Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 01:37:04 -0700
From: Fortis Frater <amidoingitwrite@gmail.com>
Subject: highschool: three simple words 16

Ok! Sorry for the short delay, but here's chapter 16!

For those who like to quick read, I encourage you to read this part
slowly. It contains some touchy parts, not to mention a really loving
moment shared between Chris and Dylan. So please, READ SLOWLY. Thank you ^^

And of course, the usual copyright issues. Come on, you should know this by
now...

Donations too! Please!

And the option of suggestions, ideas, critics are always welcome in my
email (posted on the top of this story).

...I can't think of anything else. So, enjoy!

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Chapter 16 "Ultimate Gift" <- I have a title this time! :]

	"Dylan..." Chris whines as I'm busy planning for Carrie's
homecoming package.

	"Yeah?" I grunt out while scribbling down a note for myself.

	"Wow... I asked you something and you didn't even hear..." he
complains.

	"Oh I'm sorry..." I set down my crap in front of the table and ask,
"What did you ask again?"

	He sighs while slumping down his shoulders. "Wanna go out tonight?"

	"Ohhh! Chris is showing Dylan up!" Caleb taunts. "Guess we now know
who's the guy in the relationship!"

	I shoot Caleb an angry look and smile back at Chris. "What's the
occasion?"

	"Nothing," he grins.

	"Sure it isn't..." I smirk. "Come on, why the sudden deal? Don't
make me tickle you."

	"It's nothing, really... I just wanted you to relief some stress,"
he replies innocently. He then leans towards my ear and whispers, "Well,
that and the fact that both my parents are gone for the week."

	"Really? Since when?"

	"Mom liked the plan her team created, so they're going to propose
it to someone higher up for approval, or something like that. Meaning
she'll have to fly up to Nor Cal. And plus, Patrick left

yesterday, so we basically have the entire house to ourselves."
	"I see..."

	"So you'll go?" Chris asks desperately by showing his beautiful
blue eyes.

	"Alright fine..." I give in to his cute look. "But you'll have to
plan it; I'm too busy as it is with helping Carrie and all..."

	"Done," he grins. "I've already planned everything out."

	"Why you little..." I pull him in and jab at his ribs a couple of
times.

	"Oh my god Dylan! S-s-stop!" Chris pleads as I torture him.

	I stop digging into his skin and hug him. "I'll forgive you this
time... but only because you're so cute."

	"See, I told you that you couldn't resist me."

	"Yeah-yeah. You and your dream talks," I reply.

	"Anyways, you'll have to drop me off at my house so I can get
ready. I made the reservation for two at six tonight."

	"Alright, do you want me to change at your house? Or come ready to
go?" I ask.

	"Come ready to go," Chris states.

	"Mmk."

	"Psst," Caleb hisses, "Sorry to break into your chat, but I need
some help with my math homework."

	"Fine..." I sigh and look over at his homework.

	Before we know it, the final bell rings and Chris and I are waving
goodbye to Caleb.  Apparently, we aren't the only ones who's going to be
busy this weekend, teehee. Wonder if Caleb and Matt are going to be sore
come Monday. Ah well, I guess we'll know next week.

	"Remember, call time of 4:30," Chris reminds me as he gets off the
car.

	"Sure thing snuggle bug," I grin.

	He rolls his eyes and shuts the door. He opens his front door and
waves goodbye to me as I'm backing up.

	"See you in an hour Chris!" I shout out the window and drive
off. In about ten minutes, I pull my car in front of my house. I slam the
car door behind me and sprint into the house, hoping my mom wouldn't say
anything.

	"Dylan! You home?!"

	Crap! Now I gotta bs something up about going out tonight. "Yeah
Mom! I'm not staying for long though! I've got a lot of stuff to do!"

	"Like?" she hollers.

	"I've got a homecoming committee meeting to go to tonight. Since
Carrie's running for queen, she can't attend the meeting, so she's asked me
to go in her place."

	"Oh ok... you staying with Chris over the weekend?"

	Woman! You and your questions! Why?! "Actually... I think I'm
staying for the week. His mom decided to on another trip for the entire
week, so... yeah..." "In any case! I've gotta pack and get ready!  The
committee's being stupid and requiring us to dress up. So don't freak out
if you see me in a suit!"

	Before she can reply, I pounce for my room and shut the door behind
me. Relief! Finally! I sigh deeply and take out my duffle bag. Four days
worth of clothes should be enough, right? I mean, I can always do laundry
at his house if needed.

	I take out all the clothes that I'm going to need and shove them
into the bag. Talk about messy...  Eh, I'm not a total neat freak. I look
around in my closet one last time for any loose items I'm missing.
Regarding our special box full of goodies, I've manage to sneak it back
into Chris's room yesterday as Patrick and his parents were leaving. Thank
god too, cause my mom decided to look in my closet for something this
morning. Talk about lucky...

	With nothing left to take, I open my door and hastily dash into the
shower. Once there, I turn on the faucet and strip out of my clothes. As
I'm removing my soiled clothes, my mind trails over to Chris.  *sigh* I'm
still in that gushy, mushy phase where everything is about Chris. It's both
frustrating and amusing at the same time. It's a like a double-edged sword;
whenever I'm bored, I tend to think of him.  That's nice and all, but I get
bored easily. So... let's say I'm taking a test, boom! I'm thinking of
Chris.

	And I can't help it either! He's just so damn cute and gorgeous! Oh
and by the way, the water's already hot. Now I'm just wasting water... God
damn it!... I shake my head out of it and sigh deeply.  Watch, I'm going to
think about Chris during my twenty minute alone time in the shower.

	I step into the shower and wash myself thoroughly. I start with my
yellow mop on top of my head, as usual, and rinse off the suds after. I
then grab the body wash and smear it all over my body, taking care of all
the parts you'd usually miss: armpits, crack, behind the ears, back of
neck, etc.

	Once step two's finished, I sit down and let the spray deluge my
head. Like I said, Chris is going to enter my mind again... I don't
know... why am I so lucky to have him? Was it fate? Or was it chance? Then
why not earlier? Oh yeah... I was too chicken to ask him the first time I
met him... But you can't blame me; I wasn't sure at that time...

