in through the doorway to find
ourselves in the middle of a massive house-party.  It was a celebration of
mis-spent youth, and attendance indicated a kicking party.  Absolutely
beaming, I decided the first step was to locate Jack (whom had in his
possession my booze.)  "Jake," I began, turning back to him, "I'm just gonna
go look for Jack."

    "Kay," Jake replied, making his way into the livingroom where a group of
friends from school were shouting his name.  Maybe he will have fun, I
thought, smiling.

    I'd immediately began toward the rear of the house, where I assumed Jack
would be smoking some weed.  Walking through a spacious den, I noticed a set
of large padio doors, leading to a deck and pool area in the backyard.  Sure
enough, there was Jack.  He and a few friends were huddled around what
appeared to be a pipe.  I couldn't help but laugh a little.

    "Reese!" Jack cried, turning to greet me as I made my way across the
deck.

    "Hey guys," I said, smiling as I approached them.

    "Hit this, buddy," Harry offered, holding the small pipe in front of me.
  I wanted to.  And, I almost did.

    "Naw man," I replied, shaking my head.  I didn't want to cause any type
of scene.  Most of these guys were new friends, and I didn't need to burn
any bridges.  So, I attempted to act as cool about it as possible.  "I'm
just gonna fuckin drink tonight."

    "Why?" demanded Jack, appearing genuinely shocked.

    I paused.  I wasn't sure how to answer his question without making it
too obvious that I was lying.  Then, I realized that I really did want to
take them up on their offer.  What was one hit?  And if Jake smelled it on
me, I would just tell him it was due to my proximity with the others.
Almost nervously, I checked over my shoulder to make sure no one was
watching through the padio doors.  Then, I accepted the pipe from Harry, put
it to my lips, and sucked in the drugs.  Afterwards, I handed back the pipe
and stepped away.  It had been a good hit, and I was still holding it deep
inside my lungs.  After about ten seconds, I finally exhaled in a long
burst.  The small group erupted in cheers, and I smiled.  In the back of my
mind though, I knew I'd just done something wrong.  I didn't feel good about
it, but I was there to party, so that's what I was going to do.

    "Good shit huh?" Jack asked, obviously quite impaired.

    "Yeah," I replied, still smiling.  It occurred to me that since I'd
already taken a decent hit, I may as well smoke some more.  What difference
would it make?

    The pipe continued around the group, and soon returned to me.  It had
become a guilty pleasure, however I once again accepted it.

    My friends and I shooting the shit, time went on, and before I knew it,
we'd smoked several bowls.  I was high.

    "Hey man," I said, taking a step toward Jack as the group dissipated,
returning into the party.  "You got any visine with you?"

    He laughed, "Yeah, man."  He pocketed the small pipe, producing a tiny
spray bottle from his cargo-pants pocket.  Nervously, I tilted my head and
sprayed both my eyes.  I blinked hard, handing the bottle back to Jack.
"Dude, what the fuck you so worried about?!  And where'd you get that
hickey?!"

    "Nothing man," I replied, giggling.  Of course, I ignored the second
question.  And OH, was I high!  I feared Jake would know, even though I'd
used the visine.

    "Okay, whatever," Jack laughed, beginning for the open padio doors.  I
followed, walking on unsteady feet.  My atmosphere was huge, and every
detail of the party SCREAMED at me.  I'd smoked way too much.  But, as I was
enveloped in the warmth of the house, I was soon so blazed that I couldn't
be bothered by anything.

    ~Jake~

    It had been nearly an hour since Reese had disappeared.  I figured he
was talking with some friends in another part of the house.  I wasn't
worried, but I would have appreciated seeing him a little while at the
party.  Then, I realized that we'd spent the entire evening together, and I
didn't feel so bad.  Besides, I was actually enjoying myself.  Meghan,
Kevin, and Johnny, among others, were present at this gathering.  We all sat
around the small breakfast table in the crowded kitchen.  Drinks in hand, we
were enjoying a few hands of poker.

    "Where's Reese?" Meg asked, folding out of the hand.

    "Who cares?" I joked, taking a swig of my vodka and OJ.  I soon realized
that I was half-way to being drunk.  I decided to slow down a tad on the
intake of my drink.  Drinks one, two, and three, had all gone pretty quickly
into my stomach.  I smiled as we continued with the game.  It felt good to
be there, with my old friends.  I didn't have to worry about anything.

