Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2001 11:10:38 -0800
From: Justyn <justyn51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reese and Me 9 - Perspective

-Gaymale
-Highschool
Reese and Me 9 - Perspective
February 3, 2001

Written by Jamie McHale

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

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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 9 - Perspective

    I lay on the bed, waiting for Reese to arrive.  It was Sunday night,
and we were planning on staying in.  There were two good reasons behind
that decision.  Number one was Meghan.  Number two was Alexander.  I'd been
in such a mood during the day that I really didn't want to make it worse by
running into one of them.  Even worse than having a chance encounter with
Meghan, would be having one with Kevin and Johnny.  I knew that by that
time, they'd definitely been informed of my actions with Meghan in the
Jeep.  And I knew that Kevin would not be happy.  I regreted what I'd done,
however I wasn't going to let it eat away at me like a cancer.  I'd already
had a cancer, when I'd cheated on Reese with Alexander.  That incident and
the events afterward had eaten away at the very core of my spirit.  And it
was just now beginning to brighten up again.  My outlook was good, even
though I still had quite a few problems to deal with.  But, that's all they
are, problems to be dealt with.  I knew that when the time came that those
issues had to play out, they would, and no matter the outcome, I'd still
have Reese.  That was really all that mattered to me.  As long as I had
Reese, I could take on the world.

    There was suddenly a knock at the door.  Reese usually just walked in,
so I sprung up to my feet.  Entering the corridor outside my bedroom, I
peered down the staricase and into the foyer.  Another set of knocks
resounded through the house.  Hard knocks.  More than slightly curious
about just who it was knocking away at my door, I made my way down the
stairs and into the small foyer.  I took my time, checking who it was
through the large windows in the front door.  I saw a tuff of blond hair,
cuddling the narrow face of my nemesis, Alexander.  My heart seized in my
chest, skipping two beats as I came to the realization that it was him.
After pondering my situation for a long minute, I slowly began to open the
door.

    The door creaked open, revealing Alexander's figure piece by piece.
After the door was wide open, I stood silently in front of him, unsure what
to do or say.  He seemed to be studying me through his blue eyes.  After a
long pause, he spoke.

    "Jake, I . . . " he uttured, starring down at the tiled floor of the
foyer.

    "What do you want Alex?" I asked with a shrill tone.  My voice didn't
crack though, I was proud of that.

    "I just came over to . . . " he stuttered, looking me in the eyes
again, "I wanted to get a few things off my chest."

    I cracked a smile.  He looked so weak.  He'd showed up at my door, no
longer angry or disdainful, but timid and unsure of what to say.  It was
ironic, and I was loving it.

    "What?" Alex demanded, obviously noticing my grin.

    "Nothing," I began, turning serious again, "What do you want?  I'm
expecting company in a few minutes."

    "Reese?" he asked curiously.  There was still no anger in his tone, so
I decided to give him an honest response.

    "Yeah, Reese."

    "Cool," he said, figiting.

    I was stunned at that point.  Two days earlier, this person had hated
me to the point of no return.  And now, he was timidly figiting in at my
door.

    "Alex what the fuck is this all about?!" I demanded rudely.  I still
believed that he was responsible for my savage beating at the dance.  I
wasn't going to start playing his mind games.

    "I just came to talk," he explained.  He looked convincing enough, but
I knew better than to trust him again.

    "K, then talk," I instructed, crossing my arms in front of my chest,
"You got two minutes."

    "I wanted to say that I don't hate you, and I hope that you don't hate
me."

    "What?!" I gasped, "What the fuck are you on Alex?!"

    "What?" he uttered, looking as though he honestly didn't understand
where all this hostility was coming from.

    I straightened, "Alex, first you try to use me for sex, threatening me
with sexual exposure to the entire population of the school, then you hire
three thugs to beat the piss out of me at the youth center dance . . . "

    "I dunno what you're talking about!"  Now, I could see the anger in his
face.

    "Oh, you're so full of fuckin' shit!"

    "Honestly Jake, I don't know what you're talking about!"

    "Alex, it was you, I know that!  You're the only one with the motive."

