Disclaimer: I do not know or claim to know Jake Gyllenhaal and I don't mean to imply to know any knowledge of his personal life or sexual preferences. This is a work of FICTION and nothing more. If you're under 18 or don't like to read fan-fictions about same sex romances then DO NOT read this story. For everyone else, sit back and enjoy.
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Randy walked around his apartment with nothing to do. He was bored and still trying to figure out what he was going to do about Christian's infidelity. He was bothered by the Polaroid photo in his back pocket but still he couldn't manage to keep his eyes off of it. He would lie in bed in the morning and hold the picture in front of his face so he could gaze up at the two faces shamefully smiling to each other, even sharing a special kiss on the tips of their lips. He had had enough. Randy took his keys from the kitchen hook near the light switch and rushed out, locking the door behind him with powerful force. He stormed down the walkway and into the street where he was met by the neighborhood kids all playing in their yards. It was a beautiful sight of innocence in front of his eyes. But still, Randy couldn't help but wonder how those children would grow up to be. They'd get older, get a girlfriend or boyfriend, have sex, get married, have their own children, start an affair, and get divorced. No matter what future he imagined for each of the kids, he would always go back to them getting into a scandalous affair and end up divorcing their spouse. The fact that Randy was being treated like one of the kids in his fantasy was probably why he felt so much resentment towards love. Randy walked until his legs were ready to give out. By this time, he had reached the guts of the city where nightlife thrived strongly. The fluorescent lights of each building lining the street acted as calling cards to cheap booze and easy hookups. Luckily, just as Randy was about to head back home, he was stopped by a man standing at the door of a tightly packed bar. Randy could see the man's lips moving but he couldn't hear what the man was yelling at him due to the overwhelming music coming from inside. The man waved Randy over and said, "Free beer if you come in right now. Take this ticket to the bar and trade it in for your free drink and every drink after that is half off only tonight." Randy took the man's offer and walked into the bar only to hear the man repeat his slogan to a pair on the sidewalk. He wasn't sure if the small piece of paper was actually worth a free beer but even if it wasn't, Randy was still up to buy a beer for himself, thinking it would get his mind off his personal life. The bar was dimly lit with small, red fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling and occasional wall fixtures glowing. The jukebox on the far back wall was getting a good use out of it thanks to the small group of people dancing on the tiny dance floor. The seats and booths were all mostly taken up by men and their dates but Randy managed to catch a couple gather their things and walk away from a booth near one of the corners of the room. He sat down on the green vinyl seat and let his feet rest for a change. It wasn't long before I short pretty waitress dressed in black from head to toe came over to take his drink order. Randy flashed the ticket he had gotten at the door and handed it over. The small woman took it and tucked it deep in her apron pockets then went off to fetch the free beer. The ticket was actually legit but still, once the woman returned, Randy asked to buy another beer, taking advantage of the half off rates. An hour passed and then two. Before you knew it, Randy was sitting by himself but no one would've guessed since the mound of empty beer bottles on the table made it look like his guests were all in the rest room, leaving him alone with trash. Surprisingly, as Randy wallowed in his misery and continued to feel sorry for himself, a man from across the came over to help out. "Hi," the man said first, smiling from ear to ear while he leaned on the booth seat with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a beer bottle, his hip jilted outward casually. "Can I sit down?" "No," Randy snapped back. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, let alone a stranger. He just wanted to be left alone with his miserable thoughts. "Please? I noticed you come in and saw you were all alone. I thought you could use some company." The man continued. "I don't need anyone." "By the way you're clenching on to that bottle it seems to me like you could use someone to talk to. My name's Dave." Dave extended his hand out towards Randy but Randy just ignored him. He turned around and was about to leave when he heard, "I'm Randy." Dave turned back and saw the sorry man looking back at him with drunken eyes. "Nice to meet you," Dave said, taking a seat behind the circular table. "So, do you come here a lot?" Randy stayed quiet. "Okay^ÅHow old are you?" Silence. Randy sat there with his hands wrapped around the beer and his head hanging low. He looked like the hunch back of Notre dame if he had been out al night and filled with alcohol. Kind of pathetic, if that was even possible. "What's bothering you?" Dave asked one last time. "Is it a woman? You get into an argument with the misses or something?" "I'm gay." Randy blurt out suddenly. It was the only piece of information he was willing to give out. "I don't have a woman." He slurred. "Oh, I see," Dave sat back. "Well, you and your^Åother half going through some trouble? I mean, no one comes to get as drunk as you unless they're going through some bad shit." "I'm not drunk." Randy cut in. Dave looked at the dozen of empty beer bottles on the table but didn't want to get into it any more. "Sure you're not," he said. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it." "He was fucking someone else behind my back," once again, Randy blurt out information that wasn't questioned before. "Ouch. I'm sorry, I know how that goes. A while back I had that happen to me. It's a bitch man, but it'll pass. Once you start to feel better about yourself, you'll be able to handle this other guy." Randy reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet then picked out the small picture tucked in between the dollar bills. He let the picture fall onto the table and Dave gently took it in his fingers. "This him?" He asked. Randy nod his head like if it weighed too much to carry. "Which one's yours?" "The one that looks like a liar." "They both have that untrustworthy grin on their faces." Randy smirked and took the picture back to gaze down at it one more time. "You know what'll make you feel better?" Dave asked, leaning in closer to Randy. "Revenge. Getting even." Randy slowly looked over at Dave's grinning face and looked back at the picture. He knew Dave was right and even though going down to Christian's level was something he had thought about going against in the past, he decided to go for it and agreed. Dave saw his opportunity and reached his hand down in between Randy's legs to rub his palms against is inner thighs. Randy, still holding onto the small picture, smiled to himself and opened his legs a little wider. Dave's fingers squeezed tightly as they moved up higher and higher until his hand cupped Randy's groin. Dave looked at Randy and saw he wasn't trying to fight him off so, after turning to see if anyone was looking at them from afar, Dave took Randy by the hand and walked him out of the bar after paying the tab with his own money. The two walked to Dave's car and got inside, Randy was too shit faced to take caution and Dave saw that as an opportunity to get what he wanted. The house was dark and simple. There was nothing special about this house that made it stand out from the rest except for the small area near the walls where long, red and yellow roses grew from the ground. Dave got out of the car and turned the engine off before going around to Randy and waking him up from the drunken sleep. Randy stumbled out from the cars insides and walked up to the house steps with Dave by his side. They poured themselves into the house's dark inside and went directly into the living room when Dave turned on the lights of the room. Randy let himself fall onto the couch while Dave walked around the room, making sure things were just right, and finally approaching Randy with intent in his eyes. Dave began to lay small kisses on Randy's neck and rubbing his groin through the thin layer of jean fabric. Randy stirred a bit in his seat from the sensation he was getting but didn't react as much as when he was sober. Although he was completely aware that this man was not Christian, he didn't fight what was about to go on. He was pissed at Christian and thought he needed to sleep with this man in order to make himself feel better. Christian had gone on far too long with this secret and Randy felt it was time for him to carry his own secret to make things leveled. Dave undid Randy's pants and, now that they were both naked from the waist down, Dave climbed on top of Randy only to lower himself onto Randy's waiting cock. Randy threw his head back and moaned deeply while feeling his dick being engulfed by the strangers' tight asshole. "Get in there," Dave groaned. "All the way." Randy continued moaning while wrapping his fingers around Dave's bouncing cock. Together, they filled the room with manly roars and moans as they made love on the couch. Randy opened his eyes and looked at the distorted figure bouncing in front of him and felt an urge to devour him whole. He pressed his mouth against Dave's nipple in time to suck and lick on the small nub. Dave, enraged with lust, took Randy's hair from the back of his head in his fingers and pulled down to make Randy look up at him. They kissed for the first time and slid their tongues together, their saliva mixing, each of them tasting the alcohol in each other's mouths. Randy got what he wanted. He had his own secret now and, strangely, it felt good, it felt empowering. Now, in his head, he was even with Christian and by this point he could care less how bad Christian would feel if he ever found out about this scene. Hell, he wanted to tell Christian himself, he wanted to take pictures of this occasion and send them to New Jersey, or even better, he wanted to video tape the encounter and show him firsthand that he could be just as secretive with his own life as Christian was.
