The usual disclaimers apply. DO not read this if you are not allowed to, or don't get caught. If you don't like sex between teenage males then back out now. This does not imply anything about the sexuality of Jonathan Taylor Thomas. I wish it did though!
This is my first attempt at a story so I would really appreciate any comments, good or bad.
PART 2
I woke up the next day happier than ever. I looked at the clock on the wall and it said 9.00a.m. Ryan was still lying next to me. I could here him breathing softly. I had dreamt about Jonathan Taylor Thomas all night long. I couldn't tell Ryan that. It wouldn't be fair. I really liked him but Jonathan had been my role model for years. I loved him, loved everything about him. his cute smile. His smooth tanned skin. I fell asleep then, and dreamt of nothing else.
"Well cous, who would have thought it, heh?", a voice woke me from my sleep.
I looked up to see someone standing over us. I couldn't believe Ryan hadn't gone back to his own bed. I should have woken him. Rubbing my eyes, and trying to think of an excuse, I looked at this person. I nearly choked. It was Jonathan Taylor Thomas himself.
"Randy?", I choked. "I mean Jonathan."
"Got it in one", he was smiling. Well if he was smiling I thought it couldn't be too bad. I mean at least he wasn't laughing or shouting names at me. Ryan moaned but was still deep in sleep.
"Can I talk to you outside?", he asked.
"Am, sure Rand...Jonathan", I said getting out of bed and pulling my robe on.
We walked to the canteen without a word. The whole way I kept looking at him, not really sure if he was real. Our shoulders kept bumping when we moved in to let people pass us in the corridor, and I tingled at his touch.
We sat down with two cokes and he looked at me for a minute.
"You seem like a nice guy...am..".
"Nicky", I suggested.
"Nice name too", he smiled. "Well the thing is Nicky, there's something you should know about Ryan. You seem innocent enough to me. Was last night your first time?"
"My first time what?", I asked ashamed.
"You know what I mean. Anyway was it?"
"Yeah", I said staring at my coke.
"Right. Well what you have to understand", he went on, "is that Ryan does this kind of stuff all the time. I mean your'e only one in a hundred boys he's being with...in the last year!"
I looked up. Shocked. I had been so happy when I woke up this morning, and now I felt dirty and used and disgusted. I'd thought I'd found someone I could talk to, someone to trust. Someone who would love me. And then, as expected, like the little cry baby I am, I started to blubber.
"Hey", he said moving round into the seat next to me and putting his arm around my shoulder. "It's not that bad. Don't get me wrong, Ryan is great. He's my best friend. I mean, me and him came close to...well lets just say I know what he's like. I just thought I'd tell you because he wouldn't explain. You'd just never hear from him again. And besides wer'e going back to the states in two weeks. Wer'e just here with his parents for a holiday.
"But...but I thought that...that he really liked me", I blubbered.
"Hey, it's alright", he said. And then he did something amazing. He kissed me on the cheek and ruffled my hair. My heart nearly jumped into my mouth. I looked him right in the eye, and he was smiling. Ryan just slipped right out of my mind.
"This might sound strange", he began, "but what does your mom look like?"
"She's tall, dark hair, real prim looking." I answered.
"With enough jewellery to start up a store?" he asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Cos, when I was coming up the corridor this morning, she was storming out of your room, and she looked mad."
"Oh God, she must have seen me and Ryan. I'm dead. I can't go home. I have to get out of here, before she comes back."
"Hey now, don't be silly. I'm sure if you talk to her. She'll understand. My folks know about me", he said putting his arm back on my shoulder.
"No you don't understand", I said, "she'll send me to live in England with my Aunt. I hate her, I can't go there. she has these sons, and they hate gay people. They don't know about me yet. But the jokes they make are terrible. I couldn't. I'm runnning away."
I got up from the table running toward my room. He ran after me shouting me to stop.
He tried to talk me out of it the whole time I packed. There wasn't much, just what I'd been wearing and a couple of things my Mom had brought in the day before. Ryan stirred in my bed and sat up.
"What's going on?" he asked sleepily looking first at me then Jonathan. "What are you doing here cous. What's going on?"