    "Jake, if you wanna talk about all the shit I put you through, then
let's go ahead and do that, but don't start making shit up!"  Alex took a
step toward me in the foyer.  I welcomed another fight with him.  At that
point I was so filled with rage that I didn't care about my physical
condition.  He could break all of my ribs, and I'd still make him pay for
the beating he'd put on me in that bathroom.

    "I don't have to make this shit up, ya' diabolical bastard!" I hissed,
taking a step toward him.  "There's already enough to convict!"

    "You know something, Jake?" Alex cried in anger, his thin face turning
a bright shade of red.

    "What?!" I screamed at him.

    "You're so blind that I don't believe that we were once best friends!"

    "What the fuck are you talking about?!"  I balled up my right fist,
poised to hit him.

    "Reese got those guys to beat on you!"

    I couldn't beleive it.  I wouldn't believe it.  Even if it were true,
how would Alex know about it?  How would something like that become public
knowledge without me hearing about it first.  How could it even be
possible?  He loved me.

    "No!  He didn't!  You did!" I cried in rage.  At that point all I knew
was that I was mad as hell and there was a perfectly good outlet for that
anger right in front of me.  I wound back and prepared to hit him.  But
just as I was going to release all of my rage and drive my eager fist into
my enemy's face, I spotted a figure approaching behind Alex.  It was Reese.

    "Listen to me, Jake!  That's why I came!" Alex pleaded with me as Reese
continued toward the porch.  "Reese payed those guys forty bucks a piece to
do a number on you at that dance!"

    "Oh yeah, Alex?!" I screamed, "If you're so sure about that, why'd you
tell me that you didn't know what I was talking about when I told you about
the beating at the dance?!"

    "I didn't do it!  Reese did!"

    I was sure that Reese could hear everything that was being said.  My
hypothesis was confirmed when I saw the look on his face as he approached
the door that Alexander was currently blocking.

    "Get outta here, Alex!" I cried, so full of rage that I wasn't sure
that I could control myself anymore.

    "Okay, I'm leaving, but I'm telling you that you're sleeping with the
enemy pal," Alex said, turning to leave.  He faced Reese who had reached
the door by that time.  They gave each other evil eyes as Alex pushed his
way past him.

    "Don't you fucking come back here, Alex!" I screamed at the top of my
lungs as Reese entered the house.

    "What was he talking about?" Reese questioned immediately.

    I turned to him after slamming the door shut.  "He said he came here to
talk, then he started accusing you of shit."

    "What shit?" he asked, taking off his shoes.

    "Shit that I know you couldn't have done," I replied, watching him as
he walked up to me.

    "What?" he inquired again. He looked concerned, as though there was
something terribly wrong.  For a split second, I wondered if perhaps he was
capable of putting that beating on me.  He too, had motive at the time.
I'd cheated on him, and humiliated him.  And there was the time frame.
Boom, I see Reese.  He leaves, and suddenly I'm surrounded by three guys
eagerly waiting to kick my ass.  I really didn't want to think that he
could have done it.  This was my man, the person that I professed my love
to.  The guy that I had frequent sex with.  The guy that was always there
when I needed him.  He could dull my worst rage, and calm me from any
sadness.  The idea that he could ever want me beaten to a bloody pulp stung
worse than a thousand knives.

    I took his hands in mine, "He said that it was you who hired those guys
to beat me up."

    Reese's eyes widened.  Another alarm went off in my head.  Right there
I was thinking that he had done it, and he was surprised, even horrified
that people knew about it.

    Reese pulled out of my hold, "That fucker!  He's trying to play us both
now."

    "I thought so too," I agreed, scratching at my temple.

    "What do you mean, you thought?" Reese demanded, moving toward me
again.  His eyes were open only in slits, and he wrinkled his cheeks,
indicating suspicion.  "You believe him?  You believe that I'd pay a bunch
of guys to beat on you?"

    I didn't know that to say.  I found myself in kind of a no-win
situation.  If I said yes, I do believe what Alex had said, Reese would
likely dump me on the spot.  If I said no, I don't believe Alex, Reese
would be happy, but if he had in fact hired those guys, I'd be basically
telling him that I was so gullible that I believed him on a dime.  I would
make myself look like an idiot if I was wrong about it.  My mind was
nothing but a mess of confusion.  Alex had cast doubt all over my situation
with Reese.  Had he done this on purpose, simply making things up as he
went along to mess up my life?  It was very possible.  I knew that,
however, there was still that tinge of doubt where Reese was concerned.
That look on his face.  I couldn't get over that look.