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Christian sat in front of his laptop while sitting at his mothers kitchen table all by himself. His fingers pushed down the keys of the keyboard rapidly as he spelled out an email to his guy back home. "Everything's going pretty great. My dad and me got a chance to talk the day before the wedding and we've gotten past what happened in the past," Christian typed. "I'm glad we got this chance together. And I'm even starting to warm up to the idea of a step-mom. So far, everything's going exactly the opposite of what I originally thought." Before he knew it, it was nearly time for Christian to get to bed seeing as his mom had already hit the sack two hours earlier. Christian signed out of his email and closed the laptop.
The sun rose high over the toxic city, illuminating everything in it's path. Christian felt the sting of the bright light as it made it's way in through the open window above his pillow. For an instant, Christian didn't recognize where he was but after noticing the small picture frames of him on a family trip years back, he instantly realized he was in his childhood home. There was a sense of happiness that ran over Christian as he kicked off the thin blankets wrapped around his tired body. The last day of his stay in Jersey was quickly approaching, with only one day left, Christian wanted to see and do everything he hadn't had a chance to. Starting with his sister Liz. When he and his mother tried to bring up that subject, his mom would shy away and make herself busy with something else. It wasn't until his older sister Jen visited that he realized why their mother coward at Liz' name. Jen explained the reason as "a family emergency." It turns out, right after Christian left home for Los Angeles, Liz also took charge of her life and decided to rebel against her family. It started out like every other teenager. First the punk-rock music turned exceedingly high then came the depression and black nail polish. It was something Christian was too familiar with seeing as he went through that exact faze when he was her age. But, once Liz started to develop, the boys started to come in and out of the house. Liz had started sleeping with most of her boyfriends and was even in fights at school because one of her classmates accused her of stealing her boyfriend. Liz did manage to settle down with a 20 year old who was seen frequenting her high school every Friday. The two fell into a "romantic" relationship and soon, Liz was beginning to have the illusion that Brett, her new boyfriend, were going to move out to New York and get married. Liz was only seventeen at the time. Against her family's wishes, Liz left her mom's house and, as planned, moved to New York with Brett only to star in a disastrous relationship with the man of her dreams. Word got back to Jersey and soon, an intervention was being held in Liz' honor. Still, Liz refused to go along with her family. She argued, "We love each other. I would die if I ever left him." Too bad Brett didn't feel the same. A year later, Liz was pregnant with Brett's baby and Brett was completely out of the picture. He had moved onto another seventeen year old from a nearby high school. Liz was left alone to raise a baby in the seedy New York neighborhood. They continue begging but Liz is too stubborn to admit her fault and they haven't spoken since. Just as it seemed that Liz was out of the picture, the phone rang on that Saturday evening. "Hello?" Christian answered as he always did, expecting his aunt's voice to ask for his mom but instead a fragile, broken tone sounded softly over the receiver. "Christian^Åhi," the woman said. "Who's this?" "I knew you wouldn't recognize me. It's Liz." Christian's heart sank and his head spun, replying, "Liz?" "Uh huh. How're you?" "Good. You?" Christian looked around the room, making sure no one was around to hear his conversation. "Same. How was the wedding?" "Excellent. Why didn't you come? I was surprised when I didn't see you and I recently heard about your situation and New York." "Yeah, I wasn't invited." Liz took her mouth away from the phone to warn the little girl sitting nearby. Christian felt a cold chill roll over his entire body when he heard the little winy voice. It was his niece crying out for attention and, even though he wanted to meet the little girl, he couldn't. Christian wanted to crawl through the phone and come out the other side in hopes of laying eyes on his sisters child but that was impossible. Well, I wanna see you now. I'll call a cab and go to New York to see you." "No, don't." Liz argued. "This place is a mess. They're dirty diapers everywhere." "Then later on tonight we can have dinner before I leave tomorrow morning. I'll pay and everything." Christian begged but still his sister wouldn't budge. "We can talk and^Å" "I gotta go. Delilah won't settle down, I think she needs to nap. It was nice talking to you again." "Liz, wait!" Before Christian knew it, the line went dead. He cried Liz' name into the receiver as if she was still able to hear his calls but when the dial tone set in, he slowly placed the phone down on its base. His heart began to run at it's normal pace and his face cooled as he thought about Liz some more. It was strange to go through that when it's one of your family members. It was as if she wasn't his sister but a friend who he hadn't seen since Elementary school. She seemed and felt so distant and there was no brining her back. Just then, Jen walked in from the outdoors and saw Christian standing by the phone, his face looked as If he was in the middle of a breakthrough. "Hey." She said. I heard the phone, who was it?" "Um^Å" Christian swallowed hard and turned to his sister. "Wrong number."
