Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2001 09:52:51 EST
From: MORKULchylde@aol.com
Subject: The Dance (part 5)

The Dance
(c)2001 Mychyl Kime (KimeNet Corp.)

	This is a work of fiction, depicting teenage males in romance
and/or sexual positions. The people depicted in this story (to the best of
the author's knowledge) do NOT exist... although I've seen the events
depicted many, many times. And by the way, the town does exist, and is
easily as evil as depicted...

	If you are under 18 years of age (or whatever the legal age in your
area is) you must leave. Of course, I can't very well make you leave... but
if you choose to stay, DON'T GET CAUGHT! It is neither my fault, nor the
fault of this wonderful site, if you get caught running around here.

	Also, if you are repulsed by the concept of homosexual romance
and/or sex, please feel free to leave at any time. In fact, now would be a
good time. If you choose to stay, feel free... who knows, you might even
change your mind!

	Thanx for all the emails thus far!!
	Please feel free to email me with your comments/suggestions. My
email is: MORKULchylde@aol.com.

	A special "THANK YOU!!" goes out to Trevor, who helped me see the
way through the darkness ahead...

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*Chapter 5*

	I wake up the next morning to the sound of my alarm, warning me
that it was time to get up for school. I yawned, rolled over, and silenced
the alarm with a single hit, then settled back in for a moment, thinking
what this day would be like...

	For one, I could almost guarantee Jacob would still be pissed off
at me. I mean, sure, in a way it was my fault... but not really! All I did
was avoid Rachel... it's not like I told her that nothing could be between
us, other than friendship... although to tell her that might've been the
best strategy.  Who knows? If I told her there could be nothing between us,
maybe she'd give up... chase Jacob for a while, instead of me... then
again, maybe she wouldn't. And even if she did give up on me and go after
Jacob, would that make me any happier? Sure, Jacob would be happy... but in
the meantime, I'd be miserable, because the only chance I had at him was if
Rachel didn't want anything to do with him...

	Also, what would I do about David? Now that he knew I'm gay, I'd
bet that he would go out of his way to get at me... he'd do anything, and I
do mean ANYTHING, to get me... I mean, it's not like there's tons of gay
guys here, and since we're both gay... but I couldn't... not with a clear
conscience, not since I loved Jacob, and that'd be like cheating on him...

	Finally, with no clear answer as to what to do, I got up from bed,
dragging myself inexorably towards the shower. I didn't want to face Jacob,
or David, or even Rachel, after what happened the night before, but I knew
I had little choice... and the longer I waited, the worse the situation
would prove to be.

	After the shower, I toweled myself off, then quickly threw on my
clothes, a black t-shirt and my black Jnco shorts, then my black sneakers,
and grabbed my backpack. From it, I pulled out my Discman and hit
play... whatever CD was in there, that was fine, since all I needed was
music, to drown out the unwanted thoughts that kept plaguing me. I moved
into the kitchen, grabbed a pack of Pop-Tarts, and headed for the front
room, for the front door.

	Once out of the house, I cranked the volume all the way up, sure
that anyone nearby would hear every word and phrase on the track... but oh
well, it's not like I cared, not right now. I started the long walk to the
bus stop, watching for any of my friends, in case they knew what happened
the night before, and pulled out a cigarette.

	OK, yes, I admit... I smoke. I'm not proud of it... in fact, I want
to quit. I wish I could.  I've been smoking since I was 10... it was a way
to fit in, since all my friends smoked back then. Now, none of my friends
do, only me... strange, isn't it? I started smoking to be accepted, and now
I'm stuck on the outside because of it. Be this a lesson to all of you...

	I lit up and kept walking, not seeing anyone I knew on the way to
the stop... which didn't change when I got there, since none of my friends
were waiting for the bus today... I figured they'd gotten a ride from one
of the guys with a truck, and just sat down to relax and wait.

	A few minutes later, the bus arrived, and I got on, taking a seat
to myself, in case someone else decided to talk to me... something I didn't
really want or need right now. The bus shuddered a bit as it started back
up, and turned towards the highway, headed for the high school.

	Once we got there, I headed for my first class, Spanish, not seeing
any of my friends still... a bit strange, I figured, but obviously there
were here... somewhere. I went into the classroom, and a quick glance
betrayed my fears: David was in this class with me, and somehow he'd
convinced the teacher to let him switch seats, which put him at the same
table I was at, at the very back of the classroom. I sat down quickly and
pulled out my homework, rushing to finish it before the bell rang, as he
glanced at me, then made a coughing sound, as though to get my attention,
then finally ignored me.

	All day, it was the same. Every class I shared with David, he wound
up sitting right next to me.  All day, I didn't see any of my friends,
other than him... and that includes Jacob, with whom I had PE...  in fact,
he was my teammate in PE this cycle, so he either wasn't at school today or
decided to cut PE, just so he wouldn't have to deal with me... I was afraid
of either possibility.

	At the end of the day, as I started to pack up, David finally said,
"Well, I guess you're just gonna ignore me all day, then, huh?"

	I turned to him, barely stifling an urge to retaliate against this
veiled attack. "Since when are you all trying to be buddy-buddy with me,
huh? And where's Jacob today, since he's obviously not at school?"