    "Answer me, Jake!" Reese cried, "Do you believe that I could be capable
of doing that to you?!"

    I had to say something, so I said what I wanted to believe, "No,
Reese!" I cried, "No, I don't believe that you would do that to me!"

    Reese stopped his approach, turning away for a second.  "I dunno what
the fuck happened between you and Alex, but if it was enough to make you
doubt my love for you, then I don't know if I should even be here!"

    "Reese!" I pleaded, "Come on!  I said I don't believe him!"

    "You had to think about it though, Jake."  He was no longer angry or
anxious.  All I detected in his voice now was sadness.  I suddenly felt as
though someone had reached into my chest and ripped away my heart.  I
immediately grabbed Reese by the shoulder and whipped him around to face
me.  I embraced him, engaging in a passionate kiss.  For minutes, I worked
my magic, teasing his mouth with my tongue.  When the kiss was done, I
pulled away.  He kept his eyes closed for long after I'd opened mine.  I
watched him, with that look on his face.  It was like the expression he had
when we made love to each other, like he was savouring every second.  I
loved that look.

    Reese finally opened his eyes, "Jake, I . . . "

    "Nevermind, baby," I soothed him.  I knew what his present face meant.
He felt guilty for what he'd said.  I felt guilty now too.  "Don't feel
bad, I took a second to think about what I was going to say.  I didn't
think that you hired those guys though.  I love you Reese."  And with that,
I kissed him again.  He wasn't expecting this one either, but it still
lasted for five minutes.  It was a good, arousing kiss.  As we worked our
tongues around inside each other's mouthes, our cocks began to rise in our
pants.

    I suddenly pulled away, "Things never can just stay simple around here,
can they?"

    "No, I guess not," was Reese's simply reply.  We kissed again
immediately afterward.  My hands made their way down his back and around to
the fornt of his pants.  I worked the bulge there with both my hands.
Reese let out a slight moan as I did so.  I knew that it was time.
Together, my man and I made our way into the adjacent living room.  Taking
it a step at a time, we eventually reached the couch.  I kissed and licked
his neck, and he did the same for me.  And we kissed some more.  As we
lowered ourselves down onto the couch, there was still that suspicion, in
some form, deep inside me.  The suspicion that Reese wasn't who he said he
was. That he could be lying about everything.  That he could have ordered
that beating for me.  I pushed those thoughts away though.  I couldn't
proceed under those beliefs.  Instead, I had to believe that Alex was
attempting to ruin my relationship with Reese.  As he'd done before.

    Reese pushed me back into the couch, straddling me.  "I'm gonna kick
Alex's ass the next time I see him," he said, pulling off his t-shirt.

    "Leave that to me, baby," I replied, rubbing my hands all over his
little chest.  His tanned skin beckoned to me to kiss it.  I leaned in and
did so, smothering his nipples with my lips.  I ran my tongue down along
his abs as he held my head with both hands.

    "You're the best.  You know that?" Reese said suddenly, as I embraced
his body over and over again.

    "You're the best," I told him, pulling back to look up at him.  Reese
didn't wait two seconds to get up and pull off his pants and boxers.  His
luscious dick sprung out.  I took off my sweater immediately, Reese helped
me with my lowers.  Instantly, he was sucking me off.  With passion and
lust, Reese and I made love to each other on my parents' furniture.  I
rammed his ass until I was breathing so hard that I thought I would
collapse. And after it was all over, we performed the same ritual as so
many times before.  We held each other tight up close.  This time we were
awake, staring deep into each other's eyes.

    "I love you so much," I said, giving him a peck on the lips.

    "I love you too," he said in accordance, letting out a breath he'd held
in for a couple of seconds.  "We have to make sure that things stay this
way," he said, turining a little serious.

    "What do you mean?"

    "We have to make sure that nothing anybody says or does can seperate
us," he explained, touching the side of my face.