	What about our future? I know for certain that he's the one. I'm
going to do everything in my power to protect him... Never again am I going
to let someone like Brandy scare him. He means too much to me... It's a
good thing he wasn't traumatized by Evan and his gang... I mean, we did
talk about it, but he insisted that he was fine. Not to sound conceded, but
I think it's because he's been sleeping with me ever since Patrick arrived.

	...I have enough on my plate as it is... Now to think about
tonight... I'm still wondering what the big occasion is. It isn't like
Chris to think of something like this. I mean, usually it's me! Why would
Chris be willing to set up a date night for us all the sudden? It must be
something important since he's made the plans beforehand. Hmm...

	I stand back up, apply some conditioner to my hair, and turn off
the water. I think I've pondered about life for long enough. I can always
think more about this in my sleep... I quickly dry myself off, wrap the
towel around my waist, and walk back into my room.

	Good then my mom didn't say anything... otherwise I'd be in that
awkward position of talking to her in the nude... Oh god... just imagining
it is embarrassing enough. Once I lock the door behind me, I pull off the
towel from my waist and flop onto on my bed.

	Turning onto my back, I rest my hands above my head. I sigh and
look over at my clock, 4:10.  I still have a good ten minutes... I look
back up at the ceiling and think of Chris again. The corner of my lips curl
up as I imagine Chris still here with me. Yesterday was painful without
being able to cuddle him... If it was painful yesterday, how am I going to
live without him by my side? What about college man... how am I going to
survive without Chris next to me... Sigh... I guess it's back to hugging
the pillow... Note to self, get Chris to rub himself all over the pillow so
it has his smell.

	My smile transforms into a pout at the thought of my future. Shit!
That's the one thing I don't want to think about now! I shake my head
vigorously and look back at the clock. Ah crap... it's 4:17... I pull out a
pair of black boxer briefs that hug my ass tightly and head over to my
closet. I place my hands on my hips as I scan around for my formal
wear. Aha! There you are... I pull out coat hangar holding onto the pair of
black slacks, black buttoned-up shirt, and black striped tie. I cursorily
button up the shirt, slip on the pants, tie my tie, and rummage around for
a pair of black socks.

	I shove them on each foot and put on my dress shoes. Wow, do I look
fancy. Fashion tip for the ladies out there, wearing black makes you look
thinner! Keep that in mind the next time you go out! I grab the usual three
things when heading out plus the duffle bag and burst out my door.

	"Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" I say to them as I pass by the living room to
get out.

	"Bye Dylan. Don't stay out too late," she replies and looks back at
the T.V. Wonder what she meant by that? All I'm going to is a meeting,
right? I mentally shrug my shoulders and get into my car with a bag in one
hand, and a pair of casual shoes in the other.

	In about seven minutes, I arrive back at Chris's house. I park my
car into the driveway and head for the doorway with a duffle bag in hand.

	I ring the doorbell and hear Chris call out from his room above,
"Hold on! I'm not decent!"

	I roll my eyes and try the doorknob. Sure enough, it's
unlocked... I sneak inside the hallway after taking off my shoes, set my
clothes down on a couch, and sneak up the stairs into Chris's room.

	Once there, I quietly open the door. Inside, I see Chris facing
away from me butt naked, staring at the sets of clothes he has on his
bed. A devilish smile spreads on my face as I creep inside. I ensnare Chris
in between my arms and throw him onto the bed.

	"Ah!" he yelps in fright and turns around to see who's behind him.

	I take this chance to spread his legs apart and give his testes a
kiss. "Gotcha," I smirk and lick around his shaft.

	"Uh!... Dylan!... Please stop... we don't have time for this!" With
all his might, he pushes me away and closes his legs.

	I show my lower lip at him. "Aww... why?"

	"Because you sneaked into my house for one thing," he scolds, "But
more importantly, it takes about 45 minutes to get to the restaurant, and
I'm afraid there might be traffic."

	"Then why didn't you get ready beforehand?" I ask.

	"Because I couldn't decide on what to wear..." he complains. "Now
my chances of wowing you are ruined..."

	"Not really... you've already wowed me by showing me your bubble
butt."

	Chris blushes at my comment and scoots off the bed. He reorganizes
the messed up clothes and wrinkles his forehead again. I pull out my phone
and notice the time.

	"Oh come on Chris... here, wear this with this," I instruct as I
throw a pair of black pants and grey-blue shirt. "It's already 4:40, and we
don't wanna be late now do we?"

	He looks at the colors for the second and decides, 'what the heck.'
I go over to his closet and throw a pair of boxers and socks at his face;
he catches it and gives me a dirty look. I ignore him and gather up the
unused clothes and put them back into his closet neatly. Hey, I have
parents, not to mention Chris himself, to impress.

	I finish first and see Chris finishing up. I look around his closet
and pull out a multi-blue striped tie. While he's buttoning up the last of
this buttons, I wrap the cloth around his collar and tie a half- Windsor
knot.

	"Thanks Dylan," he smiles goofily at me.

	"No problem babe," I respond with a kiss on the forehead. "And boy
do you look dashing in those clothes."

	"Well I have a boyfriend who has good tastes in colors," he flirts.

	"I'm sure he's lucky, whoever he is..." I trail off as I hug him.

	"He's the best..." he sighs back. "Uh Dylan... we need to get
going."

	"Oh!... Do you have the directions?"

	"Mhm, there on the table over there. I'll meet you downstairs."

	"Alright."

	Chris rushes out the door while I head over to his table. Grabbing
the directions, I couldn't help but notice a pair of scissors, tape, and
some sort of colorful paper. Huh... wonder what he's been doing? Chris's
voice snaps me out of my thinking, and I rush down the stairs.

	"Yeah?" I ask at the hallway.

	"Are you ready?" he urges.

	"Yeah, just lemme put on my shoes..." One thing I hate about dress
shoes; they're almost never comfortable. I swear, the shoe company's out to
get you by secretly designing the shoes to be as narrow and as tight as
possible. In any case, I finish shoving my feet in and head out the door
with Chris.

	"Don't forget to lock the door this time," I remind him.

	"Psh, keeping the door unlocked was part of the plan," he grins.