"I came to see you. I see you've conquered another one", Jonathan said, pointing his head toward me.
"Yeah, not bad, heh", Ryan smiled. Jonathan just looked at him mean.
"Right I'm outta here", I said walking toward the door.
"What's happening?", Ryan asked again.
"I'll tell you later", Jonathan said following me out. Ryan just lay back down and went back to sleep.
"Where will you go?" Jonathan asked, when we were walking in the corridor.
"I don't know yet", I replied.
"Are you sure you want to run away?"
I looked at him with determination in my eyes. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
"Ok", he said, "Your'e coming back to my hotel."
"No, I couldn't. I mean you don't even know me", I said.
"Yeah but you know me don't you."
"Everyone knows you" I said looking at him.
"Good. Then it's settled. Let's go."
I caught Jonathan by the arm and pulled him into an open doorway, slamming the door behind me.
"What is it?" he asked.
"My father just got off the elevator," I whisperd.
I peeped up over the edge of the window and saw him go past and around the corner.
"He's gone, lets go." I announced.
"Maybe, maybe you should just talk to him", Jonathan suggested.
"No way, not a hope", you don't know my dad", I looked at him, "Now are you coming or not?"
"You bet I am. I wouldn't be doing my duty if I left you on your own. You might try and do something stupitd again", he said half serious, half joking.
"How did you know about that?" I asked shocked and embarassed.
"Ryan told when you were still out that the kid in the next bed had tried to take himself out."
"You mean you saw me before today?" I asked.
"Sure did, I got a great look at you. Now are you coming or not?"
Ryan filled me in later on what went on when my father went into the room.
"Where is my son?" my father demanded.
"Don't ask me. I'm not his keeper" Ryan said cheekily.
"Don't get smart with me young man. Has he said anything to you about why he did this?"
"Yeah, like he told your wife, it's cos he's gay."
"Noncense, absoloute noncense. He's only 15. I suppose youv'e encouraged him have you?"
"Yeah I have actually.
"Well there'll be no more of that. I'm sending him to live with his Aunt. She has two sons. Spending time with them will straighten him out."
"You can't straighten out a gay person sir".
"Well, we'll see about that won't we."
We jumped in a cab outside the hospital and Jonathan gave them instructions to his hotel. I started getting scared then. Where was I gonna go? What was I gonna do for money? Here I was with Jonathan Taylor Thomas from Home Improvement, in a taxi, going to his hotel. Maybe I was still unconsious. I looked to make sure he was there. I reached past him to rub the mist off the window, just so I could touch off him to make sure he was real. Yeah, he was real alright. The image of Ryan jumped into my head. That must have been real too. I couldn't believe I'd had sex with him. I'd just met him. Hardly knew him at all. That was not going to happen again. No way.
"You alright?" Jonathan asked.
"Yeah definitely", I said, coming out of my daze. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure", he said shrugging.
"Why are you doing this? Helping me I mean".
"Well..because, you seem like a nice guy Nicky."
"So you help every nice guy you meet on the street."
"No", he said turning to me. "I don't know why. There's something about you. I'm not quite sure what it is. Your'e what 14?"
"I was 15 this week".
"Your'e 15, but your'e so innocent. So naieve. So vulnerable. Maybe it's cos your'e Irish. I love the Irish."
"And I love your accent", I said, surprised at my forwardness. He just smiled. I thought it would be too forward to say I loved his smile aswell so I left it.
The rest of the journey was travelled in silence. We reached the hotel and he paid the man.
"Right", he said, "When we get in here, you walk straight to the elevator and go to the fourth floor, while I get the key from reception. wait for me there."
"No problem", I said and headed for the elevators.
I waited outside the elevator on the fourth floor. Doubt raced through my mind. What if he called the hospital and my Mom and dad came over here? no, he wouldn't do that. Would he? After all, I didn't even know the guy. With that the elevator doors opened and out he came grinning.
"Come on", he said, "This way".
His suite was massive. He had two bedrooms. One for him and one for Ryan. There was a sitting room, big screen TV and he told me a fridge full of cola and chocolate, so help myself.