    "I know," I said, really starting to feel guilty for even considering
what Alex had said.  "I was stupid for even giving him the time of day."

    "He's trying to seperate us."

    "I know," I said again.  I could tell that Reese was truly concerned
about this.  It felt good to know that I wasn't the only one worried about
our relationship.  I wanted things to work, no matter what happened.  Alex
was trying to break us up because he was jealous.  In some way, he probably
figured that I had been his, and Reese had taken me away from him.  It made
perfect sense that he'd be trying his hardest to break us up.  And that
he'd say anything to bring that about.  He's just making it up, I thought.
He has to be.  It was scary though, how easily I'd been thrown off about
Reese.  All it had taken was for my nemesis to concoct a story of his
choice to make me believe that my lover was actually the enemy.  And it had
produced suspicions in my mind.  That was frightening.  To think that Alex
could, at will, begin to turn me against Reese.  I wasn't going to let it
happen again.

    "I have to do something," I said suddenly.  I got out of the blankets
and lowered myself down onto the living room floor.  Stark naked, I made my
way toward the kitchen.  Entering through the small breakfast nook, I
quickly snatched up the cordless phone and returned to Reese in the living
room.  I climbed back in between the blankets, and cuddled up to him again.

    "Who are you calling?" Reese asked innocently.

    "Meghan," I replied with a truth in my voice that surprised even me.
It was suddenly all so clear to me.  I'd really screwed up with Meghan, a
good friend.  If I wanted any closure to the matter, all I had to do was
handle it right.  Slowly, I dialed Meghan.  After three rings, a female
voice answered.

    "Hello?"

    "Hi, is Meghan there please?" I asked, trying to sound as nice as
possible.

    "This is," Meghan said, sounding a little preoccupied.

    "Hi, Meghan, it's Jake."  I was pretty uneasy about the conversation.
I knew that she had every right to hang up on me.

    "Jake," was all she could say.  "I . . . " she stammered.  She was
uneasy about it too.  She wasn't in a blind rage about what had happened.
This was good, really good.

    "I called to say that I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday,"
I told her, completely calm with Reese's arms wrapped tightly around me.

    "Well, Jake.  I'm sorry too," she began, "I said something to you that
I shouldn't have."

    "Meghan, I want you to know that you were right.  I'm gay."  Reese's
eyes widened a half an inch.

    "Oh," Meghan uttered.

    "Yeah, I guess you were right.  But, in any case I just wanted to make
sure that you know that I'm really sorry about what I did to you."

    "Okay, appology accepted.  Jake, I . . . "  She still didn't know what
to say.

    "Meghan, I don't care if you know, but can you keep it to yourself?" I
asked.

    "Yeah, of course.  That goes without being said," she asserted.  I knew
at that point that I could definitely trust her.

    "So does that mean that you haven't told Kevin or Johnny?"

    "Of course not!" she replied, "I'd never."

    I smiled big, "Thanks Meg."

    "No problem," she said, "Call me the next time you're going to the mall
or something, k?"

    "Sure."

    "Okay, I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school."

    I was so glad that I'd called her.  This cleared everything up.  I
didn't have anything to worry about where Meghan, Kevin, and Johnny were
concerned.  "Yeah, see you."  I pushed talk, ending the call.  I was glad
also that I still had a friend in Meghan, a good one too.

    "I can't believe that you did that!" Reese cried, grinning at me.

    "Why?  Didn't think I had the guts?"

    "No, but . . . " Reese gasped, still smiling.  "What if she tells
people?"

    "She won't," I maintained.  "I trust her."

    "Okay, it's your life," Reese said, leaning for another little kiss.

    "You're right.  It is my life," I replied, "And for the first time in a
while, I feel like I have a little control over it."

    Reese's smile disappeared.  "You know that you're not free of problems,
right?"

    "Yeah, I know."  There was still Alexander.  And in that moment of
silence, Reese and I agreed that he would have to be dealt with one way or
another.  How we were going to make things even, neither of us knew, but
there would be a way.  There had to be . . .

    Tell me what you think?  Should there be a PART 10?  Comments to,
mchalejamie@hotmail.com!