Ricky Ullman In Love Chapter 15
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. Oh yes and if it is illegal to read such material as a factor of age, law, or ordinance....discontinue reading.
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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.
"Are you awake?" I woke up just after falling asleep to the sound of Max's mom asking if he's awake.
"Yeah," Max responded barely grunting.
"I'm leaving now," she announced through the door.
"Okay I'll see you when you get back," Max said all the while with his eyes closed and seeming to still be sleeping.
"Theirs two-hundred dollars on the bookshelf if you need anything," she continued talking to him.
"Okay," he replied like a broken record.
"...and Ricky just because I'm gone does not mean the rules still don't apply," his mother said, directed towards me.
When she said this, my eyes shot wide open. With my eyes opening I seen Max's do the same. We stared at each other, though we were busted we still remained quiet.
The silence was only broken by one last thing, Max's mother saying, "okay then, you boys behave your selves."
"We will" Max called out after her.
"Busted," Max said pointing out the obvious.
"Yeah," I sighed.
"Oh, it's okay, she obviously didn't care," Max tried his best to calm my nerves about this situation.
"It's not even that," I tried explaining to him.
"Then what is it?" He asked me while reaching out to play with my hair.
"Nothing really," I lied to him.
"Liar," Max said.
I did not respond to this accusation, but took the hand that was playing with my hair, rubbed it against the stubble of my cheek, and kissed the back of it.
"Ugh!" Max made a sound expressing frustration.
"What?" I asked.
He said each word with a poke to the stomach, "You can be so damn elusive."
"The better to elude you," I responded to his calling me out, all the while finding my hands in the pits of his arms.
In some form of playful defense, he continued to try to jab me in the stomach. I blocked most attempts and came back with my own tickling of his armpits. He squeezed his arms tight trying to stop me, but as I was still stronger then he, I would prove to be the victor in making him laugh more.
After having him turn red in the face, I stopped trying to tickle him and he stopped attempting at me. I looked him in the eyes as we lay down on our sides, facing each other. The sun shown through a gap in the blinds and only seemed to shine on his face, making the beautiful thing I am fortunate enough to lay eyes on-glow. I loved him so much, and it seemed to get harder and harder to express that with words, so this morning I just kissed him. I scooted forward, landed my hand soft on his cheek, and kissed him with closed eyes.
I'm not sure when, but I knew I fell asleep with my forehead pressed against his. I know I fell asleep exactly where I needed to.
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"Hello!" I answered my phone quite insulted that it had interrupted this morning slumber for a second time around.
"Where are you?" A males voice asked.
"Who is this?" I came back not recognizing the voice right off.
"Your agent," he informed me in a stern voice.
"What's going on?" I asked him, wondering what was so important that could not wait for me to return his call.
"You are killing your career!" He exclaimed with much stress.
"How so?" I asked him sitting up, disturbing Max in his own dreams, bringing him back to reality.
"You have to stay away from Max Thieriot," My agent practically demanded.
"What do you mean?" I further asked, playing stupid.
"Come on Ricky, it's obvious, I see him on t.v. and you're their, he's fighting through a crowd of reporters, and you're the only one helping him," he pointed out his knowledge.
"So what," I came back.
"So what, do you know what being a..." he began to ask before catching himself. "Look Ricky, ten-percent of Hollywood lies about their sexuality, but you're not making any efforts to hide what you prefer," he said this, his words coming down on me like a bag of bricks.
Is it wrong that I all of a sudden became very upset?
"So what are you suggesting?" I asked him in hopes of their being more of a point.
Their was a pause were it seemed the pompous ass laughed to himself before saying, "Oh, it is very simple, stop hanging out with Max Thieriot."
"NO!" I quickly protested this request.
"Ricky, if they think you're gay, you don't get work...why is this not sinking in with you?
"You know what, I can take your criticism. I can handle it when in so many words you call me childish, I can listen to all of the things that I do wrong, in front of and around a camera. But I draw the line here. You do not belong in my personal life," I informed him of his mistake in a manner that was long over due.
"Well then you're not going to make it as an actor, and let's not kid ourselves, what else are you going to be?" He insulted me in asking.
