Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 01:42:19 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: Dad's Just Desserts (Installment 13)

This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.

Moreover, none of the actions of the characters in this story is presented
with the intent to condone, approve, or sanction their behavior.

The above-expressed disclaimer also does apply to any and all installments
of this story, including those preceding and following this installment.

All questions and/or comments are welcome; and, if you wish to contact me,
please feel free to email me at: KissAndCuddleGem@AOL.COM; and I will most
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Casey and Ryan were comfortably seated in the dining room, enjoying a
sumptuous feast together.  Casey was unusually silent for most of the meal.
Ryan was having difficulty dealing with Casey's reticence.  He was
beginning to feel that unless he finally did say something, this downward
turn was never going to change.  Plus he was very much pained to see Casey
in so much despair that he was virtually drowning in an abyss of despair.

Finally, as they were approaching the time for dessert, Ryan broke the
silence: "Well, cuz, I certainly hope that you at least enjoyed this kiss.
After all, it went on for about three whole minutes."

"That isn't funny, that isn't at all funny.  Anyway, it's not just the
kiss, it's how and what my dad was feeling when he kissed me then.", Casey
responded sharply, almost as if he were biting Ryan's ears off.

Then Casey cotinued: "He was lusting after me, Ryan, don't you get that at
all?  I mean, after me, his very own son.  It's sick, that's what it is,
just plain sick.  I am not even sure I can ever go back there; and live
with him and my mom again, live a lie like nothing has happened."

"Well, you are being awfully quick to condemn your dad, though I do
understand where you are coming from.  I think we need to go through the
record for this seven-year period one more time and maybe when we then
review the records we have not gotten to yet, we can both grasp things
better.  I mean your dad keeps harping in the sessions about this
'out-of-control feeling' he was experiencing during the kiss.  But what was
all of the business with that really about, anyway?"

Casey finally said, after three minutes of tense silence: "I don't think I
can get into all of this right now.  I feel emotionally drained and very
much exhausted."

Ryan then went on: "Well, maybe we should just table all of this.  After we
have dessert, maybe we can get out a bit and take in a late-evening movie."

Casey was smiling now: "OK, it could be our first 'date'."

"That's right, sleeping together does not count.", Ryan interjected with a
sheepish grin on his lips.

Ryan suggested that it would be good for Casey to go to the bathroom and
wash his face and pull himself together better, while Ryan was checking on
the dessert in the freezer.  Casey found himself following instructions,
like a little boy being pampered by his mother.  He was still very much
amazed how Ryan was able to put up with all of this.  Then, in moments, as
he was looking in the bathroom mirror, he was surprised to see that there
was an element of the former brooding 'Casey' in his reflection: He
detested this part of himself, this selfish, self-absorbed, depressed side
to him; and when he turned away from the mirror, he was doing so in
revulsion.

The splash of cool water on his face, normally found to be most refreshing,
was hardly even noticed by Casey, absorbed in his thoughts.  Casey
wondered: "I know my dad, or at least I thought I did.  But I don't know
this 'Ronnie' person at all.  Maybe it's wrong for me to condemn my dad
until I know a bit more.  Maybe Ryan is right: I might be 'hanging' my dad
without a fair 'trial'."

"It's blueberry sorbet with strawberry sauce, I hope you like it."

Casey, again seated at the dining room table, was now smiling at a very
proud Ryan.

"Well, it looks exquisite, simply exquisite.  Almost like a work of art,
too good to take apart."

Ryan smiled at Casey, his smile that of a virtuoso pleased with his
masterpiece performance.  Each of them were savoring every single morsel of
the dessert.  At one point, when Casey was licking his lips, Ryan felt a
strong urge to want to kiss Casey.  Ryan chose to hold back, fearing that
Casey would misinterpet his forwardness as taking advantage of his
vulnerability.

Soon the two were seated in a center section of a local cinema.  It was "A
Beautiful Mind" with Russell Crowe on the screen, a re-release.  But the
cousins, who had already seen the movie several times over, were really
paying not very much in terms of attention to what was being shown.  Casey
had been trembling for about three to five minutes; and Ryan had been very
upset to see Casey this way, so unexpectedly unnerved.  Well, Ryan, unsure
as to what to do; and without really thinking about what he was doing,
began to embrace Casey in a very soothing way.  When Ryan noticed Casey
calming down and his shaking being significantly less, Casey became so
moved by Ryan's caring manner that within moments the two were sharing a
very passionate kiss.  By the time the picture was about midway through and
the electric shock scene was going on, Casey was seated on Ryan's lap and
Ryan's pants had been unzipped.  It was hard for the two to stay very
quiet, and, in truth, hard not to be anything other than hard in view of
Ryan's almost fully hard condition; and just as Casey was almost fully
relaxed, the footsteps and flashlight of an usher provided warning that
they were in serious danger of getting caught.

Casey could not believe that at their age, the two of them had foolishly
placed themselves in this predicament, though he was enjoying the moment
and in particular Ryan's delicate licking and kissing of the nape of his
neck.  In truth, they were so turned on by one another and so much in need
to just relieve some of the intense tension between them, that they did not
even really consider the risk.  The imminent danger was further compounded
by this odd circumstance, one they definitely did not know of: that their
Richard, Richard Chambers, Jr., was for reasons to be later revealed the
usher approaching.  Talk about "a small world"!