Date: Sat, 6 Jan 2001 18:29:05 -0800
From: Justyn <justyn51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reese and Me 5 - A Little Bit of Hell

Reese and Me 5 - A Little Bit of Hell
January 6, 2001

Written by Jamie McHale

Disclaimer and Warning: The following story contians sexual content of a
homosexual nature.

Note: This story is the property of the writer, any copying in part or in
whole of this document is prohibited.  This story is completely fictional
and does not involve any real people.

This story is part of the Reese and Me Series.

EMAIL me if you have any comments.  mchalejamie@hotmail.com

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Reese and Me 5 - A Little Bit of Hell

    I'd stayed home sick for the second day in a row.  I couldn't face
Reese or Alexander.  At that point, I knew that I'd collapse at the sight
of Reese.  Alexander, however, would be getting his ass kicked for putting
me through all of this.  I didn't blame him entirely.  Believe me, I wanted
to kill myself but I didn't have the nerve.  I thought about going to look
for my Dad's old hunting rifle, or just cutting my wrists in the tub.  But,
like I said, I just didn't have the nerve.

    I paced back and forth on the basement floor.  I tried to play on the
computer, or watch some T.V., but whatever I did, I couldn't take my mind
off what I had done with Alex.  I'd cheeted on my sweet Reese.  And, what
really broke my heart was the fact that I knew I'd enjoyed the act of
having sex with Alex.  It had been some of the most intense sex of my life.
I loved Reese, and I loved getting it on with him, but we'd never had
passionate animal sex like I'd had with Alex.  I was so disgusted with
myself.  I ran over to the basement laundry room and planted my fist into
the drywall, making my third hole for the day.

    I dropped to the floor again.  Tears streaming down my face, I realized
the phone was ringing.  I looked up at the wall mounted clock to see that
school had just ended.  It was either Reese or Alexander.  I couldn't talk
to them.  I'd do or say something that I didn't want to.  So, I ignored the
phone's incessant ringing until the third call when I just coudn't take it
anymore.  I ran for the nearest phone.  It was the cordless in the basement
rec room.  Picking up the receiver, I scanned the caller I.D. display to
see that it was Reese.  I wanted to talk to him so badly.  But, I knew that
I couldn't.  Throwing the phone down onto the leather couch, I stood there
and listened to the ringing some more.  It always took so long for the
answering machine to pick up.  I hated it.

    Reese called again ten minutes later.  I was going crazy by that time.
And when the phone rang again at about five thirty, I almost didn't even go
to check who it was.  When I did, and saw that this time it was Alexander,
a surge of rage went through my body.  This was a call that I had to
answer.  I knew I shouldn't really be talking to anybody in this equation
at the moment, but the urge to scream at him was just too much for me.  So,
I pressed talk by the third ring.

    "Hello," I began with a weak voice.

    "Hi, Jake?" Alex said on the other end of the line.

    I felt my face turn red.  My fists were balling up.  "Alex, you better
not call me again."

    "What?!" he demanded, obviously surprised.

    "I said don't fucking call me again tonight!  What language do you
speak and understand?!"

    "What the hell's wrong with you?!" he asked, sounding a little playful.

    I released some more of my anger by throwing a punch into the air.  I
let out a sigh as I did so.  A sigh that I'm sure was loud enough for Alex
to hear.

    "Jake," Alex said, waiting for a response.

    I wasn't sure what to say.  I was just so pissed off at him and myself.
"Actually," I just blurted out, an idea occuring to me.  "Why don't you
come over here."  I didn't really know what I was doing but I had to do
something.

    "Are you sure?" Alex asked, obviously aware of how mad I was.

    "Yeah, Alex," I began, "I need to talk to you about something.
Something real important."

    "Okay, but you sound pissed for some reason . . . "

    There was no care in his voice.  He didn't respect or like me anymore.
His intent was just to use me for sex.  And, he'd continue to threaten me
with exposure to Reese and the school about my sexuality and my
indescresions.

