Ricky Ullman In Love Chapter 10
DISCLAIMER: Guess what! This story has absolutely nothing to do with reality. This is a completely fictional story. The words that make the story that follows is not intended to imply anything about Ricky Ullman's or Max Thieriot's true sexuality in any way shape or form. I do not personally know either celebrity or know of any details of their personal lives. This story is completely fictional and meant reading. Oh yes and if it is illegal to read such material as a factor of age, law, or ordinance....discontinue reading.
I know this site deals with sex in graphic details. I know that sex is an important part of a love story...in a bold attempt to not leave it out I will portray each sexual act as an act of love rather than as a bathroom encounter.
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***I've finished the outline for this story and I Regret to say, the end is near! Stay tuned for the concluding chapters of this story.
The sun is the essence of life. I had to remind myself as it's rays assaulted me again this morning. Usually I enjoy it's warmth but today, I was just tired and did not feel like waking up. My only obligation was to again meet with my agent to go over proper etiquette for auditioning for movies. I would love to be in more movies, maybe some things that aren't associated with Disney.
"Good morning," Max greeted me before he even opened his eyes.
"Are you even awake or sleep talking?" I asked him.
"Duh," he said through a yawn and while stretching.
Seeing his exposed, stretched out stomach, I could not resist. As quickly as possible I reached my hand over and tickled him.
"Stop," he laughed and curled half way into a ball.
"Okay," I said though I went for his arm pits next.
He quickly uncurled from the partial ball and tried to guard his armpits, but to his futile attempts I was stronger then him.
"Okay, fine," he said while laughing, "let's see how you like it."
Quickly he turned the tables and went for my unguarded stomach. I tried fighting his hands away but his skinny arms made it through with ease. In turn I tried to tickle him back which did work but at the same time I had to try and fight his hands off. Then an idea came over me. With swiftness I grabbed both his arms and pinned them to the bed then jumped on top of him, completely restraining him.
At first he just looked at me with a comforting smile, now knowing what to expect. With this in mind I leaned forward and started to blow cherries on his cute stomach.
"Oh my god, Ricky," Max yelled as he laughed from being tickled.
To this protest I stopped. I released his arms and leaned over his face so that I was inches away from it, looking into those ghostly beautiful eyes.
"You are the most beautiful person in the world," I admitted to him while losing myself in that gaze.
He did not say anything, but instead lifted his head up for a kiss. I met him half way and our lips locked in a fashion that allowed our tongues to dance as if they to were in love. It was a soft kiss, never rough, and I was careful to not be sloppy about it.
I lied down next to him with my forehead against his, and our noses barely touching. I draped my leg over both of his and caressed his cheek with my free hand.
"Do you really exist?" I asked him
He stared at me with squinted eyes not sure of what to make of this question.
"...or have I gone crazy and just imagined you this whole time," I added.
"What do you mean?" he asked while putting his hand on the one that I used to caress his face.
"I mean, people like you do not really exist, and if they do, it would be impossible for them to be human," I explained as best I could this tired morning.
"Well If I am not real, then I'm glad you thought of me," Max said before kissing the hand he was holding.
I watched as his lips flattened against the back of my hand when he kissed it. Watched him as he closed his eyes. I did the same, in feeling his lips on my hand. He let go of it and I returned my palm to his cheek before leaning in for another kiss.
This kiss however led to more as Max positioned himself over me, sitting on my stomach. He leaned down and kissed me again with which I kissed back. With little effort our kissing became intense. He wrapped my hair through his fingers and my hands found his waist and love handles.
After the kiss, he found his mouth on my chest, to which the ecstasy was astounding. I closed my eyes and breathed heavily as he slowly, and very carefully made his way down to and past my waist...
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"I'll be back in three hours," I said to him while putting my shoes on.
"Okay I'll be here," he explained leaning against the doorway.
I got up and headed for the door. Opened it wide but shut it again.
"What did you forget?" Max asked with that look of mischief on his face.
With no words I walked back to him and sort of grabbed him by the waist to which he wrapped his arms around my neck.
"I love you," I said before getting one last kiss for the road.
"I love you to," Max echoed back after our embrace.
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"All I'm saying is that if you want to be taken more seriously, then you have to act more serious," my agent said to me.
I just sat their listening to his words, wondering how it is I could act more serious.
"I thought I proved I could be serious with my work on SVU and Criminal Intent," I argued.
"Ricky you did a fantastic job with Law and Order, however most casting directors have never seen the episodes, and if they did they have no idea that you were in it," He tried to explain.
"Then what's the use of anything if it goes unrecognized?" I asked.