	"Ok, whatever you say..." I dance off on. We get into my car and
head out the for the driveway.  "What's the directions say?"

	"Um... turn left on this road and get onto the freeway."

	"Alright, just tell me when..."





	Just as Chris feared, there was traffic on the freeway. At least it
was only for a short segment of the way... I blame our past leaders... why
the hell did you make all the important lanes so narrow! Take the I-5 for
example. In LA, there's only segments! No wonder we're voted the city with
the worst traffic in the US...

	Regardless, we've managed to get to the restaurant with five
minutes to spare. Talk about lucky... Even luckier, some guy right by the
entrance to the restaurant leaves just as I turn. Perfect

parking spot! Without hesitating, I squeeze into the space and turn off the
engine. I lock the doors and walk next to Chris towards the entrance.

	"Welcome," the doorman states as he opens the door for us. Inside,
we see a line of about ten people, all dressed up with rich-like.

	"I thought you said it was semi-formal," I whisper to Chris.

	"That's what my mom told me," he hushes back.

	"Do we have to wait in line? Or can we be all snooty-like and brush
by them?"

	"We can skip this line," Chris replies back.

	Before he can reply, I take hold of his hand and walk pass the
line. As I'm walking by, I see in my peripheral vision the looks we were
getting. "Who're those two? Why are these two here? Why the hell are they
going on ahead of us?" are what the looks are telling me. Well fuck you
too.

	"Hello Sirs, what can I do for you?" the waiter states
sophisticatedly.

	"We've made a reservation for two, under the Tanner party," Chris
replies back calmly.

	"Ah, so you're Wayne's son, pleasure to meet you," the man holds
out his hand.

	"No-no, the pleasures all mine," Chris replies and grips the old
man's hand.

	"Right this way then, we've opened a table, especially for you,"
the man gestures with his hands.  I sneak a peak back behind me and see
glowering looks from the line. Jeeze, is it so hard as to make a
reservation before coming?

	We follow him in and are seated down next to a window. If the
cloth-covered table with candles, roses, and silverware didn't impress you,
the beautiful garden view outside casting down the hillside will.

	"Wow... such a great view..." I comment.

	"You have good taste then sir," the receptionist replies. "This
table isn't offered to everyone at a normal cost because of the privacy and
mood."

	"Normal cost?" I ask.

	"Yes, normal costs, but tonight, you two are an exception. Please,
compliments from the manager... Now here are your menus, and your waiter
will be with you momentarily."

	"Thank you sir," Chris replies while taking his menu. The guy bows
slightly and leaves to call our waiter.

	Once he's out of ear shot, I lean forward and ask Chris, "Normal
cost?"

	He looks around sheepishly and leans forward too. "This restaurant
is a branch of the first class hotel just right next to us. A table alone
here costs about 800 dollars, that is, if you can get a regular table."

	"800 dollars?!" I force out in a soft tone.

	"Relax," Chris reassures me, "I mentioned my dad's name since he
always stays here for business. So we've got a discount, and this special
table."

	"How much then?"

	"300," he grins. "Don't worry, my parents and I discussed about
this and they suggested this place yesterday after Patrick left."

	"So... who's paying for this then?" I question.

	"I've already taken care of the bill. Remember what my mom said
about the credit card?" Chris raises an eyebrow.

	"Darn... I was gonna pay with the money I earned from your mom..."
I tease.

	"Nah... I asked you out, not the other way around... Now let's
see... what should I get..."

	A few minutes later, another man, probably in his thirties, walks
over to our table. "Good evening sirs. My name is Gabe Sanders, and I'll be
your waiters tonight. Would you like something to drink while you decide on
your orders?"

	"Hmm..." Chris hums, "I'll have... the freshly squeezed lemonade
please."

	"Excellent choice sir, and you?" he asks me.

	I look on the back of the menu and look around the choices. "I'll
have the... Sakura plum juice please."

	"Ah, you know how to order good sir," Gabe compliments. "I'll
return momentarily with your drinks. In the meantime, lemme pour some water
for you two." Gabe reaches for the pitcher filled with water and pours
professionally into the two wine cups in front of Chris and I.

	"Thank you," Chris and I greet the man. Gabe bows, like the other
guy from before, and whisks away.

	Just then, my cell phone rings. After the second ring, I managed to
pick it up and stop the annoying sound.

	"Hello," I speak into the phone.

	"Hi, is this Dylan?"

	"Carrie?" I ask since the voice sounded familiar. I look over at
Chris and he gives me a scowling look before burying his face into his
menu.

	"Yeah, Listen, ASB decided to push the plans ahead and have the
first event going by Tuesday instead of Wednesday."

	"So? How does that affect me?" I inquire.

	"They want you to host it, since you're Dylan and all..."

	I look back at Chris and see him mouthing the word "no" while
making X's with his hands.

	"Uh Carrie, can I call you back? I'm in the middle of something
important right now..."

	"Sure Dylan, I'll need an answer by Monday at the latest."

	"Alright, bye."

	"Bye."

	I disconnect the phone and look at Chris. "What's wrong?"

	Chris sighs and looks at me. "Dylan, can you promise me something?"

	"Depends what it is..."

	"Will you promise not to worry about anything homecoming related
for the entire weekend? The whole point why I planned this date was to get
your mind off of the stress involved. I know that you want revenge on
Brandy; I do too. But there's no need to rush these things and be stressed
out over it."

	"Chris..." I trail off. Aww... he's so cute when he cares about
me. But before I can reply, Gabe comes backs with our drinks.

	"Ok, here you go..." he says while setting down the two cups. "Are
you two ready to order or do you need more time?"

	I quickly glance down at the menu to see if anything catches my
eye. "I'll have the... roundhouse steak medium rare with A1 sauce, and a
salad side with Italian dressing please."

	"...With Italian dressing, ok," Gabe mumbles while scribbling it
down. "And for you?"

	"I'll have the... Pork chops with XO sauce and pineapple cold slaw
on the side please," Chris states and closes his menu.

	"Excellent choice sir. I'll just take these menus away from you and
your orders will be here before you know it." Gabe picks up the menu and
turns to leave. "Oh, before I forget. All dishes today come with a
complimentary clam chowder soup. That'll come along with your order."