We were sitting watching TV for about an hour when a thought came to me.
"Can I ask you something personal Jonathan?"
"Sure, fire away", he replied not lifting his gaze from the film.
"In the canteen in the hospital you said that your folks knew about you. What do they know."
He turned to look at me, his face slighlty red. "They know that I'm...that I'm gay."
I nearly choked.
"Your'e gay!", I nearly laughed, it sounded so absurd.
"Yeah", he whispered, "I hope your'e not going to tell anyone, are you. I mean, I have my career to think about. Most of my fans are girls."
"Oh I wouldn't count on that", I informed him, "I know theres thousands of teenage boys out there who think your'e gorgeous."
"Are you one of them?", he asked. It was my turn to go red.
"Well am...am...yeah. I mean I was, am for the past five years."
"Wow, really", he looked surprised.
"Yeah".
I think he saw how embarrased I looked and decided to give me a break cos he never said anything else. I was kinda dissapointed.
"I'm wrecked", Jonathan announced stretching out his arms, "Time for bed. You beat?"
"Yeah, where am I going to sleep."
"You can sleep in my bed. And I'll sleep in Ryans. He's not getting out till tomorrow."
"I never asked, but what exactly was he in there for?"
Jonathan laughed. "He was getting an ingrown toe nail removed. And he was such a baby about it, he wouldn't have done under ordinary drugs. You know the kind they give you at the dentist to numb your mouth. So his folks had to pay to admit him so he could be knocked out with gas and the whole works."
We both laughed for about 5 minutes then he showed me to his room and went on to Ryan's."
I looked around the room. I couldn't believe I was in Jonathan Taylor Thomas's hotel room. I wouldn't break his trust by rooting through his stuff, but I was tempted too. Besides, I got to sleep in his bed. Where he'd slept the night before. I hoped they didn't change his sheets daily. No, they were still all ruffled up. I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, dragged my jeans off and got into bed. I lay there for a minute enjoying the smell of aftershave, then turned off the light. I thought about jackin off, but I didn't think it was right, so I fell asleep instead.
I'd hoped to dream about Jonathan, but instead horrible images of my mother, my aunt and her too sons filled my head. That and of course, the half a bottle of vodka I'd drunk. I was standing in an airport waving goodbye to my Mom, but suddenly it was me on the plane, with my two mean cousins on either side of me.
"So, our little cousins a homo, heh?", Michael the eldest asked his brother Mark.
"Well, it's harldly surprising is it Michael. I mean look at him, with his lovely smooth skin, and bright eyes. Ain't you started shaving yet Mammy's boy? Hey Michael, lets leave that pretty little face black and blue."
He grabbed my shoulder and I jumped up screaming.
"It's me", Jonathan said leaning over me. He had his hand on my shoulder. "You were shouting. You'll wake Ryans folks. Theyr'e in the suite next door. Nightmares heh? Hardly surprisng I suppose."
I was still staring at him, the last of the images of the evil cousins fading from my mind. I was sweating but I was shivering at the same time. I knew it was just a dream but I felt really scared, and I looked it.
For about the tenth time that day, I started crying again. Jonathan put his arm around me and brought my head to hs shoulder. When I calmed down a bit, I noticed that his shoulder was bear. He was only wearing boxers. My tears were all over his shoulders and without lifting my head I brought my trembling hand up and wiped them away.
"Nicky", he whispered, rocking me like a baby. "Your'e pretty messed up, huh".
"I guess."
"Am, do you want me to stay here with you?"
"Ok, if you want to. I'd like that."
He lifted the covers and got in beside me. I turned onto my side so my back was to him.
"Nicky", he said. "I'm sorry about Ryan. Taking advantage of you like that. I would never do that to you, you know that don't you.
"Yeah, I know."
He lay on his back for a few minutes, then, probably when he thought I was asleep, he leaned toward me draping his arm over my bare waist. I brougth my hand up and slipped it into his. He squeezed my hand and kisssed the back of my head. And then for the second night in a row, I fell asleep with a boy snuggled tight against me. Except this time it was with the boy I loved.