Ricky Ullman In Love Chapter 8
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I did not see it with my eyes, but felt it on my face, and bare legs. It was the sun, again rising from the lake casting its rays on us.
We were a tangled mess of limbs. I would say that you could not tell where one of us began and the other ended, but with the obvious different tones in our skin color you could tell the dark legs were mine, and the light arms Max's. I awoke to the comfort of Max and I being intertwined as one, completely nude living being. I loved the touch of his skin on mine. It seemed to be something of strength, yet soft to the feel.
I think the intense heat from the sun was a determining factor on him as well because as soon as the light seemed to caress his beautiful face, he let out a small sigh and slowly opened his beautiful eyes.
"Good morning," I said to him.
"Good morning Ricky," he greeted me through a yawn.
Slowly I began to untangle us. Carefully as to not completely disturb Max. Upon being freed, he stretched his legs and arms and yawned again.
"We got five hours before our flight, what do you want to do?" I asked him standing up to put a pair of boxers on.
"Hmm," he thought aloud looking to the ceiling.
"Lets go swimming," he suggested.
"I don't know Max, Im not a fan of many hotel swimming pools," I protested.
"Well, Ricky, I was not talking about the pool," he said confusing me.
"Then where are we..." I began to argue.
Before I could get to far into arguing I noticed Max was nodding his head toward the window.
"No way your crazy, that water's gotta be like 40 degrees," I protested again.
"Besides, it's a lake," I added.
"Oh come on Raviv, where is your sense of adventure," he teased me only using my birth name when playfully taunting me.
"I think I have a great sense of adventure!" I informed him.
"Prove it," He further taunted me.
With my sense of adventure in question I had no choice but to oblige him. This did not come with no rewards however. While waiting for him to get ready, I got to watch him get ready from a sort of metaphoric blank canvas. First, he put on a pair of boxers then the blue jeans he wore the night before. His stomach sucked in as he sort of bent over to buckle them. Then he threw on a clean shirt that fell perfectly over his cute body.
Already dressed I lay in the bed and continued to watch him. First he went to the mirror and looked at both sides of his face. With his left hand he felt his chin. Then he took a comb and ran it through his flawless hair a few times. After this he looked back into the mirror at himself, from both angles a second time. Then to his obvious approval winced at himself and made a clicking sound with his mouth.
I could not help myself and had to laugh at this display.
"What's so funny?" He asked with squinting eyes through the reflection in the mirror.
"Oh, nothing at all," I lied.
"Mm hmm," he hummed before looking back into the mirror and playing with his hair a bit longer.
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I must admit the sand was very warm and comfortable on my bare feet.
"Oh it feels great, come closer," Max who was ankle deep in the water called back to me.
Very reluctant, I followed suit any way. Slowly I made my way from a warm dry sand to the cooler wet sand. I was immediately met with shock when the first small wave brushed over the top of my feet.
"I don't think great is the word to describe it," I said to Max.
"Oh," he responded.
I went as deep as he did, to my ankles. For a moment it seemed that I was getting used to the water's temperature, or my feet had just plain gone numb.
"Go a little further," Max almost demanded.
I could see that something was up, that he had an ulterior motive. I learned by now to easily detect that mischievous look in Max's eyes.
"You go further," I argued.
"Oh come on," he pleaded making a sad face.
"Make that face all you want but I'm not giving in," I said folding my arms.
Oh but that face did make me melt and want to do anything he asked of me.
"Ok fine," he moaned.
I looked out to the endless blue of lake Michigan at the boats that seemed to be going nowhere in particular, in any direction.
"I want a boat," I said making pointless conversation.
With that I felt a hand on the center of my back pushing me forward into the water. At first I tried to catch my balance by stepping forward but my foot did not catch anything underneath it. I fell forward, my full body into the water, and down into a 12 inch drop off.
"Oh you suck," I said turning to a grinning Max.
With me still in the sitting position I supported myself with my hands and quickly wrapped my legs tightly around Max's ankles.
"Ricky, no!" He protested with wide open eyes.
This was pointless for I quickly dragged him down into the water with me. Immediately upon his landing he tried wrestling my head under the surface. Let's be honest though, he never had a chance. With all my strength I turned the tables and had pinned him momentarily under water. He came up completely soaked. The dirty lake water dripped down his face and glistened in the sun. Damn was he hot.
Trying to catch me off guard he made a second attempt at pushing my head under water. For this I was prepared and succeeded a second time in dunking him under.
"No fair," he exclaimed brushing the hair from his face.
"How so," I teased him.
"Duh, you're stronger then me," he said before reaching for my arm muscle.
Slowly, he first caressed it with his fingers then his whole hand. I looked into his eyes as they locked on mine.
"These are the things dreams are made of," I whispered before leaning in for a kiss.
Despite the lake water, the kiss was great. Hell, I'm sure I'd still kiss him even if he were full of mud. Regardless, kissing Max felt like home, pure happiness if there is such a thing.
We stopped our kiss, but not the embrace. I rested my forehead down on his and began to sing, "I....Love....Max....Thieriot."
"Um Ricky I love you to, but..." he said while making reference to the shore line behind me.
Upon turning around I saw that their were about five people playing catch with their dogs, who altogether were not gawking, but definitely noticed that their were two males embracing in the water.
"Shit," I cursed aloud.
"What now?" Max asked me.
"We have to get out of here," I quickly explained.
With no words spoken we both treaded through the water, towards shore with our heads down. Not that we should be ashamed of our love, but that we did not want to be noticed. The people playing with their dogs seemed to be middle aged and beyond so I was confident that none of them would know who we were from the next gay couple in this town.
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"Well it's simple," I explained to Max upon exit of the elevator.
"When Jewish people first emigrated to the United States, one of the only jobs we could get was to collect taxes for the government, therefore the other Americans viewed us as the people taking their money, and not their government. Now the stereotype exists that were cheap and rich, which is totally not true, I mean, do I look rich?" I explained and asked.
"Oh no," he added with seriousness, "but definitely cheap."
"Ha ha," I sarcastically laughed at his cheap shot.
"I'm going to take a shower," I announced walking into the room.
"Then I am going to start packing," Max said.
Then, that very familiar, sexy as hell, mischievous look crept across his face, but mostly his eyes.
"That is unless, there is room for two in that shower?" Max inquired.
"Hmm," I thought aloud with a smile.
Our flight took off 10 minutes after it was supposed to. An exhausted Max fell asleep with his arm touching mine. I looked out the window the entire flight thinking about everything.
Above many thoughts I had hoped this would last forever.
After landing we had to go our separate ways. This was disappointing but I would not waste the time alone.
It had a been a great weekend, and I had much to ponder.