	"Ok, thank you Gabe," I state.

	"No problem." He dances away and I turn back to Chris.

	"So, as I was saying..." Chris begins.

	"Say no more. I promise Chris, no homecoming-related business for
the weekend."

	"Wow... that was easy," he mumbles to himself.

	"Well you do deserve it," I tell him. "And I do need the
vacation... Oh god you'll never believe how stupid ASB can be sometimes..."

	"What? What'd they do?"

	"Oh don't get me started..."

	Overall, Chris and I had a good discussion. It lead from ASB to
Chris's relationship with his parents to about our relationship. Our talk
lasts for about ten minutes before Gabe returns with our food. Once he sets
down everything and leaves, Chris and I attack our food, in a sophisticated
manner of course.

	I decide to empty the soup first. The soup was both rich and
creamy. I can taste the little bits of clam alongside the soft potatoes. I
look across the table and see Chris smiling happily at his food.  Feeling
happy that he's happy, I look back down and finish the rest of my soup.





	"Man I'm full..." Chris states while patting his stomach.

	"Would you like some desert or anything else to drink?" Gabe asks
while picking up our plates.

"We serve a mean ice cream sundae."

	"Hmm... wanna share one Chris?" I ask.

	"Sure."

	"One ice cream sundae coming up then," Gabe announces and leaves
with our dirty plates.  While he's preparing the food, I stare back
outside.

	"Nice view huh?..." Chris asks.

	"Mhm... kinda makes me wonder about my life... like where I see
myself in ten years or so..."

	"And what have you thought of so far?"

	"Well I know thing's for sure. I see you in the future."

	"Aww... I'm special," Chris grins.

	"You better be. You're the only guy that I've shared ice cream
with," I tease.

	"Oh, I see how it is."

	What is it with everyone and interrupting our conversation
perfectly? Before I can smack talk back at Chris, he returns with the
sundae.

	"Wow... my compliments to whoever made this," I tell Gabe.

	"I'll let the chef know," he smiles and walks away.

	The sundae was incredibly huge. It had sliced up bananas and
strawberries surrounding the rim of the bowl in alternate pattern. The ice
cream itself was three big scoots of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry
with whip cream on top of each ball.

	I grab a spoon and scoop up some vanilla. "Open wide Chris."

	"Ahh..." he gestures as I gently place the soft served into his
mouth. "Mmm... it's really good Dylan. Here, you try."

	He grabs the other spoon and scoops up the chocolate flavor along
with a banana slice. I open my mouth and engulf the spoon. "Mmm... you're
right, it is good."

	We repeat the process and before we know it, all that remained is
the bowl with some ice cream soup in it. Chris and I finish our drinks and
get up to leave.

	"Thank you, and come again," Gabe announces while cleaning off the
table.

	We thank him for being such a great server and head towards the
main entrance. Once there, Chris walks over to the cashier stand.

	"Put it on the Tanner card," he says to the same old man from
before.

	"Ok, and how much tip for your waiter?" he asks.

	"The usual. Come on Dylan, let's go," Chris grabs my hand and heads
out the door before I can ask anything. Smart boy...

	On the way out, I see the same people still in line. I stifle a
snicker, which consequentially gets everyone in line to glare at
me. Oops. I sneak a sly smile at them and quickly leave out the front
door. I get into my car laughing and start the engine. Chris looks at me
funnily, but I tell him that it's nothing. He decides to drop it and we
head off back towards home.





	The way back was faster compared to the first trip. With no
traffic, we manage to get back at Chris's house in about 40 minutes. I stop
the car in front of the garage and unbuckle my seatbelt. I quickly reach
behind for my pair of sneakers and head out to catch up to Chris. We enter
the house and the first thing Chris does is lock the door.

	After spinning the lock, he spins himself around. "Oh Dylan..." he
sings, "I have a part two for you tonight."

	"Part two?" I ask skeptically.

	"Mhm. But it'll take some time to prepare. So you get the
opportunity to go and shower first."

	"Alright. I'll go get the shower started then," I say as I walk up
the stairs.

	"Wait!" Chris halts me, "You're using my mom's bath tub. You know,
the one with the Jacuzzi."

	"Ok... what you say..."

	He leads me up the stairs and into the master bathroom. While he
draws the bath, I strip off my clothes.

	"You can set your clothes over there by the hamper... And the rules
are, you can't leave the bath tub until the timer goes off and you have to
put on this bathroom before knocking on my door. Ok?"

	"Sure..." I reply slowly, "How long though?"

	"The timer's set for fifteen minutes. Not too bad right?"

	Before I can reply, Chris says ok for me and presses start on his
phone. He sets it down next to the sink and dashes out the door.

	"And don't forget to blow dry your hair!" he shouts from the
hallway.

	I sigh profoundly and shake my head at him. What's gotten into him?
I shrug and step into the bath that Chris made for me. Well, at least he's
remembered to put in the bath oil. Every time I inhale, I breath in the
scene of lavender. Hmm, wonder what's gotten into Chris and using this
scent... Ah well... I lean back, spread my legs, and let my arms float
around vagrantly in the water.

	Before I know it, the timer sounds off and I open my eyes. Man that
was a good soak... I feel like an old man now... I pull the drain and step
out of the tub. Next to Chris's phone were freshly folded towels. I pick
them up and a note drops down.

	"Don't forget to dry your hair."

	I smile amusingly to myself. He's so cute sometimes... I quickly
pat myself dry and pull out the hair dryer. In about three minutes, my hair
dries up from the scalding hot air, and I turn it off, fearing that my hair
might burn up.

	I throw the towel into the hamper and notice another sign taped
onto the walls. It shows an arrow pointing into his parents' room. I walk
in there and notice the black robes Chris mentioned before.

	I cover myself up with it and tie the knot in front of me to
prevent anything from showing.  Although I'm fully covered now, I still
feel a draft down below, if you know what I mean. I chuckle to myself
again, grab Chris's phone from the restroom, and head back into Chris's- I
mean our- room.

	Once there, I knock gently at the door and step back a
little. Moments later, the door unlocks and slowly creeps open.

	"Ahem... Welcome sir, to the master suite," Chris mimics like a
professional server by holding his hand straight out to his side.

