Ricky Ullman In Love Chapter 4 By DeGobln
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 for fantasy. Oh yes and if it is illegal to read such material as a factor of age, law, or ordinance....discontinue reading.
ALSO: I know this web site usually 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.
This is my first time ever doing anything like this so if you have any suggestions, questions, comments, or honest criticism. Please send them to degobln@yahoo.com and list "Ricky Ullman In Love" as the subject so I know it's not spam. The response has been great so far!
Finally: We all have busy lives, mine is not different. From now on I am going to do my best to make at least two submissions in a week, which will probably come one after the other on sat. and sun. Otherwise I will try and submit as much as possible.
I woke up after twilight that Monday morning. The sunrise was magnificent and completely reminded me that I am definitely a sucker for those things categorized as sentimental. I never really cared, so what if I am a sentimental person, in a world that is cut off and cold sentiments seem to be very rare.
"I am very rare," I said aloud staring at my face in the mirror.
I did not say this in a good way. Disappointment from last night still loomed this morning, among other insecurities I was facing.
I stopped brushing my teeth and chuckled a bit. A thought had occurred to me, if only I could get into his head. Then I would know exactly what he was thinking. I wanted to know everything he was thinking, and by everything I mean the whole shebang. I want to know how it is he looks at me, what he thinks of me, if its cool that were both guys, if we have a future. I just want to know some of the important details that may or might not set the scene for my future actions. I wanted to know everything about his perception but at the same time wondered if it would be a surprise not worth the ruining.
I finished brushing my teeth and headed out for the gym. I worked out quite vigorously that morning. I took out my frustrations, insecurities, and all other bad thoughts and feelings on the weights. I needed this, not only am I a bit smaller then most male actors my age, but I also needed some sort of release that was in no way destructive.
Why didn't I kiss him last night? Damn this was going to eat away at me. If I had ever missed out on any good opportunities this era one for the books certainly is not kissing Max when It was not only perfect timing, but expected of me from he and myself. I was quite regretful on not taking the chance to make more of a friend out of Max Thieriot, though I usually try to live life without to many regrets. None the less I was, without a shadow of doubt, regretful this morning.
I returned home to a quick shower and some more fruitful breakfast. Mostly and apple and an orange, but this morning I went very tropical with a banana. Almost did a little dance with it while returning to the couch, something along the lines of limbo.
You know I really don't care what others think of me. I can be a bit loopy, and do things considered childish. I can do these things because despite my legal adulthood I am still a child, and nothing will prematurely take that away. So I claim to not care what others think of me, that is to say, I am self-convinced and outspoken when it comes to my pride with the exception of the presence of Max.
Around him, I wanted so badly to just be my normal loopy self. I mostly was but something about him made me constantly watch myself. Something about his charm that made me a more reserved person. Something about him made me want to put my best foot forward. I was not sure yet what it was but I knew that when I imagined Max thinking about me, I imagined him thinking great things.
Self-glorification is an evil, but I must admit, all I wanted was for him to see me the way that I saw him.
About noon I decided it fit that the hour to call had arrived. I picked my cell, highlighted his name, and hit send. I waited patiently to a great disappointment. Instead of it ringing in my ear, his voice-mail picked up right off. I left a message, but this was not what I had expected. The voice message coming up told me that he had his phone shut off. So I left a short message asking him to call me back.
It did suck that I was not able to talk to him, but hearing his recorded voice seemed to kill the worm and with this I was happy for the remainder of the day.
OH, yes. I waited all day for him to return my call, and it would not be until seven o'clock that night that I received it.
"Hello," I answered my phone.
"Hey," Max greeted me calmly.
"How are you?" I asked him
"It's been a long day, and you?" He answered then asked.
"I've been fine, just hanging out around the house," I answered his inquiry.
"I'm sorry I didn't call you back right away, its just that..." he began to apologize.
"It's ok," I interrupted him; "you are not obligated to me in any way!"
For a moment there was silence. I finally did it. I broke that barrier into the thing we have yet to talk about, us. However he was not quick to respond. I sat another moment in an almost silent mode, except for his t.v. in the background.
"But I am sorry Ricky," He argued.
"It's ok, no harm done at all," I assured him.
"So how was your day?" He asked me.
"It was okay, just watched a lot of t.v. nothing special," I explained.
"How was yours," I repeated his question.
"LONG," he replied with a sarcastic laugh.
"Why is that?" I asked another question.
"Because I..." He started to say.
I waited a moment, expecting him to finish his sentence, but he did not. I had great interest as to what it was he was about to say but dare I ask?
"You what?" I asked.
There was another pause.
"Never mind," he said with a sigh.
I wanted to say that he could tell me anything. I wanted to know what he had to say. I wanted to inquire further but in the end reminded myself that I was to stay more reserved, and in staying more reserved I should respect his wishes and not impose on Max.