"Maybe you should do something in your personal life, something that makes you seem more adult. Join an organization, do some charity, get involved in a relationship, do something that says you are no longer a child," he suggested.
To this I was severely displeased. When I do charity, I do it for the sake of doing it and not to get better, more "adult-like" roles.
He and I argued for a few more hours. Though I hate arguing it came of some help for at the end of this meeting I left with a different outlook of myself. I know I tend to be a bit childish at times but you know, when it comes down to it, I can be just a serious.
On the drive home I had much to think about. I checked my messages and their was one from Max telling me not to eat anything.
"I'm in the mood for Mexican food," I said aloud thinking that Max wanted to go out and eat.
I found that I was mistaken in this assumption when returning home. The distinct smell of lemon and chicken took over the air of my home. I could smell it immediately when walking in, and I must say it smelled very good.
"No way!" I exclaimed on entering the kitchen.
Max had busied himself while I was away in making my favorite meal. Lemon Pepper Chicken.
Max who by this time was setting the table looked up at me, smiled and asked, "how did it go?"
"It went...Great," I smiled and lied.
"Liar," Max smiled back knowing me better then I thought he did.
"What's all this?" I asked him referring to the meal.
"Oh some poor unfortunate chicken flew through the window and onto the pan. I tried to save it but then the lemon juice fell in and it was a lost cause," Max explained making a cheap joke.
I could only smile and stare at him.
We ate this late, but very good lunch that he carefully prepared. After this we decided to go for a movie.
I know it must seem cliche'. That two actors love movies so much, but I mean seriously, name a modern art besides music that is any better. The movie was great and was one of those things that you start of laughing at, and not expecting much from. Towards the end however both Max and I were in awe of the true beauty of this cinematic art.
After the movie it was time to take Max home so that his parents would not think to much of him being gone days on end. I used the trip to bring up a very touchy subject.
"I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but we should," I started the conversation.
"I know," Max said looking out the passenger window.
"So, what are you going to do when the story is published?" I asked him as carefully as possible.
"I Really don't know, probably just not even comment on it," he explained.
"Well whatever you decide I'm behind you all the way," I assured him.
"I know," he said looking at me, " I know."
Then an angry demeanor came over his persona before he exclaimed, "I'm just so sick of it Ricky, it gives me such an ugly feeling to know that people are going to see this as an ugly thing!"
"Do explain," I requested.
"Okay. Waking up next to you, loving you is the best feeling I have ever had in my life. I know that sounds redundant but it's very very true. What I hate about it is how it gives me such a feeling of awe, but when I think of what other people are going to say about it, it starts to hurt my stomach. I don't want my love for you to be an ugly thing," Max explained making a believer of me that his maturity was far beyond his age.
"I know what you mean," I said looking at him, momentarily taking my eyes off the road.
"Why does this have to be so bad, I mean, were not out harming people, or destroying property, seriously Ricky, what is so wrong with love?" Max asked.
Though with all my heart I wish I knew, I did not have the answers to the question he asked.
"Max, I honestly don't know. With my religion, I learned at a very young age that people are insecure when they don't understand something, and through ignorance they can only hate," I tried to explain to him as best as I could.
"Well you know what, I disagree with a lot of things people do, but I respect that they are entitled to live their life by their terms and not mine," Max argued.
"...and that is exactly what makes you the better person," I said to Max.
I could feel his confusion as he looked at me trying to make sense of what I had just said.
"Let's put it this way, because you know how the world works, and what makes people hate, you have an upper hand. It will be easier for you to be a happier person then they are, because you understand many things that they don't," I again tried to explain to him.
"I don't know Ricky, I've heard somewhere that the more you know the less happier you become," he politely argued.
I thought for a moment before speaking.
"It depends on the person I guess, and with you and all the great things you are capable of, I am convinced that knowledge will only make you a happier, better person," I said.
He looked forward with this in mind, seemed to be in deep thought. We did not talk the rest of the ride home.
After parking I did what was right, and walked Max to his door.
"When am I going to see you again?" he asked me.
"OH, I totally forgot, I got this thing tomorrow at Planet Hollywood, and I wanted you to come with me," I explained.
"Okay," he agreed not hesitating a moments worth of time.
With that we kissed one last time for the day, this night. Bade each our love for one another and I turned to walk away. Not hearing the door open I turned back to him and watched him, watch me walk away. To this I smiled, nodded at him and made my way to my car.
The ride home was peaceful. I did not turn on the radio. I just sat in the car, winding my way down the streets towards my home. In times like this I like to think. In times like this I am found a very content person.