	"Why thank youuuuu- whoa..."

	Wow! What the fuck did Chris do to the place?! Whoa!... He's turned
off all lights in his room and filled the perimeter with candles. A small
breeze enters from the crack of his window and the fires dance around,
creating a luminous lighting effect in the room. The image
is... breathtaking... Just...  wow...

	I wonder what's with it with him today? I look over at Chris and
gasp a little at his choice of outfit, or thereby lack of. All he's wearing
is the pair of black Speedos I gave him and a black bowtie hanging loosely
around his neck. Other than that, his body is completely exposed and
shifting colors due to the flicking of the candles.

	"Like it?" he giggles.

	"Like it? I love it!" I glee and grab him in for a kiss. I then put
a hand on his forehead. "But are you sick or something?"

	He snickers at my comment and gets some space between us. "No, I
just wanted to do something romantic is all."

	"Well... you certainly got the romantic part down..."

	"Thank you," he grins. "Now ahem... right this way sir," he role
plays again and leads me to the bed. Once there, he folds the cover's top
cover over, creating a space for me lay down on. He then lifts the pillow
up and places it upright against the bed stand. As he's doing this, I get a
full view of his tight, bubble butt rubbing against those hot Speedos of
his. Is he doing it on purpose?

	Chris gestures for me to relax with two hands, and I happily
oblige. While I'm getting comfy, he whisks around the bed and plops onto
his side. After his bouncing settles down, he squeezes in between my legs
and wraps my arms over his shoulder.

	"You do like this right?" he asks.

	"Of course I do. This is the first time anyone's done something
like this for me. And I have to say, I'm really impressed Chris."

	He sighs a breath of relief. "Thank Dylan... you have no idea how
long it took to order everything and set it in place."

	"Hmm... so this was planned how long ago exactly?" I interrogate my
little date planner.

	"After my mom told me that Patrick was leaving basically," he
replies. "Now about part two..."

	"Wait... there's more?"

	"Of course there's more!" Chris exclaims while freeing himself from
me. He sits on his knees and faces me while I sit up, cross-legged
style. Consequentially, my robe pulls up a little, exposing me downstairs.

	"Dylan..." Chris begins nervously, "I know we've only been together
for about two months, and I might be hasty in this, but..."

	"But what?" I ask.

	"But..." He sighs and reaches under his pillow. He feels around and
pulls out a wrapped up gift.  Getting back into the kneeling position, he
presents the present to me with both hands. "I can't find the words right
now..." he mumbles out, "but I think this'll answer your question..."

	Skeptically, I take the present from his hands and study it. It was
a roughly 4x6x2 box of some sort wrapped delicately in stripped rosy pink
and maroon red paper. I carefully remove the wrapping paper to reveal the
true identity of the mysterious gift.

	"Is this-" I look up at Chris and see him nod his head. "Are you
sure Chris?"

	"Dylan... I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I can
tell you just how much I feel about you, but I think the gift I gave you
will tell you just that... and more."

	I look back down at the book he gave me. Wow... he actually trusts
me enough to read it... I

motion him back over and press my spine back onto the bed stand.

	After getting comfortable with Chris in front of me, I open the
book to page one. "I've set book marks to help you navigate since some of
the story's the same. And with 250 pages worth of entries to read,
yeah... so I've picked out of the touchy ones," he explains to me.

	"You just tell me when to skip ahead and I'll do it ok?"

	"Ok," he replies innocently. Feeling that Chris is confident in his
answer, I fully open his diary to page one...

Dear Diary, 6/17
	Well... Since it's my first time writing in a diary, I really don't
have an idea as to what to write in here. What do I talk about? I guess
I'll talk about my last day of 5th grade. Should I be happy? Yes. Am I
though?... Not really... You see, my mom decided to hire another babysitter
for me to look after me while she's off to some trip. I think she said New
Jersey or something... Why do my parents always leave for business trips?
Mom says it's only for two weeks, but I don't believe her. She always says
stuff like that, and then go out longer than she says. I feel so sad and
lonely whenever they leave. Why can't they stay for once? Now I'm stuck
with some random teenage girl. Yuck, talk about gross. I wonder if she has
cooties, whatever that is...

	I turn to the next page.

Dear Diary, 6/25
	So yeah... my mom left the other day, like always... At least I got
to see her off with my new babysitter, Gabby. She's alright I
guess... except all she does is talk on the phone all day. She'd make a
habit of leaving at around two in the afternoon to go hang out with her
friends, leaving me all alone in this big house... I get scared
sometimes. Like what if something bad were to happen? I stay in my room and
hide under my bed until Gabby gets back home, whenever she does... She came
back at 7 yesterday, but the day before that, she came back at around
4... In any case, I just hope Mom and Dad come back soon... I feel really
uneasy without anyone at home with me...

	"You can skip to the first bookmark now if you want Dylan. The rest
of the entries are basically me talking trash about Gabby and how my mom
kept delaying her return."

	"Oh ok..." I reply as I flip ahead about 20 pages to the first
bookmark. Jeeze, if the first two entries were this depressing, I wonder
how bad the rest can be.

Dear Diary, 9/16
	School started again... And while I'm not looking ahead to the
depressing year, I'm glad that my parents are back in the house. At least I
can feel someone's presence is in the house at all times... My mom's been
driving me to school, but the way we sit in the car, it's as if I'm not
even there... She's always constantly on her phone, discussing about
something to her co-workers. And as soon as I close the door behind me at
school, she rushes off to work. I mean, I didn't even get to say goodbye to
her or anything... And back at home? Both my dad and mom either lock
themselves inside their studies and work or are working a late shift. Why
is my life so miserable and lonely?... I want to feel loved by my
parents... Is that so much to ask?

Dear Diary...  9/24
	Halloween's approaching, not that it'll matter to me. I haven't
gone trick-or-treating for as long as I could remember. Neither of my
parents have any time for me anyways... Plus, they always lock the doors
and put a sign out saying "NO CANDY." *Sigh* What did I do to deserve
this?... At time's like these, I really wish I had an older brother or
something. Yeah... that'd be nice... an older brother.  Someone who can
watch over me, take care of me, love me... But we all know that it's
impossible for me to have one now..."
	I sigh deeply and glance down at Chris. Why wasn't I there for him
sooner?... I've only read four entries, and my heart's already acting up
from all this... I shake my head and flip to a random page, hoping that
it'd be something brighter to read.