    After Alexander had hung up, I dropped back into one of the couches.  I
took a moment to ponder the whole situation.  Before this whole thing had
started, I'd been convinced that Alex was straight.  He'd never responded
to my subtle attempts at picking him up.  I guessed that they'd been too
subtle.  Before I'd met Reese I'd been so shy with other guys.

    Letting out a big sigh, I dialed Reese.  I only waited for one ring
before he picked up.

    "Hello, Jake?" Reese asked.

    "Yeah, Reese," I replied, a smile coming to my face.  It felt good to
hear his sweet voice.  But the thought of having to tell him what I'd done
with Alex crushed my heart.

    "Where the hell have you been?!" he demanded.  There was concern in his
voice.  Unlike Alex, who I'd discovered was nothing but an evil
blackmailing self-serving ass hole, Reese loved and cared for me.  He loved
me like I loved him.  More than anyone else.

    "I've been sick mostly," I lied.

    "I've been like calling and calling.  And I've been coming over . . . "

    "I know."

    "Well?"

    I paused, deciding that he had to come over too.  These were the most
drastic times of my life.  Which meant that it was time to make drastic
moves.  I was going to end the whole thing tonight at my house.  Whether I
liked it or not.

    "Reese, I need you to come over right now," I finally said, my voice
cracking midway through the sentence.  I started crying again.  I was such
an emotional wreck.  I knew that what I was planning to do that night was
going to end my relationship with him, but deep down I also knew that it
had to be done.  Because otherwise, I'd be continuing to live in my own
little bit of hell.

    "Okay," Reese immediately replied, hanging up the phone on his end.

    He'll be here any minute now, I thought.  And it'll be time.

    I just sat there until Reese arrived.  It didn't take very long.
Afterall, he only lived across the street.  I walked upstairs to open the
locked door for him.  As soon as I did so, my baby jumped into my arms,
embracing me.  It had been a few days.  Too long.  Suddenly all of the rage
I'd felt before was gone.  Just holding him there in my arms was enough to
take care of all of my frustrations.  Instead, I was filled with an intense
sadness.  Sadness because I knew what I had to tell Reese.

    "What's wrong with you these days, Jake?" Reese asked tenderly, giving
me a quick peck on the lips.

    "I have to . . .  I have to . . . " I uttered.

    "What?" Reese asked again, "What?"

    I looked deep into his awesome brown eyes.  He looked so concerned for
me.  And I was about to ruin it all.  After I revealed my secret to him,
he'd hate me.  I was sure of it.

    "Why are you crying?" Reese demanded as the tears once again started to
stream down my face.

    "I have to . . . " I tried again.  "I . . . "  My body began to shake
violently.  The sadness and disparity I was feeling was too overwhelming.
And I began to collapse again.  Reese struggled to keep me on my feet but
he fell with me.

    "Jake!" Reese cried, "Jake!"

    All I could do at that point was cry and scream out loud.  Hitting the
hard granite floor of the foyer together, Reese took me by the back of the
head.  Holding me gently, he attempted to stabilize me.  However, it was
useless.  I couldn't even control myself.  The convulsions were so violent
this time that I was sure I was dying.

    "Jake what's happening?!" Reese screamed, getting tears in his eyes.  I
couldn't believe it.  This was Reese Pirelli.  Never had he cried in front
of anybody!  But now, I'd made him get water in his eyes!  Just the thought
of it was enough to send me into catatonia!  I loved him so much, but I was
about to ruin him.  I had to tell him something that would absolutely crush
him.  If I thought that he was upset now, I had no idea of what was to
come.

    "I'm . . .  I'm . . . " I muttered, still bawling my eyes out.

    At that point, Reese was crying along with me.  "Jake!"  He bent down
and kissed me.  And through all the tears, it ended up being one of our
best kisses yet.  He tenderly moved his tongue over mine, and I accepted it
into my mouth.  All the while, we were both still crying.  But, the kiss
continued.  And eventually, after what seemed like fifteen minutes,
neithter of us were crying anymore.  The kiss had stabilized us, and ended
my ridiculously intense crying fit.

    Reese tore his lips away from mine and we sat there on the granite
floor for a minute.  Studying me, Reese leaned back against the wall.  I
sat cross-leged on the cold hard floor, starring back at him.

