Date: Sat, 3 Apr 2004 22:13:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Running_Through_Blind <running_through_blind@yahoo.com>
Subject: Running Through Blind Part 7

Hey guys, and I guess the occasional female, fine I'll be politically
correct, Hullo non-gender specific public.  How are you?  Rhetorical
question.  Everyone knows I can't hear you respond, unless you send a voice
file to me, or e-mail me how you are at my e-mail address
running_through_blind@yahoo.com... hint hint!!!  Wow... talk about
desperate for e-mails.

its all part of my evil genius plan to keep you amused of course.  Not that
anyone reads this part.  If you do you can e-mail me and prove to me that
you do read these at running_through_blind@yahoo.com.... fine I'll get on
with the story.

Ya'll know the drill, no copying without my permission, no getting offended
by the material, if you are offend please feel free to leave and or
complain to me.  Insert PG13 rating here, or maybe its an X rating.  You'll
have to read on to know.

Running Through Blind

Chapter 7

Rhys burst through the door of his home and dashed up the stairs.  His
mother was in her study talking on the phone and he could hear his father
still snoring.  He quietly closed his door and changed.  Walking ou of his
room, he walked to his mothers study and tapped at the door frame.

"Mom?"

"Yes Rhys, what is it?"

"I'm home."

"O ok dear.  Hurry and wake your father, we have to go to mass then lunch
with my cousin."

"Ok mom..."

Rhys stepped out of her office to his parents bedroom.  His father lay
curled up around his pillow still sleeping.  Rhys could tell by the way his
father's suit had been thrown casually on a chair in the room, that they
had returned home late.  Shaking his father gently he tried to wake him.
Must have been at a business dinner, he smelt like alcohol.

Rhys gave his father a sharp push in a last attempt to wake him.

"Huh... *snort* wha..."

"Dad, mom says its time to get up.  You need to shower.  Come on."

"Oh it you Rhys.  Thanks.  Yeah..."

Getting up, his dad scratch at his back and made his way to the shower.
Rhys walked back to tell his mother that his dad was up and then went back
to his room.  Grabbing the phone he gave Kyle a call.

"Hello?"

"Hey Kyle.  Its me.  I'm home now."

"Walk was ok?"

"Yeah fine...  No problem, its just a block."

"Yeah.  Hey about today..."

"Ummm..."

A brief pause... nervous and awkward

"It was great, Rhys I meant everything I said.  I need to spend time with
you.  Like now.  I want you back here now..."

Rhys felt himself flush again.  Relief filled his body

"I can't really talk now, but I will try and get back there as soon as I
can.  But I ahve to get going now.  I'll talk to you later ok?"

"I can hardly wait."

"Bye Kyle..."

"Bye Rhys."

But Rhys did not hear Kyle's last words.  He had already set the phone
down.  His heart began to pound heavily.  Just the sound of his voice.
Utter his name sent shivers down his back.  He missed him.  Missed them
together...

"Get a grip Rhys.  Its only been 15 minutes."  He said to himself

Sighing, Rhys left his room.  His father was ready, and his mother was just
finishing up her call.

"Julie, we have to go, now.  We're going to be late."

"Coming Bill."

The family hustled out of the house and into their car.  Bill took the
front seat beside his wife, and Rhys sat quietly in the back.  They sped of
towards the local church.

Rhys walked into the church first.  He moved to the back to dress and get
ready to altar serve.  Donning the alb, he checked that everything was in
place, and moved to the back with the other boys.  Mass began

He walked down the aisle as usual.  His mind slightly off focus.  His body
just ran through the motions.  Genuflect, sign of the cross, bow, place,
genuflect, recite, regurgitate, bow, genuflect, kneel, pray, sit, stand...

Looking up he stared at the priests back.  The words he was saying rolled
off of him.  He felt empty.  In the house of God, he felt alone.  Yet
surrounded by many people, he felt alone.  Looking at the other boys
scattered about the alar, he saw them, one a boy about 9, little brat.
Thinking he was God's literal gift to the world.  Praying and reciting,
closing his eyes as though he were perfect.  His brother, much older,
around Rhys own age looked longingly to the back in the choir loft, where
girl, who he had secretly been dating sat quietly returning his same gaze.

Rhys smiled...  He nodded, he moved, he stood, he knelt, he felt empty...


LATER

Rhys climbed back out of the car and unlocked the door to his house.  His
mother and father had left to go have lunch with his relatives.  Entering
the house he took off his clothes and changed into sweatshirt and pajama
pants. He headed down the stairs to the kitchen when heard the doorbell
ring.