Dear Diary, 12/10
	Winter break is going to start soon. That mean's I won't be able to
see Dylan for the next two weeks... I miss seeing him already... even if
it's just a for a split second whenever we cross paths going from 4th
period to 5th.
	I wanted to give him a present for Christmas. I even made the card
and everything. I just... I just didn't have the courage to give it to him
in person... So instead, I shoved the card inside his locker and left the
present below on the ground. I then ran to the near corner and waited,
waited until he walked by and got the present.
	My heart was thumping like crazy when he arrived. I'll never forget
the look on his face, confused, and slightly annoyed. I felt so sad that he
wouldn't like my present. But when he read my letter, his facial expression
changed. I couldn't make it out, but I think he felt happy that he received
my present. Argh! I should've wrote my name on the card instead of "You're
secret admirer"! *sigh*...
	Well, at least he got the present... what he did with it I don't
know. I ran away, fearing that someone might catch me stalking him. Oh god,
how embarrassing would that me?... I wonder if he likes it though... I did
spend a lot of time making it... although it is crude looking and kinda
childlike...

Dear Diary, 1/8
	I don't know if I should classify this as good news or not, but I
saw Dylan looking in my direction today and he smiled at me. Me! At least I
think it was at me... Who else could he be smiling at? But, that got me
thinking about reality... I mean, he's everything I've dreamed
about... charming, dreaming, strong... *Sigh* He fits perfectly into my
image of the perfect big brother... Why can't he be related to me or
something?...
	So yeah... I felt really excited at first, but then I started to
feel extremely sad. It's like he's right there for the taking, but I can't
reach out and grab him... Why do I feel so different whenever he's near
me?... Ever since that spirit rally back in September... That moment when
he sat next to me and I look up at him... Ever since then, I get really
nervous whenever I near him... Not to mention my heart gets all jittery and
my stomach feels like it's going to upchuck itself out my mouth.
	What is this feeling?... Is this love? I'm tempted to check online
or something, but I'm too scared too. What if my parents come in? What if
the government finds out what I've been looking through?  Please
Dylan... save me... help me... I've been feeling so lonely for as long as I
can remember...  Please... just... please...

	I close the book shut and set it down next to me. Without saying a
word, I pull Chris in and hug him tight. "I'm so sorry..." I whisper as
tears roll down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you how I felt
before..."

	"Dylan..."

	"And I'm sorry that I can't read your diary anymore... It's just
too sad and dark for me to continue..."

	"...Can you at least read the second to last page then?" Chris
asks. "It is the last story,..."

	I snuff up my runny nose and sigh. "Give me a minute..."

Dear Diary, 10/30
	Today... I was involved in a fight... No, I didn't beat anyone
up. In fact, I was the one who was attacked. It was really frightening, but
Dylan managed to save me before anything serious damage was done. Thank
goodness too! One of the guys was about to sexually abuse me! But all he
did was um...hehe, grab my goodies before Dylan beat the crap out of
him. Oh my god you should've seen him go. It was kinda scary at first, but
then I realized that he did it all for me... Me, his boyfriend... his
lover... He means so much to me... No one's ever been this serious about
me, let alone hang out with me...
	I know a shit load of people are going to disagree with me on this
and tell me that it's too early, but I love him. I can't explain how or
why, but I just do. And I know I love him, cause every time he's near me, I
feel this burst of happiness in my heart. I've never felt this way
before... For the first time in my miserable life, I actually
feel... happy...
	Dylan entering my life was the best that could happen to me. When
he became part of my life, everything changed for the better... My mom and
dad decided to care about me... I have friends who care too... but best of
all, Dylan was able to make my life long wish come true... you know, having
a big brother...
	He's done so much for me... I feel like I should do something in
return.. So, I've made up my mind. Again, I know a shit ton of people are
going to disagree with me on this, but fuck them. I'm ready to give him, my
soul mate, the gift that can only be given once, and once only. Dylan, when
you're reading this, let me just say... Thank you... for everything you've
done for me. I know you tell me otherwise every day, but I feel like I
still don't deserve you... Compared to you, I'm nothing special... I know I
know, you're going to scold me for this... But really, you're every gay
guy's-and girl's- dream... I love you... and thank you for choosing me over
everyone else...  Love, Chris (the luckiest guy on earth)

	A big, content smile forms from the corners of my mouth as I close
the book again. "You're welcome," I whisper into Chris's ear.

	He tilts his head up and we share a long, yet simple kiss. Once we
leave each other's mouth, Chris frees himself again and digs under his
pillow for something else. He covers it with both hands and hides it behind
his back.

	"Dylan... you read the part about the gift right?" he speaks
slowly.

	"Yeah- wait, don't tell me..."

	My almost naked boyfriend holds out a small glass bottle with some
clear liquid swishing around inside it. "Dylan, I know this might be
considered too soon, but I feel-no... I know that I'm ready for this... And
I have you to thank... So please Dylan, accept my gift. The ultimate gift
that I can give to no one else."

	I bend forward and kiss Chris passionately on the lips. I take the
bottle out of his hands and push him down onto the bed, while exploring his
hot mouth with my tongue. No words were needed to describe just how much we
loved each other.

	"You sure Chris?" I ask one last time.

	"Mhm..." he croaks out.

	"So then... you wanna go for the main course, or do you want me to
play with you a little first?"  I tease.

	"Tonight... my body's yours. You get to do anything you
want... anything..." he stresses with a flirtatious smile.

	"Hmm... well then," I coquet back and kiss him, "I think we should
flip around back to where the pillows are, don't you think?"

	"Excellent choice sir," he grins back with his horrible role play.

	I feel Dylan Junior growing in size as Chris's body brushes aside
me. Once into position, Chris plops his head down onto the pillow with his
legs spread and hands, palm up, hanging loosely next to his ears. I scoot
up next to him and kiss him deeply on the lips again. This time though, he
decides to fight back and drive his tongue in.

