Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2001 22:09:29 -0800
From: Justyn <justyn51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reese and Me 7 - If it's Written

Reese and Me 7 - If it's Written
January 14, 2001

Written by Jamie McHale

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

Note - This story is the property of the writer.  Any copying in part of 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.

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    Reese and Me 7 - If it's Written

    I lay silently on the couch in the darkness of my basement rec room.
Though it was the middle of the afternoon, I'd shut the blinds tight.  I
wanted to be in the dark.  It seemed to help my thought process.  And I did
have a lot to think about.  I had to figure out exactly what had happened
to me.  I remembered the whole thing.  But, I had no idea of my attackers'
identities.  After two days of being confined to my house, in crutches and
bandages, I'd come up with three possibilities.

    First, that the entire thing had been just a random act of violence.
This was extremely unlikely, and I knew it.  So, lets move on.

    The second and most probable in my mind, was that Alexander had been
responsible, perhaps hiring the three guys I'd encountered to teach me a
little lesson.  He knew that he couldn't do it himself in his condition, so
he got someone else to do it for him.  He was capable, and he had the
motive.

    I had come up with a third possibility, though.  It just seemed too
coincidental that I happened to see Reese in the bathroom right before I
was beaten.  The sequence of events was incredible.  Boom, I see Reese.  He
runs out, and before I know it, I'm surrounded.  I really didn't want to
believe that Reese could be responsible, however.  This was the guy I
loved.  I hoped that he still loved me, even after what I'd put him
through.  But, as I played the scene over and over in my mind, the evidence
pointed more and more to him.

    It all had been eating away at me for hours.  I decided that I had to
something about it.  In my almost crippled condition, I limped over to the
phone, picked it up and dialed Alexander.  I thought he might be home
considering that it was Sunday afternoon.  A surge of anger passed up
through my spine as I waited for him to answer.  I trudged back over to the
couch and sat down.  I let out a sigh as I did so.  There was so much pain.
Those guys had really done a number on me.

    After three rings, Alexander answered the phone, "Hello?"

    I paced myself, still furious with him.  "Alex," I began, my voice
cracking, "It's me."

    "What do you want?" he demanded in an impatient tone.

    "Just some answers," I explained, trying to be as calm as possible.

    "What?"

    "Don't tell me that you don't know what I'm talking about," I said,
sitting back into the couch.

    "I don't," Alexander insisted with the same tone.

    "Why'd you set me up for that beating?" I blurted out, unsure afterward
if I should have been so direct.

    "What?!" cried Alexander.

    He sounded realistic enough, but I knew that he was a talented liar.
"Alex, I know that it was you.  And I'm going to the police."

    "Oh yeah!" screamed Alexander suddenly, "What about me?!"

    "What?!" I cried back at him.

    "You don't think what you did to me warrants an assualt charge?!" he
asked, sounding more furious than I'd ever heard him.  "You don't think
that I could go to the police and get you charged?!"

    He had a point.  I swore under my breath, and hung up the phone.
Knowing now that I didn't have anything on him, I also realized that if I
turned him into the police, I'd be screwing myself as well.  I let out
another sigh, unsure of what to do.  There was still Reese.  I could call
him to ask if he knew anything about it.  I knew that he must have known
about the beating.  The paramedics had dragged me out of the dance on a
stretcher.  Everyone had seen me.  Including Reese, unless if he'd left the
building right after I'd seen him in the bathroom.  It occured to me that
perhaps he wasn't aware of my beating.  It had been bothering me that he
hadn't called to see if I was alright.  I imagined that even if I were in
his place, I'd still call to see if I was alright after what happened.  But
perhaps the reason that he hadn't inquired on my condition was because he
simply wasn't aware of it.  That is, if he wasn't responsible for hiring
those guys to beat me down.  I couldn't believe that my sweet Reese was
responsible for this though.  I just couldn't.  A week or two earlier, we'd
been proffessing our love for each other.  Was it just some cheap version
of love?  The kind that ceases to exist after you seperate?  No.  I
couldn't believe that either.