    "Jake," Reese started, "What the fuck is going on with us?"

    I considered my response very carefully.  I decided that I would just
let it out.  Otherwise, I'd lose my nerve.  "I have something to tell you,
Reese."

    "What?" he asked desperately, "What is it that has you so upset?  What
could possibly make you cry like that?"

    It was time.  I was telling him.  "Reese, me and Alexander had . . . "

    Knock, knock, knock at the door.  I sighed and got up off the floor to
open the door.  I knew who it was before I even saw Alexander standing on
the steps.

    "Hello, Jake," Alex greeted, smiling.

    I hated him.  Now more than ever.  And for a couple of moments, I was
beginning to reconsider having asked him over in the first place.  He
complicated things between me and Reese.  I wanted this to go smoothly.  I
didn't want to hurt Reese anymore than I had to.  Even though I knew that
I'd be breaking his gentle little heart, I wanted to make this all as easy
as possible.  But, I don't think I truly realized the extent of the trauma
that I would be causing my sweet Reese.  I was obviously in an intense
emotional state.  I was way too wrapped up in my own hurt and sadness to
realize how bad things actually were.

    "Come in," I told Alex, gesturing for him to step into my foyer.  Reese
was still on the floor, and when Alex saw him there, his smug smile
disappeared immediately.

    "Hello Reese," Alex said, trying to act normal.

    At that point Reese knew that something was wrong.  He didn't answer
Alex's hello.  Instead he stayed where he was on the floor, studying the
situation.  He knew that something was going to happen.  I'd made that
obvious enough.

    This is where it's gonna play out, I thought.  And now, it's time.

    "Jake, why'd you want me to come over?" Alex asked, puzzled.  He smiled
again, probably reassured that he was still controling the situation.  He
had no idea.

    I turned to Reese on the floor.  Suddenly more clam, I decided to say
what needed to be said.  "Reese, Alexander's here because there are some
things that we need to let you in on."

    Reese's face froze and suddenly turned three shades of white.  The fact
that I had to look my lover in the eyes while I was explaining myself made
things even more difficult.

    "Jake," Alex stuttered, "What the . . . "

    "Reese," I began, still looking my man in the eyes.  "A few days ago
Alex came over to hang out."

    "Jake!" Alex screamed again, "What the hell are you doing?!"  He
stepped in between me and Reese to interrupt.  I couldn't take it anymore,
I needed to hit him.  I wound up and delivered a punch into his face.
Stunned, a bleeding Alexander fell back onto his ass on the floor.  Just as
surprised as Alex, Reese shot up to his feet.

    "Jake," escaped from my man's mouth.

    Alexander, holding his red face with both hands, hissed in anger.

    "Reese," I continued, even more calm now that I'd let out a little
aggression.  "Alex came over that day and unfortunately found some files on
my computer that I don't exactly want the entire school to know about."

    "Porn?" intuited Reese immediately.

    "Yeah," I replied.  "He found those files and made it sound as though
he was going to tell everyone in school about me, and you."

    "What do you mean me?" he asked, obviously unable to understand how
Alexander had known about him as well.

    "Alex here was smart enough to figure out that there were other reasons
that you and I were spending so much time together." I explained.  "He
started threatening to expose both of us to the school unless . . . "  I
froze.  This was the hardest part.  The part where I had to tell him just
what I'd done with Alex.

    "What?" Reese demanded all of a sudden.  His eyes got all watery again,
and sure enough, he began crying again.  "What Jake?!"

    "Unless I fucked him," I finally said, my voice cracking again.

    I'll never forget the look on his face.  He was absolutely devastated.
And, as soon as I saw that look, I wanted to take it back.  I wanted to
just jump back in time a few seconds and take back what I said.

    "You . . . " Reese muttered in between tears, "You slept with him?"

    I didn't want to answer.  I just stood there, still starring at him.
The pain in his beautiful eyes was heartbreaking.

    "Yes he did," Alex said suddenly, cutting in.  "We had mad sex on the
floor of my apartment!"