	After about five minutes of making out, I slowly retrieve myself
away from him. Chris decides otherwise and lifts his head up, trying to
keep his mouth next to mine. He lets out a whimper and begs to me with his
puppy eyes.

	I smile warmly at him and quickly turn around to set the bottle
down on the drawers. I turn back and take a moment to engrave the image of
Chris into my mind.

	"...You should wear this outfit more often Chris... Not only do you
look cute in it, but you also look damn sexy," I comment and kiss him
again. "But I prefer the original outfit you had when you come to work."

	"Oh? Which outfit might that be good sir?"

	I carefully unbuckle his black bowtie with my fingers and drop it
next to his hips, not before showing it to him of course. I then get in
between his legs and flick my fingers like a dirty perv while inching
towards his swim gear. I grab onto the two points next to his hips and tug
downwards. Chris helps me by lifting his butt up, allowing me to slide down
his only piece of clothing. With nothing left to cover himself with, Chris
looked extremely delicious in his form. His legs are still spread apart
with his happy camper sticking straight up towards his stomach and his eggs
nestling in between his legs.

	"There... much better in your old attire," I smirk as I toss the
nylon material next to his bowtie. I give Chris a little show by shucking
off my robe and slowly brush my body against his until I meet his eyes with
mine. I cradle the back of his head and kiss him again. With my free arm, I
grab the bottle of lube and sit up, consequentially leaving Chris hanging
again.

	"So... how do you want to do this?"

	"...What do you mean?" Chris asks sweetly.

	"Oh right... I've never told you about sex positions... Simple
question for now then, do you want to be on your back or on all four like a
dog?"

	"Arf!" Chris replies like a little boy. I snicker at his reply and
we begin shifting around. With Chris on all four, I twist the bottle open
and scoot up a healthy glob onto my index and middle finger.

	I slowly spread the liquid around Chris's pucker with my fingers,
which causes Chris to shiver with delight. He spreads his legs apart,
giving me more access to his hairless ass. Feeling that he's been teased
enough today, I slip my middle finger in first and wiggle it around his
sphincter muscle. Chris shudders and stifles out a low moan. Since he's
used to one finger, I stick in my index finger too and slide both of them
in and out of anus.

	"Ah... Sss..." Chris moans in pleasure. "Oh god I can't take it
anymore Dylan! Please hurry up!"  Ah... he's so impatient... Oh well, I'm
guilty of that too.

	I gently pull out my fingers and drip some lube onto my dick. I
stroke it a couple of times to spread the liquid eventually and press the
tip up against Chris's love tunnel. Slowly, I press in.

	Ever have that experience of a million fireworks go off in your
brain? Well this is nothing like that. No, it felt even better. It was like
1000 supernovas going off at once in a nearby star cluster, radiating it's
spectacular show for everyone on Earth to witness.

	"Ah..." Chris half-screams half moans. "Wait Dylan..."

	"Oh... sorry..." I force out since the feelings too intense. I
swear, if I didn't concentrate, I would've cummed right there.

	After adjusting a little, Chris says, "Ok... go in again..."

	I hold onto his thighs and slowly bring him in closer, penetrating
his virgin hole in the process with my 7in boner. Once all the way in, I
lean over his body and hug him.

	"It's all the way in Chris..." I whisper into his ear and nibble on
it. "I'm going to start now..." Ever so gently, I pull out a little and
slowly push back in. Out again. Back in. Back out. In. Out.

	"Uh... Hmm... Ah..." Chris whimpers in ecstasy. "Ah... Dylan!..."

	"Nmm!... Oh god! You're to fucking tight Chris!... Mmm!" I grunt in
pleasure. I wrap my arms around his chest and rest my upper body on his
back as I continue to fuck him

	"Uh... Harder Dylan!... Ah... Pmmf! Sss... AH!" He arches his back
and tilts his head up.

	I'm guessing I hit is prostate judging the way he just
acted. Huh... he must be enjoying my fat cock up his ass cause whenever I
pull out, his butt moves along with me, as if afraid I'm going to leave
him.

	I push my dick all the way in and pull us up into an upright
position. We simultaneously waddle over to the bed stand. Once there, Chris
arches back down and cradles his forehead with his arms on top of the
cushiony bed stand. I start drilling him again, to which Chris sighs to and
starts moaning again.  I nuzzle my chin into his neck and pinch both his
nipples.

	"Ah!..." he half-scream/half-moans. "Oh god Dylan!
Ah!... Mmph!... Mmm!" he moans out, as if his mouth is glued
shut. "Ah... faster Dylan... Nnn... Harder!..." he begs.

	I fulfill his wish by gliding my hands down to his hips and grabs
them to hold him in place. I kneel upright and begin ramming my shaft deep
into his ass. Things got so intense that the sound of his bubble butt
slapping against my groin resonated through the entire room.

	"Ah!... Mmm!.. Oh yeah, Fuck me good Dylan- Ah!... Fuck me!" he
pleas, "Fuck me hard!"

	"Sss... Mmm..." I grunt in response. "I'm not... I'm not gonna last
much longer..." My right hand lets go of his hip, quickly grabs Chris's
ironed piece of steel, and furiously jack him off.

	"Ah!...Dylan! I'm... I'm going to- Ah!" is all he can scream out
before I feel his dick pulsating that made Krakatoa seem like nothing.

	Everytime I feel his dick blast his boy juice out, I feel his anus
contracting in on itself, squeezing my dick in the process... Oh god is the
feeling amazing... Too amazing! The feeling's too great! I can't hold it
any longer! I shove my dick as deep inside as possible.

	"Chris!... Mmmph! Uh! Mmm! Oh shit!" I gasp as my dick explodes,
planting my seed deep into his hole. "Shit-shit-shit-SHIT!... Ah!... Oh my
god!"

	I've never experienced something as intense as this
before. Remember that supernova analogy I mentioned before? Yeah... that
was nothing. This... this is so much more intensified than that... This is
the big bang itself!

	I let loose my eighth and last shot of cum and completely fall down
onto his back. Chris loses control of his body as he too, drops down onto
the bed. With both of us drenched in sweat, we desperately suck in air as
if we've all forgotten to breath during the last ten minutes of our intense
love- making session. Wow... I'm surprised I lasted that long... Pat on the
shoulder for me.