    In a surge of excitement, I grabbed the phone again.  Nervously, I
dialed Reese's number.  I hadn't spoken a word to him in a while, so
naturally, I was uneasy.  I didn't know what to say.  I didn't know how to
sound.  All I knew was that I needed for him to come over and talk to me
face to face.  I needed to look into his sweet brown eyes and talk to him
about what was happening to me.  My life was spiralling out of control and
I desperately needed someone to confide in.  Of course, the phone had been
ringing off the hook with calls from Chase and Diane and a few other
people, but I couldn't really confide in any of them.  They didn't know
what was going in my life.  There were only two other people who really
did.  Reese and Alexander.  And Alex was out.  So that left Reese, provided
that he would talk to me.  I doubted it, but I hoped that he would.

    Someone picked up after two short rings, "Hello?"  It was the voice of
Reese's Mom.

    "Hi," I said in a shaky voice, "Is Reese there?"

    "Yes, hold on a minute," she replied, putting down the receiver of the
phone to go get Reese.

    I waited about twenty seconds before Reese picked up.  I imagined that
he was in his room playing Sega Dreamcast, as usual.  "Hello?"  He sounded
annoyed already, and he didn't even know that it was me yet.

    "Hi," I said to him, trying to sound calm.  It didn't work out.

    "Jake?" Reese asked immediately.

    "Yes," I told him, "Reese, please don't hang up."

    "Why shouldn't I?" he asked, the anger in his voice a little too
apparent.

    "Because I need you," I blurted out.  "I need you to talk to me for a
bit."  I began to break down.  I just loved this guy so much, and it was
breaking my heart that he hated me now because of something that I'd done
to him myself.  I didn't want to cry anymore.  I was tired of being a
pussy, but I couldn't help it.

    "I don't really see why I'd want to talk to you," Reese said with a
tone full of hate.

    "Please Reese!" I cried.  "I don't have anyone else!"

    Reese just sighed.  And after a long pause, he abruptly hung up the
phone.

    The tears came in full force.  I dropped the cordless phone to the
floor and layed back on the couch.  I was crying out loud by the time I
heard someone coming in the front door.  Frantically, I got myself up and
made my way to the door out of the rec room.  From there, I could see up
the stairs and into the foyer.  I hoped that it was Reese, but it really
could have been anyone.  I feared that it might be my attackers, coming to
finish the job that they'd began at the dance.  It was like heaven
unfolding itself to me when I saw Reese taking off his shoes and heading
toward the stairs.  He saw me watching him immediately, and hesitated
before starting down the staircase.  He was furious, I could see it in his
eyes.  It was almost like the look he'd had when I'd seen him at the dance.

    When Reese got to the bottom of the stairs and had a look at me, he
froze in his steps.  "What happened to you?!" he demanded, suddenly turning
pale.  There was still anger in his tone, but now there was also concern.

    "You didn't know?" I asked, calming myself down a little.  Fortunately,
the tears had stopped coming.

    "No," he cried, "Who beat you up?!"

    "I don't know . . . who they were."  I stammered, still recovering from
my crying fit.

    "When did this happen?!" he demanded, reaching out with his right hand
to touch my bruised face.  He stopped himself before we could make contact,
obviously remembering his anger.

    "It happened . . . in the bathroom at the dance."

    "In the bathroom?!  That's where I saw you!"

    "Yeah," I explained, "They came in right after you left."  Now I was
pretty sure that Reese hadn't been responsible for my beating.  I may have
been caught up in the moment with him, but I could tell when he lied to me.

    "What'd they do to you?  Did you have to go to the hospital?!"  He
through out question after question.  But I didn't mind.  He was obviously
concerned for me, which meant at least that he didn't completely hate me.

    "I got two cracked . . . ribs.  A concussion.  They knocked me out
pretty bad.  I didn't wake up . . . 'till the next morning in the
hospital."

    "Oh my god," escaped from Reese's mouth.  He did still love me.  It was
more obvious now than ever.  Even after what I'd done to him, he still
loved me.

    "Reese," I said.

    "Yeah?" he asked, finally touching me.  He tenderly put his hand on the
side of my battered face.

    "I'm so sorry for everything that I did to you."  The tears came again,
not surprisingly.  "I didn't know what to do.  Alexander was going to tell
everyone about us.  And . . .  I went over there intending to . . .  I
don't know."