Peering out of the peephole stood Kyle.  He watched him for a moment.  Kyle
stood their fidgeting.  Rhys heart melted at the sight before him.  Opening
the door, the cold air swept in and surrounded him.  Kyle smiled at him
sheepishly, he could only grin back.  The two boys stared for a bit.  Then
Kyle rushed in and held Rhys for a moment.  Tightly.

"I missed you."

"It was only 2 hours."

"I missed you still."

"Wanna take a picture, it'll last longer, and you can carry a wallet sized
copy with you at all times."

"I'd rather keep you around"

"O puke.  That was so cheesy."

"What can I say, I'm a cheesy romantic kinda guy."

Rhys kissed Kyle, lightly like the ones before.

"Where are we now Rhys?"

"Umm my house."

"No I mean, where are WE?"

"My house."

"Shut up you know what I mean."

"Well, I guess were at that point where we kinda just go with the flow."

"I guess, but do we... are we going to just sneak around, steal kisses, and
have "study-periods" or are we going to actually tell people that, you
know..."

"That we're together you mean?  Kyle, we've been together for what, a total
or 3 hours and its like you wanna get married."

"I would if your willing to.  I can get a ring"

"OOOO you know how I have a weakness for shiny things!!!  But seriously
there's no need to rush... I don't feel a need to rush. Do you?"

"I dunno.  Its not that I want to rush into anything, it's, well this is
all pretty confusing stuff.  Like what are we going to do you know?"

"Nothing I guess.  Just savour what we have."

"Sounds good to me."

"Mmm...  Wanna go make out and grope each other?"

"Do I look like a slut?"

"Your room then?"

"K lets go!"

The boys dashed together up the stairs.  Kyle basically tackled Rhys onto
his bed.  His tongue began their lips locked together, Kyle explored Rhys
mouth with his tongue.  Rhys moaned as Kyle began to work his way down his
neck.  Pushing Kyle off of him, Rhys flipped Kyle onto his back against the
bed and they started to kiss again.

Still straddling Kyle, Rhys lifted off his sweatshirt.  His pale skin
glistened in the light.  The smooth contours of his body flowed.  Like a
marble statue, his chest was firm, but still had a softness to it.  Kyle
placed his hands on Rhys' back.  The slight coolness of his hands, against
his warm back made him jolt up, and send a shiver down his back.  Resuming
their kissing, he yanked at Kyle's shirt.  His t-shirt came of realtively
quickly.  His tanned athletic chest felt so good under Rhys hands.

Moving down his neck, Rhys nibbled and kissed moving slowly towards Kyle's
nipple.  Takin taht into his mouth, Rhys looked at Kyle seductively and
began to nibble gently and suck at it...  Kyle let out a deep moan.

"Uhhh Rhys that feels so good...  Keep going baby."

Rhys didn't stop, he moved on and began to make his way lower.  Tracing his
tongue down Kyle treasure trail he hit Kyle's belt clasp and began to undo
it.

"O God Rhys...  So good..."

Rhys stopped for a moment.  Lifting up his head, he looked back up into
Kyle face.  Kyle's hair was mussed and his eyes gleamed from behind his
hair.

"Is everything all right?"

Rhys moved off of Kyle.

"Rhys?"

Rhys was silent...

"I'm sorry Kyle... I can't go any further... not yet.  I'm not ready for
it.  I don't think I can.  I'm not ready... o god... what are we doing..."

"Rhys... baby? Calm down.  Its fine.  Whatever your comfortable with."

Rhys began to cry.

"O no.. no no no... what are we doing.  I know this isn't wrong.  And it
doesn't feel wrong, but I don't think I can."

"Rhys, stop, stop... don't do this Rhys.  Stop crying. Come here."

Kyle was slightly confused by this reaction from Rhys.  Holding his hands,
he pulled Rhys into his body.  Their bare skin against each other sent
shivers down his back.  It felt so natural the way he held him.  His hand,
slowly running through Rhys' hair.  Stroking it gently.  Soothing his him.

"Shhh shhhh shhhh shhh its ok."

Rhys body heaved slightly against him.  His crying had subsided to
whimpers.

"I'm sorry Kyle, I ruined the moment."

"No, its ok.  We're together.  That's all that matters."

End Part 7

So yeah, what have we learnt from today's story children, well first, Rhys
is from quite a religious family, and uhhh now I forget what else I'm going
to say... heheh...  Anyway, I think Kyle is shaping out to be a great guy.
Hottie too!  Yeah...  So things are heating up, but I think its time to
introduce some new characters into the story to mix things up.  Sassy
blondes, busty brunettes and maybe a disgruntle brother!...  Or another guy
to make this couple into a hardcore polygamous sex-fest.  Heheheh so not
going to happen.  Or will it??? <cheesy surprise ending music here!>