Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2001 10:31:39 -0500
From: bright lite <brightlite52@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jase 'n' Zach Chapter 1

Copyright 2001.  The following story is a work of fiction, and the
rights of this series belong to its author.  If you are under 21 (or
younger depending on the laws in your part of the world), leave now;
get out and enjoy life, make new friends, take up a sport, do anything
that will expand your experiences in a positive way!  Life is
precious, and too many times we let days slip by in careless waste.
Warning: this story has graphic (but hopefully not too graphic)
depictions of homosexual sex.  If this is not what you are searching
for, please return whence you came. This is the first story submitted
by the author, who feels slightly embarrassed when questioned on the
subject.

Chapter 1.  Home is where the heart is-

	"Uungh," Jase said as I stopped what I was doing and raised my
head.

	"Zach, I was almost there," he moaned, but I just shook my head and
turned carefully around, my own erection fading quickly as I sought for the
source of my sudden uneasiness.  I hunched between his legs at the edge of
the bed, facing towards the window and the intermittently flashing,
rumbling darkness outside.  Jase began to work himself with his hand,
shaking the bed with the force of his strokes, and try as I might, I could
not shut out the impending orgasm behind me.  With his breath sounding in
harsh, staccato bursts, Jase came.  Hot, heavy drops splashed across my
back in what seemed a brief precursor of the rain that would surely fall
onto the empty streets any minute now.

	Jase slowly let his breath out, relaxing into stillness, and then
after a moment murmured, "Zach. . .what's wrong?"  The question broke the
silence as he reached to pull me into his embrace, pressing his chest to me
tightly so that I could feel his heart still beating fast.

	"Jase, shh.  Do you hear something?"

	"Only the blood pounding in my ears," he murmured into my hair,
stroking my chest lightly with his hands and gently rubbing my nipples back
to hardness.

	"Yeah, yeah", I said, "whatever, but I thought I heard my name, or
just, well, something's not right.  Maybe a chair fell off a table
downstairs."

	Jase stopped moving his hands and hugged me gently.  After
listening silently with me for a minute or two, he spoke.  "All I hear is
thunder," he said, as he began to maneuver me onto my back.

	"Maybe. . ." I thought to myself, but said nothing more.

	As he kissed his way down my stomach, Jase nuzzled the neat line of
dark hairs that gathered themselves across my upper body and then skipped a
space, jumping lower to my navel as they trailed away south.  My erection
quickly returned as I felt his lips touch me.  Basking in this attention, I
thought back to when Jase and I met in college, to when I realized that
what I wanted most was to build a future with him.  Our inheriting a small
amount of money from Jase's grandfather on graduation had made many things
possible, including the old storefront over which we now lived and worked.
Jase and I sold our souls two years ago to become partners with my oldest
sister Kara, who had struggled through debt, divorce, and single parenthood
to hold onto a small sandwich and coffee shop in an historical area near
the downtown.  This same area was now undergoing urban renewal thanks to
the somewhat autocratic and controversial policies of the current mayor, so
it was with high hopes we entered the `real' world of long hours and poor
cash flow.  The building's owner had worked a deal for the last year with
my sister regarding rent and the employment of his youngest daughter Jesse;
we made her our hostess, which was a grandiose title given the
feel-free-to-serve-yourself atmosphere of the little shop.  Jesse quickly
took to us and we to her, since she had a sunny personality that made most
people smile just to see her.  She also liked to hang out with two `way
cute guys' as she put it, and often went shopping with us or to the movies.

	Makin' sandwiches for a living (as Jase often put it) was a lot
tougher than we thought it would be.  Jase griped about our delivery
service, whose regular daily orders kept us in business; there were quite a
few offices in the downtown faxing in orders that he had to coordinate and
then see to the delivery of.  As business picked up, Kara, Jase and I sat
down and worked out a deal with a food courier service to handle most
deliveries for us and also hired two college students part- time to help
with the lunch rush.  Sam was a friend of Jesse's and Eric had applied
immediately after we put a help-wanted ad in the window.  Eric soon put us
all to shame with his enthusiasm for even the most menial work.  He
attacked every job with gusto, often getting in competitions with Sam over
who made up the most orders that day.  Having the service and the extra
help kept our efforts focused solely on filling the orders on time and in
keeping our standards high.  And, even after raising prices to cover the
new budget, our customers remained willing to sacrifice for quality.  Jase,
for his part, was positively ecstatic and much more pleasant to be around,
a thought I generally kept to myself.

	Time passed; we began to make friends with many of the customers
who came in and ate every day.  Old and young, word of mouth brought their
friends, and their friends' friends.  The local historic tours had a stop
nearby, which was provided a steady trickle of tourists as well.  The
business took up most of our waking hours, but somehow we still found time
for each other no matter how tired we were.  So, here I was, happily
ensconced with my lover, best friend, and partner in every sense gazing
fondly down at me as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.

"I should stop right about now just to be fair, Zach" he said
conversationally, but continued to work his hand along my rigid self.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry," I gasped, "it's just that. . .uhh. . .I thought I. .
.ummh. . ."  I began to move my hips in time to his strokes, and he
laughed.

"That's right, you shouldn't let your mind wander during sex. . .or, is it
just that you no longer find me attractive and the possibility of someone
else calling out your name holds more interest for you?"

On Jase's last word, I erupted and shot long streaks of my own across his
bare chest to complement the drying patches there already.
"Ooof. . .oof. .  .oof. .  .unnh. . .ahhhhh. . .God, Jase, you really do
have a knack for this, you know?  I sure am glad I didn't trade you in for
a newer model last year.  OWWW!!".  At this point, I saw more than a few
stars and I jerked up to grab onto the cause of my sudden, extreme pain.
As I hugged Jase fiercely, he eased his grip between my legs and lowered us
both again onto the bed.

"I sincerely hope you don't mean that," he sniffed.  I said nothing in
reply but only hugged him tighter, panting slightly as the rain finally
began to pour down outside and wash the city clean.