    Reese suddenly wasn't angry anymore.  In the heat of the moment, he
bent in and kissed me.  It was a peck, but a long one.  When Reese pulled
back after a few seconds, he kept his eyes closed.  He opened them a minute
later and stared into my eyes.  I was stunned.  I'd been expecting him to
come over and give me shit.  That was what I deserved, but he didn't seem
to be much in the mood to give me shit anymore.

    "Let me help you back to the couch or somethin'."  Reese positioned
himself beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.  Together, we
made our way into the dark rec room.  Reese flicked on the light switch
with his free hand before we dropped down onto the couch.  For a long
couple of minutes, neither of us attempted to say anything.  We just sat
there, hip-to-hip, both probably wondering where to start.  Suddenly, Reese
made a whimpering sound.  I turned to him in astonishment.  This was the
second time I'd got him crying!  I couldn't believe it.  But it made me
feel even worse.  My sweet Reese, usually so carefree and happy, was just
as much a mess as I was, and it was all my fault.

    I put my arm around him.  He settled in close, remaining silent.  As he
continued to cry, I considered suicide.  I couldn't take it anymore.  I was
hurting the last person that I wanted to hurt.

    "Reese," I said, the tears still streaming down my own face.  "Don't
. . ."

    In response, Reese layed his head down into my lap.  He calmed himself
enough to talk.  "Jake," he began, "What was going through your head?"

    "What?" I asked, looking down into his eyes, "When?"  I was trying to
act as though I didn't know what he was talking about.  I guess I wanted to
avoid the subject.

    "When you were with Alex," Reese explained, rubbing the back of his
head into my rising crotch.

    I considered my response for a couple of seconds.  "I was trying to
think about you."

    "Did it work?" Reese stammered, trying to talk through his tears.

    "No," I answered, bending down so that we could share another kiss.
This time, I opened my mouth.  Reese, in accordance, did the same.  We
frenched for about five minutes straight, without coming up for air.  We
were loving it so much that by the time I pulled up, neither of us were
crying anymore.

    I continued to look down into eyes.  He stared back up at me, and
nothing more was said.  I think that we didn't need to say anything else.
I knew that he still loved me, and he knew that I was truly sorry for what
I'd done to him and that I definitely would never do it again.  As well, I
think that we both realized that life in general hadn't been that much fun
since we'd split up.  We needed each other.

    I smiled and touched the side of his face with my hand.  I got him to
smile back at me before he lifted his head up off of my crotch and kissed
me.  It was a brief kiss, because he immediately got up off the couch and
stood in front of me.  Suddenly, without ever breaking eye-contact with me,
he tore off his T-shirt.  My hands instantly found their way to the front
of his pants.  I unbuttoned and unzipped him.  His seven incher sprang out,
still covered by his plaid boxers.  Immediately, as I began stroking his
rock-hard cock, Reese straddled me.  It hurt at first due to my injured
body, however, it was worth it and I knew it.  I would have endured hell
for Reese.  Brushing a strand of hair from his face, Reese came in close
again and we embraced each other again.  My hands were running all over his
tanned chest.  As we continued to kiss, he pulled my red sweater over my
head and threw it across the room.  We flashed each other smiles again and
then locked back into our kiss.  It was the most passionate kiss
imaginable.  We moved from side to side.  We tilted our heads at all
angles, and kept our tongues moving at a hundred miles per hour.  Reese,
after a good two minutes, began to pull away.  I pulled him back in to suck
on his tongue for another quick second.  Afterwhich, Reese made his way
down my chest and stomach.  He licked and kissed my nipples and ran his
tongue down along my abs.  I suddenly noticed that my crutches were still
right at my sides on the couch.  I took them and tossed them away.  I'd
barely done so before Reese had my pants at knee length.  He pulled them
all the way off and came back up to face me.  We kissed again.  It was so
good.  This was love making.  We were truly making love.  There was no
thought involved in what we were doing.  We were just following our
emotions.  And they were guiding us through the process of making love to
each other.