For a moment I thought about it, and was going to give him a legit answer. But the more I thought about it, the more I seen that idle threats were not going to steer my life.
"Happy, I'm going to be happy," I calmly stated before closing the flip of the phone, hanging up on him.
"What was that all about?" Max asked seeming so tired.
No sooner did I open my mouth to explain everything to him did my phone start to ring again with my agent's number flashing on the screen. Pulling off the battery, shutting up the device, I decided not to tell Max everything.
"Just my agent, expects me to come in right now, and I told him I was busy," I lied to Max.
Why it is I do the things I do around him I can only come to one conclusion. It just comes natural to protect him in the big ways, but just as important, the small ways. Why does he need to know about my agents demands, what good is that going to do him right now?
I laid back down and cuddled again with Max.
"Just go to sleep, everything will be fine in the morning," Max tried to soothe me as he buried his head into my chest.
"It is morning," I whispered.
With no other words, we fell back asleep.
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"Oh damn it all to hell," I heard, saw, and felt Max get out of bed only about thirty minutes later.
"What?" I asked.
"The door," he replied.
I listened to his steps as they went down the hall, down the stairs, the door open, male's talking, the door closes, the steps creak again, I hear him coming down the hall, retraced steps into the bedroom, to the bed, and back laying with me.
"Who was it?" I asked draping my arm over his body.
"Jehovah's Witness," He mumbled.
Instantly we came to a subconscious decision to try and go back to sleep.
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"Oh fuck it!" I said very pissed, as he groaned.
This time it was both of our cell phones going off simultaneously, which we both answered at the same time. My conversation outlasted Max's by about 3 minutes and I noticed he was up, out of bed and no longer seemed to be interested in sleep.
"Well sleep is just to much to ask for right now, so let's go get food," I suggested to Max who was putting the jeans he wore the night before back on.
"Yeah I could use some pancakes," he agreed.
We dressed in silence. I copied his move from earlier and wore the jeans this morning, that I also wore last night.
After getting dressed I looked at Max who had this sort of scared look on his face.
"I'm going to change my shirt," he informed me.
Just then I took notice to the fact that both of us were practically dressed identical to the other. His changing a shirt was a good idea cause even if people did know we were a couple I did not want to be considered one of those couples. You know the type, that are seen at the zoo, with their visors, fanny packs, and matching outfits.
It seemed we were out the back door almost as soon as we woke up. We had to scale the fence again but this time I went first and caught Max on the other side. Reaching my car the sun had thoroughly heated the interior on a day that was not all that comfortably warm. Driving down the street we talked some more about this and that.
Sitting down to eat pancakes and sausage we became silent. I am assuming that like my own silence, his was the direct cause of several different forms of exhaustion. I was so tired, and I'm sure he was also.
"Today's just not going to be my day, Ricky," Max said to me, resting his head in his propped up hand.
"Why, what's up?" I inquired of this statement.
He looked up, looked at me, then his eyes seemed to be drawn towards the restaurant's entrance. I followed the path of his eyes with my own, and found where they ended was a gathering group of those lovely members of the press that I was so starting to miss.
"Time to go?" I asked with a statement.
"Time to go," he echoed back in responding.
I waited for the waitress to make her rounds and asked for the check. We left the table only having our hunger partially fulfilled, payed our bill and prepared for the small crowd that would immediately greet us at the door.
Again, Max had the same questions thrown at him from the left, the right, the center, from everywhere. They were relentless in their quest for information.
I felt safe until...
"Ricky, what's the relationship that you have with Max Thieriot?" I heard a man's voice ask from the crowd. Almost as if everyone's interest came on the man, all went silent, and I noticed him as the man in the khaki jacket, the one who first broke the story on Max.
I did not know how to respond to this question asked. I had no words forming in my head. I was lost for everything the word is worth, staring blankly at the man in the khaki jacket.
**One chapter left!
***Okay people....my next story is going to be titled "Justin Searching" It is going to be a sexually graphic story involving Justin Berfield with a different person each chapter...start sending in your requests with who you want me to pair him up with and I will do my best to fulfill it.