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Jake was bothered by the fact that he was all alone on a Saturday evening. He sat in the darkness of his living room, channel surfing, while Maggie and Peter spent the day on a romantic outing. He sat in an awkward position with his back low on the couch cushions and his bare feet propped up on the coffee table in front of the large television screen. Once he got bored of all the reality shows taking up hours of his life, he decided to go up into his room and hide out for the rest of the night. The bedroom wasn't as much of an antidote to his boredom but more of a comfortable place to spend your bored existence. Jake looked over at his computer and, having nothing better to do, he went over and surfed the net for a few minutes. It had been a while since Jake last had any kind of sexual encounter with himself or anyone else and the urge was building up inside of him. Sure, he could've watched one of the few pornography DVD's that he owned but, ever since his run in with Christian, his taste for hetero sex had shifter a little. "There's always Google." Jake thought to himself. It would remain discrete and it wouldn't show up in his history. Besides, looking at x-rated pictures wouldn't do anyone any harm. Jake pressed down on the "Enter" key after typing the website's URL when he was sidetracked by a small, flashing envelope on the bottom of his screen. He hovered over the icon and a little, yellow bubble appeared that read "1 New Message!" He clicked and was redirected into his Yahoo! Account. There was indeed one new email but from who? Upon clicking the link, Jake was happily surprised to see them name "Christian" written under the "Sender" section. With out looking at the subject title, Jake clicked on the name and up came the message. "Jake." The first line read. Simple but comforting. "What's up? It's only been two days but I miss you already. I wish I could fly back home right now but I still have other family members to see and catch up with. New Jersey is pretty much the same as it has always been. It's still run by nuclear power plants and it's mostly cloudy. Big difference from Los Angeles but I feel welcomed. I got to see old friend and cousins I've never met before at the wedding so that was pretty strange." The email read on. "My dads new wife is pretty okay. She's nice and has a kid of her own. Anyways, I didn't write to talk your ear off about my family, the real reason I decided to send this to you was because there's something I've been meaning to let out. The other night I was talking to my sister about you and Randy, don't worry, I didn't use names. She told me that I should stop trying to balance both of you out and, well^Å" Jake's lips curled upward into a huge grin as his eyes scanned the words on the computer screen. His stomach turned upon reading the line "I want to be with you more than anybody else. More than Randy, more than my own family. I want to have you in my life and if that means leaving everyone in a cloud behind us then why not, right?" He kept on reading the same line for the past three minutes to make sure he's eyes weren't playing a cruel trick on him. After reading Christian's email, Jake strut down into the kitchen to get himself a drink when the front doors swung open and Maggie walked in with Peter following close behind. "We're home!" Peter called out. "Hey!" Jake hollered back from the kitchen. "Were you here all alone?" Maggie asked. Jake nod slowly while slurping the water from the tall glass. "I heard from Christian." "Oh, yeah? Did he call?" "Nope. He sent me an email." "When is he getting back?" Peter asked while tugging off his brown and worn out leather jacket. "Sometime tomorrow." "Now maybe you can get your ass out of the house for a change." Peter joked while walking towards the staircase leading upstairs. Although Jake was hardly showing it, he was jumping inside. Jumping like a little school girl who finally got that Barbie she's been begging her parents for. In his head he was screaming at the top of his lungs and dancing around, making a complete fool of himself. Jake new it was only a matter of time when this would come and now that it had, he was going to make sure it stayed that way for as long as humanly possible.
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Thanks for reading and for the e-mails. I make sure to respond to all of them as soon as I can. E-mail: synful_romance@sbcglobal.net -Christian.