    Reese eventually drew away again and moved back down to my awaiting
genitals.  Eagerly, my man pulled away my silk boxers, revealing every inch
of my hard-as-hell cock.  He immediately took it into his mouth.  My body
spasmed with pleasure.  It wasn't so much the fact that it felt good
physically (it did!)  But, it was the fact that it was Reese.  I'd been so
sure that he'd never willingly talk to me again, and here we were, back to
our usual business.  This time it was better, though.  It was like
rediscovering each other.  If I had to compare it to any other time, it
would be our very first time.  There was something else present between us
now.  An energy drawing us to each other like we'd never been before.  I
didn't know what it was, but I liked it.

    Reese bobbed his head up and down on my dick.  I sat back and closed my
eyes, running my fingers through his gelled hair.  It wouldn't be long
before I'd worked it all out.  Reese went faster and faster as the seconds
passed.  My breathing rate increased as I squeezed his head tight.  I was
close to orgasm, and I didn't want to waste it.  As Reese continued to
suck, my cock swelled.  Instinctively, he stopped, pulling away.  I turned
back to him, opening my eyes.  He was so beautiful.  He stood up in front
of me again.  His cock was at attention, pointing straight up.  I couldn't
take it any longer.  I had to have him, all of him.  Grabbing for his cock
with one hand, I tore away his boxers with the other.  His awesome uncut
penis sprang out.  I pulled him toward me, sitting up on the couch so that
I could reach.  Reese solved that problem for me.  He got back up onto the
couch, pushing me back so that I was sitting back into the couch again.
Then he got on his knees on the couch in front of me.  He'd positioned
himself so that his dick was right in my face.  I looked up at him and
smiled.  He was already wearing a huge grin.  So, I didn't waste any time,
I grasped his tight ass cheeks with both hands and slipped his cock into my
eager mouth.  It tasted so sweet.  Like me, Reese showered all the time.
So, he was always right clean, which was awesome because when we had sex,
he smelled of soap and shampoo, and of course, cologne.  He was just the
best.  I couldn't ask for more.  And now I had him back, and it felt so
good.

    I sucked my man Reese so good that he was pumping my face by the time I
let him cum.  It came in three massive shots.  They were like projectiles
striking the back of my throat.  Reese cried out with each one, holding the
back of my head tight.  As soon as that was finished with, Reese dropped
down into my lap, straddling me again.  For a long minute, he held the
sides of my face, and we just looked into each other's eyes.  We shared
another kiss, Reese's hands finding their way back down to my cock.  He
stroked me as we frenched.  Then suddenly, he jumped up again.  He wasn't
up for long, because he turned around and sat back down on me.  I knew
exactly what he wanted to do.  Reese lifted his ass up and lowered it right
down onto my tool.  I held it in place as it slid up his tight ass.  It
always hurt at first, but as soon as he started going up and down, it was
the best sensation ever.  Reese did just that, pumping his ass up and down
on my dick.  It didn't take long before I was grasping his sweaty body and
thrusting myself up into him.  We humped together, breathing harder and
harder.  My body pulsed with energy.  And even though I was in a delicate
state, I got right into it.  I held onto him by his muscular little chest
and pulled him down hard.  He'd lift himself up again, and I'd drive my rod
deep into him.  And so on, and so on.  Minutes passed, and we continued to
fuck harder and harder until we were both screaming with pleasure.  It was
so great.  I felt better than I'd ever felt.  And I just kept fucking him
and fucking him, holding in my load time after time.  Reese gave a good
scream as I yanked him down harder than before.  And then again.  And then
I drove my cock deeper into his ass.  He cried out again, and I screamed
with him.  Then, we roared together as I fired shot after shot of my cum
into him.  I shook all over as Reese gave one final pump downward.  When he
got up off me, and I pulled my softening dick out of him, Reese looked
different.  He was sad again.  I could tell as he layed back down with me
on the couch.  I cuddled him in my arms, and we kissed gently.  We wrapped
oursleves up in a blanket, eventually getting our shorts back on.  And we
layed there in the rec room all day long.  We fell asleep in each other's
arms, as we used to.  And I held my sweet Reese all night long.  I wasn't
quite sure exactly what the next day would hold.  Although I knew one thing
for sure, Reese and I were back together.  And nothing could change that
. . .

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