Jesse Hamill
April 18, 2015
This is a love story between two consenting males and contains sexual themes and graphic depictions of sexual acts. This is also work of fiction. All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
This is my first work for Nifty and any criticism, comments, improvements or thanks can be directed at jesse.hamill88@gmail.com.
The Love of Rainn: Chapter 1
"Are you alright?" he asked Rainn.
"Yeah... I'm fine, but you're bleeding..." Rainn told the guy that blocked the rock. A small gash was dripping a little on the guy's forehead.
That was the first encounter Rainn had with him. He remembered it like a movie scene. He was like some sort of guardian angel sent to watch over him that day. It was funny because he didn't even know the guy's name, but he still stood up for him. He protected Rainn, a perfect stranger, but somehow knew that he could trust him. And he always would.
Rainn only knew the guy from the diner where he worked. Rainn was a busboy and waited on the counter when it got super busy. The guy came in on Friday afternoons after school, and always ordered the same thing: a patty-melt and fries, and then a chocolate glazed donut with black coffee (even when the weather was warm). Rainn knew the guy was a senior from his high school, a recent transfer, but he didn't know his name. He thought it was James or Jeremy, but that was just guessing. He was always alone at the diner. He never went in with anyone or talked to anyone. The guy just ordered his food, and sat at the far end of the counter by the window.
Rainn always thought his aloofness was odd, as the guy never even messaged or texted on his phone or anything. He always had textbooks, though, and he was always writing stuff in a composition notebook. Sometimes he had headphones. Rainn guessed he was just serious student, or something. Maybe he had exams he had to prepare for.
Other than that, Rainn just noticed that he was very good looking. His hair was a little long, straight, and kind of shaggy. It was a brown that shined with glints of red and gold in the light of the window. He had eyes that were deceiving. Not in a bad way, they just were more than they appeared. Rainn had first thought they were light brown, but when he really looked, they were hazel with glimmers of gold and green. He had just a little bit of stubble, making him look a little older than he actually was. He always had a white T-shirt with an open button-up flannel shirt over it. He tucked the T-shirt in his dark denim jeans.
Well, he might be more than good looking, thought Rainn. Okay, I'll admit it... he was beautiful, gorgeous even!
The guy caught the attention of the waitresses, especially the first few times he went into the diner. But, over time, his cold demeanor and aloofness made them a little irritated.
"What's that guy's problem?" Emily had asked Rainn one day. Emily was one the waitresses and one of the only real friends that Rainn had.
"I don't know... He just likes to keep to himself I guess..."
"Well it's stupid and kind of rude. I've tried flirting with him like twice now, and he didn't even look up. Not even when I bent over to pick up the fork that I `dropped' in front of him!"
Rainn chuckled at that, and Emily smiled. She was older than him, 21, and worked at the diner to help pay for college. She was very pretty, blonde with long straight hair, and blue eyes. She had the perfect hourglass shape and had many heads turning in her direction.
Emily was also about the only person Rainn could trust. She even knew that he was gay. Well, she guessed one day and Rainn was so shocked and red-faced that she knew she was right.
Emily turned to Rainn and winked.
"Maybe..." she started.
"Maybe what?" he asked.
"Maybe... he does't notice because he's not interested...in girls." She whispered the last part. Rainn blushed and she giggled a little at that.
"Shut up!" he told her, still red. "You know that he can't be... like me."
"You never know..." she replied. "He would be the first and only guy that came in and not tried to propose to me on the spot, or undress me with his eyes." Rainn considered it. She might be right. She made a ton of tips from all the perverts ogling her.
"I doubt it. Besides, even if he was... like me..." Rainn started, but trailed off.
"What? Even if he was like you... what?" she asked.
"...Well, he... probably... he wouldn't be..." he stumbled with how to say it.
"....What??" she pressed him, getting agitated.
"He ... I... I don't think I would be his type," Rainn finally managed. He was still red, but there was hopelessness in his voice. Emily noticed and became concerned.
"Rainn, of course you might be his type. You're a lot of people's type. You're so talented and you have the most gorgeous green eyes."
Rainn just shrugged. She planted a small motherly kiss on his forehead. "I've got to get back to my tables, but listen," she said in a serious tone, "you will make someone so lucky one day."
He smiled a little at that, to show her he was listening, but he didn't really feel it.
It was true that he had talent, though. He was an amazing artist and won a ton of awards for his paintings and sketches, but besides that he didn't think much of himself. He was skinny, about average height, and had long hair. It was black except for a streak of white that he had since he was little. People thought he dyed it that way, but no, it was just a section without any pigment. He insisted that it was combed to the front to cover some of his face. He had a pale complexion and his ears were pierced. People thought he was an emo kid, but he didn't wear eyeliner or makeup. He didn't like punk or heavy metal, or paint his nails, or write depressing poetry. Rainn hung out with the "emo" kids like that at school because nobody else liked him, and he got the "emo" label by association. He didn't even dress like them, in dark clothes sporting nails, spikes, or safety pins. He usually wore just plain t-shirts and hoodies and regular jeans.