We talked for another hour about many things. We talked about things that most teenage boys don't. We mostly discussed politics and religions, two things that should only be discussed between intimate friends. I was happy to discover that beneath his beauty there were great thoughts and an interest for the world around and away from him. He seemed to not be an ignorant person, that is to say, ignorant of other people, their life styles, belief structures, and social orders.
I like him so much, but would wait for him to like me. I decided that the more he pursued me the less I would feel guilty about pursuing a sixteen year old.
"So what are you doing tomorrow?" He asked me towards the end of our conversation.
"In the afternoon, I am meeting with my agent to go through some audition tapes I made for a few movies," I answered him.
"Why what's up?" I asked Max
"I was wondering if you wanted to do something." He carefully asked as if not sure if he should.
"Wait, I'm sorry, I totally forgot," I began to apologize and explain; "I have to go and have brunch with my mother tomorrow.
"What are you doing tomorrow night?" I asked trying to fix the situation.
"Dinner with the family," he sighed.
"So then Wednesday?" I continued asking.
"Wednesday is good," he enthusiastically answered in only the way Max Thieriot can.
"Good then!" I said.
"Good then!" he echoed my words.
I smiled again, completely tickled by all that I have accomplished with him.
"I really should go though," he informed me of his obligation.
"Yeah, I should to," I lied.
"Okay, I'll call you Wednesday at about noon," he made plans for our next interaction.
"Yeah, okay that sounds cool," I agreed.
"Okay then, I'll talk to you then," He began to say goodbye.
"Okay," I replied.
"Okay, bye," he said.
"Good night Max," I sincerely wished him good night.
"Good night Ricky," he said with the same tone as myself.
With that I hit the end button on the phone and put it on the charger.
I took another long shower and dressed myself in boxers and a t-shirt. Completely exhausted from working out earlier, I laid down into the comforts of my bed and fell fast asleep.
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I was dreaming about something unknown, whatever it was that I was dreaming about became completely lost when I realized the phone ringing was in reality and not my dream. My eyes had yet to focus and I could not see who the caller was.
"Hello," my tired voice crackled as I answered the phone anyway.
"Come to your front door," I heard Max's shaky voice almost demand on the other end.
Considering that I thought something was sincerely wrong, I threw the covers off of me and hastily hurried toward the door. I opened it wide, to see Max standing their. He wasted no time in walking in right past me. I reached out and shut the door. I turned to look at him and was about to say something but by his stance and gesture, it was obvious that he was the one that had something to say.
"Ricky do you like girls?" He bluntly asked me.
"Maybe," I answered a bit shocked by his straight-forwardness.
"Do you like boys?" He asked with the same mannerisms
I paused for a moment.
"Yes," I softly admitted staring directly into his eyes.
"Do you like girls?" He asked again.
I again paused for a moment.
"No," I again softly admitted.
There was another pause.
"Do you like me?" He asked with an almost quiver.
I stared at him for a moment and did not answer. I looked at his face, his mouth, his eyes; they all painted an expression of three extreme emotions. An emotion of insecurity, of bravery, but above all he seemed very confused.
I approached him and stood right in front of him, our eyes never unlocking from the others. Slowly I reached my hand to his face, but stopped myself before touching him. Then, with my limp knuckles, I slowly caressed the soft skin of his face. With doing this, he closed his eyes and let out the breath that he seemed to have been holding. I felt his breath, warm on my neck and face, fresh as flowers. With all of this combined I finally did it.
I reached in and at first kissed him normally on the lips. He parted his lips and my tongue immediately slipped in.
Without warning he wrapped his arms around and went in for it. He leaned into me with a kiss that is stronger then words. I kissed him back as strongly as he kissed me. Letting my hands find their way around the back of his neck and head, while his hands were on my back doing like wise. Our soft lips rubbed together as our tongues danced in each others mouths. My eyes closed at first, I opened them to see his were open. Never breaking this embrace, I stared into his eyes. Those hauntingly beautiful eyes, feeling him inside and out as a person, discovering his sensuality and lust as if it were a force stronger then any I was prepared to deal with.
We made our way to my bedroom still kissing, and onto the bed. We lye with each other for awhile, exploring each others bodies, kissing. No words were spoken, only physical expression would be heard.
I think I love him, and this I know as fact.
We did not have sex, or anything like that, just loved each other for as long as possible. I lied with him in bed as lovers do, without going all the way, and still felt as if I could do this forever.
He fell asleep before I did, and I found much Joy in our embrace, watching him sleep for what little remained of the rest of the night. I watched as his chest rose and fell, watched his eyes squint and r.e.m. from some obvious dream. I listened to his breathing, as rhythmic as the sound of his heart beat, and his heart beat with mine.
Yes I did love him. This thought came clear when the sun rose through my curtains and cast a light on his perfect face.
I leaned over him, and kissed him on the cheek one last time, before getting two hours of sleep.
Cuddling back up with him, sleep came in it's purest form. I was in purest form. Everything that he touched would become pure.