	"Chris..." I pant out as I struggle to lift myself up. My wobbly
arms give way and my body drops back down onto Chris. "Sorry..."

	"It's ok..." he says in between breaths, "What... were you... going
to say?"

	"Did you like it?" I struggle out.

	"Fuck yeah I did..." he replies. "Dylan?... can we... stay like
this for a while?"

	"Sure... It's not like... I can move anyways... Woo!..."

	I use up the last of my strength and squeeze my arms under Chris to
hug him. Feeling content that my arms are cradling him, I close my eyes and
let out a long sigh. As time goes by, I feel my body regaining
energy. Shakily, I scoot my knees in a little and push up, removing my
over-sensitive penis from Chris's tight hole.

	I grimace at the touch of his slippery anal muscles gliding against
my dick, and Chris whimpers as I pull out. Sighing heavily again, I rest my
body back down and pull us both into a spooning position.

	"I feel so empty Dylan..." Chris whispers sadly to me. "But I feel
so naughty with your seed inside," he giggles, "I can feel the wet,
stickiness inside me whenever I squeeze my anal muscles."

	"That's gross..." I chuckle and kiss the nape of his neck.

	He sighs contently at my touch and smiles widely. But then, his
face changes mood as he squirms around a little.

	"Lemme guess... you need to go take a shit."

	"Yeah... How'd you know?"

	"That usually happens the first couple of times. Here..." I release
my hug from him and he dashes off to the restroom.

	I shake my head and couldn't help but laugh at his
cuteness. Turning on the bed stand lamp, I get off the bed and go around to
room, capping every single candle so the fire simmers down from the lack of
oxygen. I wonder how much did these candle's cost him... With so many, it
sure is going to make a dent in his parent's wallet...

	I walk over to the window and shut it close. I pull the curtains
over while I'm at it. I then turn around and notice the big mess that Chris
and I made on the bed. There were cum stains and sweat all over the bed
sheet. I pull off the white linen and toss it to a corner. Eh... I'll do it
tomorrow. As I'm putting a new bed sheet on, Chris returns with a happy
grin on his face.

	"I think you need another shower Dylan," he wags his finger.

	"Take one with me then?"

	He grabs my hand and leads me into his mom's bathroom. Once the
water's warm enough, we step into the shower and quickly rinse ourselves
off, removing the sweat and other related stuff off of our body.

	We quickly dry ourselves off and head back into his room. Chris
gets there first and jumps onto the bed; I get on right after him and worm
myself up to meet his face with the two of us giggling. I lean on my elbows
and loop my arms under his pits, resting my hand on his shoulders. Pulling
him closer to me, I plant my soft, gentle lips onto his.

	"Chris... Thank you..."

	"Oh no Dylan..." he protests, "Thank you... for accepting my
ultimate gift. Trust me, I feel extremely happy that you were the one who
took it... You and nobody else. I mean, I can't stop smiling right now."

	"Aww... for that, you get another kiss." I lean down and give him
his kiss. "Now I gotta plan something for you to take my virginity away."

	"Nah... to me, we've both lost our virginity tonight."

	"Yeah I guess... but nonetheless, I'm going to make that night
special, just like what you did today."

	"Sure..." he yawns loudly, "I'm tired..."

	"I can tell... Come on, let's get some sleep..." I pull the blanket
over us and reach over to close the light.

	Chris scoots his butt up against me like always and I wrap my arms
around him, one settling down on his stomach while the other on his crotch.

	"Ah... much better... You know Chris, yesterday was so painful
without you being there with me," I pout.

	"Oh yeah... I had to hug your pillow to sleep, thinking that it was
you," Chris agrees.

	"Well, we have a full week of sleeping together."

	"Mhm... Dylan?" Chris brings up after a few moments of silence.

	"Yeah snuggle bug?"

	"I have a proposition for you..." he yawns again.

	"Let's talk about your naughtiness tomorrow; you're too tired right
now," I comfort him by patting his stomach.

	"Alright..." he yawns again. "Good night Dylan... I love you."

	"I love you too snuggle bug..." Without a single sound coming from
the house, we both slowly drift off into a dreamless sleep with big smiles
of both our faces.

Dear Diary, 11/3
	Well, today marks the last day I'm writing in this book since it is
the last page. And I have to say, perfect timing. *Pats back in approval.*
In any case, I've just writing here to say that it's been done; Dylan's
taken my cherry.
	I know a lot, and I mean a lot, of people are going to bash on me
for doing it so early, but fuck you guys. I made the decision, and I don't
regret it. In fact, this has been the second happiest day of my life. The
first was when Dylan asked me to be his boyfriend, but today is a close
second.
	So... while I'm writing in here, I'm reflecting on my past four
years. Looking back, I feel like the entire thing was just a bad nightmare,
like I was in a coma or something. But my dashing Prince Charming's
traveled through vast plains and fought against demons just to come and
wake me up with a kiss. *Sigh* He's so dreamy... and hot as hell too!
	Anyways, I'm really bad at this... so I'll just be brief. My life's
great now, I have the greatest boyfriend in the world, my relationship with
my parents has improved tremendously, I have some of the best friend's I
can ask for... and it's all thanks to Dylan...
	Thank you Dylan... for everything... I probably don't tell you this
enough, but... I love you... I truly do... Good thing you're not reading
this anymore cause I'm about to secretly propose to you...  Teehee ^.^ But
yeah... I love you; you're the best boyfriend anyone can ask for. You alone
make me feel like the most important person in this universe. I promise to
always love you and to live a happier life, not that it'll be hard since
you've improved everything in my life. Again, thank you...
	Well, I think that's all I have to say. Here's to my final
farewells of this book, and although this is the end of my diary, it, by no
means, is the end of my adventures.

Love,
Christopher Tanner

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Well, other than that, I hope you liked this chapter. I told you guys it
was going to be something really special and that you'd like it. Although I
had to edit this to the max... Originally, there was suppose to be more
diary entries, but when I typed them all out, I noticed that it didn't fit
into the story properly. So... I took out some of them.

In other news, I'm going to take a short break to catch up on my jet lag,
so bare with me guys, like always...