His eyes, however, were his best feature. Rainn had the most amazing green eyes. A color like sparkling emerald that shone like turquoise in the light, he had a few girls swoon over him. He was a little shy around most people and distanced himself from most of his peers.
The rest of the shift was slow and uneventful. Rainn didn't even notice when the guy at the end of the counter had left until the seat was empty. He helped Emily and Carl, the owner (Emily's dad), clean up and close the diner before he started walking home.
It was usually a quiet and peaceful walk home, but he passed a crowd that he hoped wouldn't notice him. Rainn tried to cross the street quickly before Mark and his friends noticed he was by himself. They were just standing and talking in Mark's front house. They still had their letterman jackets on from school and were looking for something to do on a Friday evening.
Rainn stumbled a little as he got to the other side of the street, and they noticed.
Shit, Rainn thought.
He picked up his pace, but as he looked back, he saw them making their way behind him. They were laughing about something, and Rainn knew he had to get home as soon as he could.
"Hey faggot!" Mark yelled.
He and his friends all laughed in unison. Rainn ignored them and tried to get home or within view of anyone, any neighbor or adult so that they could stop. No luck though, it was late and everyone was already home. Instead he started walking a little faster, but not trying to run... at least not yet. He couldn't hope to outrun all of them, most of them played football, but some ran on the track team. However, if he could get away from Mark, he would be alright.
"Fag! Hey faggot!!" Mark continued as his friends laughed loudly.
The light was fading and the street lamps hadn't turned on yet.
Almost there... almost home, he thought.
He noticed someone was up ahead and relief started to set in. He walked faster still to catch up with the person up the street.
As he got closer, he noticed that it was the guy from the diner. He had headphones on, but as Rainn got close he took them off and waved to Rainn.
"Hey, you're the guy that works at the diner right?" he asked.
"Yeah." Rainn felt better to be recognized. "Hey...umm... can I walk with you a little ways?"
"Sure," he replied, looking behind Rainn.
He turned to look behind them and noticed Mark and his gang walking behind them.
Thank god I found someone to walk with, Rainn thought. At least now they'll leave me alone.
They started walking up the street together, but Rainn was still looking over his shoulder to see if Mark was still behind them. Unfortunately, his plan wasn't working like he'd hoped because Mark was still trailing them.
Mark and his little gang caught up and were only a just few yards behind them now.
"Hey FAG! Did you find yourself a boyfriend now?"
This must have been the height of hilarity for his friends, as they howled with laughter. Rainn was getting red both from anger and embarrassment. He was shocked though, to hear what was said next. The guy stopped and turned to face them.
"Maybe I did! What's it to you?" the guy shouted back. "You jealous or something?"
Rainn was stunned. Did he really just say that?! To Mark??
Mark looked a little confused.
"I wasn't talking to you! Mind your own damn business!" he shouted.
His friends just kept looking back between Mark and the diner guy. A few tense moments passed before the guy turned away from Mark and started walking up the street again. Rainn followed, a little worried. Did that guy had any idea who Mark was?
Mark apparently was not going to put up with someone stopping his fun because he started yelling at the diner guy.
"You a fag too, huh!?" he shouted.
The diner guy turned to Mark and just rolled his eyes.
"You suck each other's dicks?!" Mark continued.
He smiled a big smile and high-fived a few of his buddies. The rest of his friends howled with laughter. They reminded Rainn of wolves or hyenas hunting in packs. He wished they would just give up and go home.
"What's it to you?!" the diner guy yelled back. "You want to watch or something?!"
The laughter died immediately. The smiles faded and Mark scowled. Rainn wished that he would stop. He didn't want to get jumped here in the middle of the dark street. But, the guy just continued.
"You seem AWFULLY interested in fags and what they do! You have something you want to admit?"
He was taunting them now. Rainn regretted asking to walk with him and was tempted to make a run for it.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Mark roared. "I'm no fag! And you're a stupid motherfucker to try and talk to me like that!"
He was extremely short-tempered and Rainn knew he had a history of being violent.
"Then I have an idea for you," the guy from the diner said. "If you don't like what I'm saying, then why don't you and the rest of asshole friends go home?"
"Don't tell me what to do faggot," Mark said with cold malice. "You're going to regret what you said. You and that little fag you're protecting."
Rainn felt the situation escalating out of control. There was no way he was going to get home unharmed now. The guy just stood there and did a half shrug indicating that Mark should bring it.
Shit. This guy is going to have the crap knocked out of him, Rainn thought.
The diner guy was kind of muscular, but he was not the 300 pound football captain.
Or six of his biggest meanest friends, Rainn thought.
Mark picked up a rock from the edge of the sidewalk and tossed it up in his hand. He caught it as it fell and tossed it up again.
"This is what I think of fags like you!" Mark yelled.
He caught the rock again and threw it full force. Like a coward, he aimed it at Rainn instead of the guy. Rainn flinched, but the diner guy stepped in front of it and let it strike him. He didn't miss a step. Mark stared, a little bit impressed, but still pissed.
Mark took two steps forward and the guy reached to his side pocket quickly.
What was he doing? Did he have a gun or mace or something?