	"He got really pissed last nite... something that him and Rachel
talked about, after they ran off from the store. He said to tell you that
he doesn't want to have anything to do with you, now or ever again." With
that, the bell rang, and with tears burning my eyes, I struggled to get my
stuff together, running from the sound of David's voice, calling to me from
somewhere behind, trying to get me to wait for him.

	"OK, fine," I mutter under my breath. I turn to face him. "What?
What do you want from me?"

	"Well, unlike Jacob, I don't think you did anything wrong. And also
unlike him, I don't want to lose your friendship, on account of some stupid
chick. I..." He stopped, looking around, as though to make sure no one was
watching us, listening to what he might say next. "I like you," he added
softly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I like you a lot, and I
don't want to lose you. I might not have a chance at you, other than as a
friend... but if I can have you only as a friend, then so be it. I'd rather
you be my friend than never have anything to do with you."

	I was shocked. I mean, come on, I knew how David felt about
me... but this is the first time anyone actually said they liked me... it
felt kinda weird, and unexpected, but really good... I felt like I was on
fire, but it didn't hurt... but in a way, it did.

	"C'mon," I said softly, not wanting to speak any louder for fear of
my emotions running amok on me.  "Let's go to your house... we can talk
about this..."

***

	As soon as we got to his house, Jacob came into the room, obviously
not expecting to see me... with a glare at both me and David, he stormed
out the front door, Rachel chasing after him.

	OK, let's set things straight... so to speak. Yes, I was pissed
off. Here was my best friend, not to mention the on guy I was in love
with... and he was pissed at me over something so trivial, it made me want
to grind my teeth in frustration. I understood, I guess, but at the same
time, it hurt... it was like he'd betrayed me... and now, I knew I had no
chance at him. I was bitter, vengeful... you know the deal.

	As soon as they'd left, I broke down in hot tears, my anger and
frustration and pain overtaking me with each sob, while David held me
close, trying his best to soothe me, to get my mind off of it... then, I
felt his hands lifting me up, carrying me upstairs to his room, where he
kept cuddling with me, trying to ease my pain, finally massaging me,
removing the tension from my body while the tears slowly faded away,
leaving my mind in a temporary peace.

	"Please, David," I finally said, but got no further.

	"What?" he asked, moving so his face was mere inches from mine, his
eyes gazing into mine with warmth and compassion. "What is it?"

	I couldn't say anything more; I couldn't even tell him what I was
thinking, at the moment, but he knew without me saying. His face moved
closer, his lips brushing mine lightly, and I felt a sudden chill.

	Now, all the romance books always say that love's first kiss is
like electricity, like lightning. I never believed that; to this day, I
still don't. I think it's more like a sudden tingle, shooting through the
body, kinda like that was... so, then, was this love?

	I pressed my lips against his, but this time longer, holding the
kiss as long as we both could, until it felt like I was going to pass out
from lack of breathing. I broke the kiss, moving one of my hands to his
face, tracing his lips with one fingertip, while his arms still clutched me
tight, as though afraid that, should he let go, I would simply disappear...

	My arms clasped around him as I pushed once more into a kiss, his
lips parting to accept my tounge. We lay there, wrapped in each other, for
a long time, until once more we felt like we would die from need of oxygen,
then separated lips once more, simply gazing into each other, feeling the
bliss of simply laying in one another's arms, enjoying each moment.

	Suddenly, his hands shifted, moving up and down my back. I laid
still for a moment, then started matching his motions, tracing along his
spine with one gentle hand, reaching the neck of his t-shirt, and tugged at
it gently, unsure how he would react to the request therein. With a single
deft movement, he lifted his arms, pulling the shirt off, then reached over
and did the same with mine, then moved in once more, locking our mouths and
bodies together yet again in this slow, sweet dance.

	I don't know if I can describe just how wonderful it felt, being
caught in that moment with him. Sure, part of me wished that it were Jacob
instead, but I knew now, in my mind, that it could never be... that Jacob
could never feel for me the way I do for him... but here, I was together
with David, laying in blissful togetherness, savoring each caress, feeling
his hard, muscular chest press against mine, sharing each breath with
him... it was all too perfect, and I was afraid it would end all too
soon...

***

	I woke up to the sensation of warm breath on my shoulder. Startled
slightly, I tried to remember what had happened.

	~Let's see... left school, went over to David's house with him,
started kissing...~ I stopped on this thought, horrified, as I realized my
state of dress... or rather, undress. Had we actually done something? Did I
betray my heart, not to mention my love, by sleeping with his brother? One
look at David's contented face, like an angel, as he laid there, his body
entwined with mine, and I forgot all about Jacob.

	~Yes, we did... and I don't think I regret it all that much...~ was
my final thought, as I drifted back off to sleep, holding David close to
me, forgetting all else for the joy that he brought, suddenly, into my
life...

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	OK, OK, I know, Chapter 5 was a little late in coming... I
apologize to all those who have been out there, gnashing their teeth in
frustration. I only hope that the chapter makes up for its lateness with
its content.

	With all good luck, Chapter 6 should be out in a day or two after
this... don't hold me to it, though, since there've been some problems in
my getting to the computer, so I don't write as much as I'd like...

	xXx Mychyl xXx