    "So everything's been good then?" Meg asked, turning in her seat.

    "Things are great," I exclaimed, taking a second to bet.

    "Awesome," she replied, smiling.

    I laughed, but at the same time I realized just how good a friend she'd
been over the years.  I suppose I got a little more 'friendly' when I was
drinking, but I had to tell her, "Meg, you've always been so cool to me."  I
put my hand on her shoulder briefly as she smiled back at me.

    "Hey, what did I tell you about moving in on my girlfriend?" Kevin
joked.

    "Gimme a break," I replied jokingly, "I'm gay for fuck's sakes."

    Immediately after I'd uttered those words, the group fell silent.  Of
course, that didn't affect the general noise of the party, not to mention
the loud music emanating from the livingroom stereo system.  Everyone
exchanged glances, and then Meg leaned in toward me, "You still wanna be in
the closet?"

    "I don't care," I replied, still smiling.  "You guys all know anyway."

    "Yeah, it's cool," Kevin said, "But just watch how loud you're sayin
stuff like that.  Other people could hear."

    "Honestly," I began, straightening in my chair, "I don't care.  I am who
I am.  I don't give a fuck what other people think."

    Meg grinned, "That's really cool.  I think we just don't want you or
Reese to get hurt.  You know?"

    "Yeah," I replied, "Much appreciated."

    Just then, a figure emerged from the crowd, catching my eye.  I turned
my attention to this tall individual.  I already knew who it was, but for
some reason, I found myself staring.  Of course, it was Chase.  I wanted to
call him over, or exuse myself from the game to approach him, but I
couldn't.  As usual, we weren't on excellent terms.

    As I attempted to ignore his presence and continue with the game, he
noticed me.  It was then when I saw that Cory was at his side.  Evenso,
Chase stood still, gazing at me for several seconds.  I wasn't sure whether
or not he was trying to communicate something to me.  So, I turned my
attention back to my cards and did not look up again.  I could see out of
the corner of my eye that Chase soon turned away, leaving the room with
Cory.  I again had the compulsion to leave the table and appraoch him, but I
held back.  I suppose I didn't want to to deal with his problems, as awful
as that is.

    Time passed, and we continued drinking, conversing, and playing cards.
By one o'clock, we were all far too impaired to concentrate on the game, so
we dispersed into the party.  I was nearly stumbling as I made my way
through the house, scanning every room for Reese.  I still was not worried -
I'd been having too much fun for that.  Just then, I noticed a group of
Reese's friends from school, huddling in a corner of the den.  Staggering
toward them, I asked, "Any of you guys seen Reese?"

    A few of them briefly turned to address me, "He's upstairs somewhere."

    I nodded in accordance, moving toward the staircase.  I hung onto the
railing all the way up to the second floor, immediately turning right to
make my way down a short hallway.  There were a few people present in the
narrow corridor, however Reese was not among them.  I sighed, approaching
them.  I hadn't a clue who they were, but I'd decided to ask for some
directions.

    "Hey, you seen Reese Pirelli anywhere?"

    A freshmen, obviously just as drunk as I was, replied, "Yeah, he's in
there."  He pointed to the last door on the left.

    I wasn't so drunk that I was unaware of my surroundings, and I could
tell that the doorway he'd pointed to, lead into a washroom.  A neatly tiled
floor was visible in the tiny space between the bottom of the door and the
floor.  Now, I was worried.  So much so, that my heart had begun beating at
a furious rate.  What's he doing in there?!

    Approaching the closed door, I attempted to prepare myself for what I
might find.

    I knocked hard on the thin wood, "Reese?"  Then, I turned the small
door-knob, slowly pushing open the door.

    There was Reese, all alone, praying to the porcelain gods.

    I sighed aloud, closing and locking the door behind me.  In a way, I was
relieved to have found him.  However, I could also feel a touch of
disappointment coming on.

    "Reese?" I said in the gentlest tone I could muster.  "You okay baby?"

    Reese lifted his head from the toilet bowl, his eyes half-shut.  He
managed to mumble something I could not understand, afterwhich, he dropped
his head back down onto the toilet seat.  Apparently, he was so far gone
that he'd not realized that he'd just slammed his forehead into the hard
plastic seat.  Sighing again, I made my way to his side, grabbing some
toilet paper on the way.