Mark stopped, his expression surprised. The diner guy stared him down, his expression stern and angry.
Was he going to draw a gun on these guys? Or a taser? Here, in the middle of his street?
Twenty seconds passed. They were twenty of the most tense moments of Rainn's life. The diner guy had both his hands resting on his right hip, ready for Mark to make his move.
Was there a glint of silver there on his hip? It was too dark to tell.
Mark looked around at his friends and they looked back at him. They looked scared, but Mark was still putting on a tough guy face. More time passed.
"Fuck this shit. Let's get out of here," he said to his friends.
Finally! Thank god!
They started walking the other way, but not before the diner guy shifted, just a little. Mark and his gang freaked and starting sprinting down the street. The diner guy just stood there and didn't move until Mark and his friends were well out of sight down a side street.
Just then, the street lamps came on and just about gave Rainn a heart attack. He was still too freaked out to move, but he noticed something. On the diner guy's hip was... a silver mp3 player. He had totally bluffed them out! He turned to Rainn and noticed the shock on his face.
"Don't worry, I'm not armed!" he said. He chuckled a little.
"Oh my god!! You scared the hell out of me!!" Rainn replied. He chuckled a little more.
"That was the the plan, I guess. I can't believe that asshole threw a rock at you."
"I can't believe you blocked it," Rainn said. The guy was bleeding from his forehead, making Rainn uneasy.
And that was how Rainn met him. The man of his dreams. It's strange how things in life seem to take forever: growing up, getting through school, figuring out who you are. Then some things happen all at once. Strangers walk into your life and change everything. The person everyone is meant to have, to hold, to love forever comes along into your life and they're always a stranger. Here, in the middle of the street where he lived, Rainn was meeting the most important stranger in his life.
"Are you alright?" he asked Rainn.
"Yeah... I'm fine, but you're bleeding..." Rainn told the guy that blocked the rock. A small gash was dripping a little on the guy's forehead.
"Is it bad?" he asked, touching his forehead gently.
"No it's just a small cut," Rainn said. Thinking quickly, he said, "I live just down the street. Let's get it looked at."
"Okay," he said.
They started waling down the street together and he asked Rainn who was the guy that threw the rock.
"You don't know?!"
The guy just shook his head.
"That's Mark. He's the football team captain," Rainn said.
"That makes sense," he said.
"Sorry I brought you in on this. I was just hoping that they'd leave me alone if I walked with you. Power in numbers and all that stuff," Rainn said.
"No problem. I hate to see anyone get bullied just so pricks like that can feel better about themselves. I'm Jesse by the way, nice to officially meet you, like, outside the diner."
"I'm Rainn. Like the weather, but with two spelled with two n's."
"Hey, now that's a cool name!" Jesse said.
Rainn looked away, as he blushed a little.
They continued down the street talking about Mark and his antics till they reached Rainn's house. They were still laughing about how scared Mark looked when he bolted down the street.
"Hey, so this is my place. Do you want to come in so we can take a look at your forehead?" Rainn asked.
"Yeah. I just need a mirror and a Band-Aid probably."
Rainn went inside and let Jesse in and was greeted by his grandma. She was an older woman in her sixties or seventies, with an eclectic hippy look to her. She wore lots of jewelry, a green shawl, and a black broomstick skirt. Her hair was long, grey and frizzy.
"How was work Rainn, and who is this?" she asked. Her gaze shifted to Jesse's forehead. "And what happened?!" she said with concern.
"Well... I was...uh... walking home and..." Rainn started. He didn't want to tell her all the details and make her worry.
"And I took a spill on the sidewalk, when Rainn happened by and helped me up," Jesse said.
"Oh you poor dear, let's get that looked at," she walked him down the hall and into the bathroom.
"What's your name sweetie?" she asked as she opened the first-aid kit and started opening the antiseptic and bandages.
"I'm Jesse ma'am. Jesse Michaels."
"Oh! Are you related to the nice woman from the new flower store down the street?," she asked with some enthusiasm.
"Yes," Jesse smiled. "That's my mom's new shop. We're new in town."
"I thought so. Well, I'm Elise Dawson and this is my grandson, Rainn, but you probably figured that one out by now," she said. "I had the pleasure of meeting your mom and welcoming her to the neighborhood."
Jesse just smiled. She cleaned up the scrape and applied a bandage to his head while Rainn watched anxiously from the hallway.
"There, as good as new," Elise said.
"Thanks, Ms. Dawson."
"You're welcome dear. Would you like to stay for dinner?" she asked.
"I'd love to, but my mom is probably getting ready to have the cops start looking for me..." Jesse said nervously.
"Well, another time then," Elise said gently.
"Okay, well... I think I'll get going. It was nice to meet you and Rainn."
Rainn smiled and showed him back to the door.
"I guess I'll see you around school... or... well... at the diner probably," Jesse said. He sounded kind of sad. Rainn was a disappointed to see him go.
" `Kay, see ya around," Rainn said as Jesse left. Rainn closed the door and headed up to his room.
He wondered when he'd see Jesse again.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading, and if your wondering, there will be some "hot stuff" in a few chapters. I want the story to play out and get you hooked in!
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