    In a fit of rage, I lifted my leg and heaved it into Alex's gut.  He
squeeled in pain, the wind knocked clear out of him.  Just as I did so,
Reese moved past us and ran for the door.  I didn't want him to go.
Grabbing for him, I grasped his hips.  But, he shook out of it and got out
the door for his house.  He ran like I'd never seen him run before.

    Left with Alex there in the foyer, I turned back.  Bang!  I caught a
knee in the stomach.  Bent over, I let out an earth shattering scream.
Pain shot up though my torso as I fell to my knees. Managing a glance in
front of me, I saw the next blow coming.  Raising both of my hands, I
attempted to block it, but it was too late.  I got Alex's right fist in the
face.  Knocked backward, I gasped in pain.  Blood flowed out of my nose
like it never had.  And my head hit he floor harder than I'd of liked it
to.

    "How do you like it you fuck?!" Alex screamed, making his way toward
me.  "How do you like it?!"

    Not only had I lost my man, but I was getting my ass kicked in my own
house.  At that moment, I saw red.  And I knew that I wasn't allowing this
to get any further.  Now, I was going to make Alexander pay for what he'd
done to me.  I'd payed already.  I'd payed with the loss of Reese.  And now
it was Alexander's turn!

    I shot up to my feet.  Rage written all over my face, I jumped Alex on
his way over to me.  We both fell back onto the hard floor this time.
Except I was on top.  Throwing my fists into his face over and over again,
I made sure that I had him pinned.  He screamed for mercy, but I had none
to give him.  And when I did finally stop punching him, it was only because
I was too tired to continue.  I dismounted him and stepped back, finally
closing the open doorway.

    "You fuck!" hissed Alex, blood streaming down his face, "You fuck!"

    "Shut up!" I screamed, fed up with everything.  "Just shut the fuck
up!"

    "I'm gonna make you so sorry you did this!" Alex cried.

    "I said shut the fuck up!!!!!!"  I screamed at him so loud that I'm
sure the entire neighbourhood heard me.

    He was silent.

    "I have a little surprise for you too, Alex," I explained, pulling from
my right pants pocket, a mini tape recorder.  I pressed play, and the
contents of the tape was revealed to him.  It was the conversation we'd had
at his apartment just before we'd had sex.  The conversation in which he'd
revealed to me that he was gay.  Alex's face froze just as Reese's had.  In
a way, it was fitting.  And I was almost enjoying this.

    "Now listen here," I began, shaking and trembling.  It wasn't so much
that I was afraid.  It was the fact that I was functioning only on sheer
nerve juice.  So much had happened in the past five mintutes that it was
beginning to overwhelm me.  "You will stay away from me and Reese for as
long as we all live in the same city.  Understand?"

    "You can't tell me what to do," stammered Alex, talking through a
busted mouth and lips.  He was bleeding all over the white floor.

    "If you don't," I said, "I'll show this tape to everyone I know.  Then,
I'll be making copies and distributing them across the city.  Understand?"

    "You son of a . . . "

    "Be careful!" I cried, "You probably wouldn't want to piss me off."

    Alex shook his head in disbelief and anger.  He couldn't say or do
anything.  I was holding all the cards now.  He was the victim.  Not me
anymore, him.

    He slowly got up, the bloody mess that I'd made him.  He moved for the
door, but I stepped out in front of him.

    "Keep your fucking mouth shut, Alex."

    He said nothing, trying to get around me to reach for the door knob.

    "Or I'll have to open mine," I threatened.  It felt good to be the one
making the threats.

    "Get out of my way," he said, looking me in the eyes.  His were already
beginning to puff up.  I didn't feel even remotely bad about it.

    I let him past, and he exited my house without another word.  Left
alone now, I slid down the wall to the floor.  I sat there considering what
had just occured.  My life had just been turned upside down.  And I'd
probably dug my hole even deeper.  But, at least it was done.  I'd let out
all the skeletons.  However, I'd also lost my love, Reese.  At that moment
I realized what my new mission was.  My next challenge was to get him back.
Whatever happened, I would get him back.

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