    "Reese," I began, realizing that I was beginning to contract a mild case
of the head-spins.  "Hold your head up, kay?"  I lightly grasped the side of
his head to help.  I tore a section of toilet paper away from the roll and
softly applied it to his face.  He then muttered what I guessed was a
'thanks,' and then planted his head back into the seat to throw up once
more.

    ********

    It was two-thirty by the time I felt confident enough to move my
incapacitated boyfriend.  I had managed to sober-up substantially during the
long period of time I'd spent caring for him.

    I took in a deep breath, before reaching down to lift Reese from the
floor.  I'd discovered that he was unable to stand, or balance himself, even
if he was seated on the floor.  I still could not make sense of his words,
and he was largely unconscious by the time I made the decision that I was
going to get him out of there.  I was well aware that he was bordering on
alcohol-poisoning, and I'd been lucky to have found him when I did.

    With all my strength, I lifted him up onto his feet.  Hugging his waist,
I held him up in front of me, slowly making my way toward the door.  As we
exited into the now deserted hallway, Reese's weight suddenly shifted to the
left.  We almost toppled over, however I managed to compensate.  Wobbling
from left to right, I virtually dragged Reese to the end of the corridor.
It was then when I peered down the staircase, realizing how tremendous a
task this would be.  Taking in another deep breath, I resolved to take it
one step at a time.  I was not allowing us to fall.  Just in case though, I
took a quick second to pray for a safe arrival on the first floor.  And,
with that, I took the first step down onto the varnished wood stairs.

    Nearly five minutes later, I was carrying Reese into the livingroom.  To
my amazement, Meg, Kevin, and Johnny were among the few remaining people in
the house.  With Reese's 140 pounds draped across my shaking arms, I
proceeded across the large room for a couch.  Gently, I lay him on the sofa,
ensuring he was on his side.

    "What happened?!" cried Meg, rushing toward us.

    Calmly, I made certain that Reese was breathing normally, and then
turned to face my friend.  "Nothing really," I explained, "He's just way too
drunk."  I sighed, dropping down into the couch beside my man.  My
disappointment had transformed to worry.  I was seriously considering
calling an ambulance, however I understood the severity of possible
concequences to Reese if I took that course of action.

    I'd made up my mind.  I would get him back to my place and watch him
myself.  Of course, if things got any worse, or there was any indication to
me that he needed medical attention, I would alert EMS.  However, he was now
passed-out, and I guessed he would likely be asleep for several hours.  It
was just a matter of close supervision on my part.

    "Meg," I muttered, looking up at her, "Would you mind calling me a
taxi?"

    "No," she replied immediately, "No problem."  She turned away, almost
running into the next room for a phone.

    ********

    As the clock struck six, I returned to Reese's side.  My muscles still
ached from carrying him into the house, up the stairs, and into my bedroom.
My level of intoxication was virtually non-existent as I took off my clothes
and climbed into bed.  At that point, I'd decided to try to sleep.  Several
hours had passed since we'd arrived home, and Reese was still peacefully
sleeping.  Of course, I'd been watching him thoroughly throughout that
period of time.

    I was barely able to keep my eyes open as I pulled the comforter around
my body.  I slipped my arm around Reese's slim waist, glueing my chest to
his back, so as to ensure he remained on his side.  As I shut my eye-lids, I
wondered just what had occurred during the time Reese had disappeared at the
party.  I considered the possibility that he'd indulged, and got high.  Had
that been the case, mixing drugs with excessive alcohol consumption would be
an obvious cause for his extreme state of sickness and intoxication.  Of
course, I was only speculating.  Maybe he'd simply drank way too much.

    In any case, I would likely discover the truth in the morning.  But was
I ready for what I might learn?

    I hated the fact that Reese was going the way of drugs.  But I knew
damn-well that I would never be able to leave him because of it.  I sighed
for the thousandth time that night, slowly beginning to drift off.

    My final thought was completely unrelated to my current dilemna.  In my
scewed mind, I saw Chase's image.  I could see the look of sadness and
disheartenment on his face as he turned away from me in the kitchen earlier
that night.  I'd taken little notice of it at the time, but I would soon
live to regret the decision I had made.

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