Chapter One: After Work

Years after the incident in Montana, Matty and Taylor were living a pretty good life. Matty had convinced Taylor to take his own advice and try being a regular citizen, convinced Taylor to go in with him on a duplex. One night after one too many shots of whiskey on both their parts, their relationship reached a new level; Matty had Taylor sleep in his bed with him, but they didn't really end up sleeping. Instead they kissed and touched each other every where they could, eventually each others penises, which were stroked by equally gentle hands until both had their release. Ever since, it kept happening every weekend.

Both had changed their last names so they were able to get jobs and both had found one that was good enough for the time being. Taylor David worked as a trainer for a nearby gym while Matty Cruise worked as a waitor in a restaurant entirely unrelated to his father's. They didn't have as much money as they used to, seeing how they used to be paid by their fathers' for helping out with errands but decided to leave any trace of that life behind. So after they paid the bills, bought groceries and clothes, they only had enough to go out together once a week. It was enough for both of them, seeing how they preferred to spend their time together in their home, anyways.

As Matty drove to the duplex from work that Friday, in his century Buick, he thought of what he and Taylor had done the previous weekend. They'd gone out to eat as they always did on Friday's then had driven home and watched TV before bed. Matty remembered how, once they were in bed together, Taylor had touched and caressed him like he was so deserving of pleasure and love. That night, for the first time, Taylor had touched Matty back there and they had come close to making love, but before they were able, they'd ejaculated; feeling pleasure like they'd never felt it before.

Matty wondered if they'd manage to go all the way, this weekend. He also had many worries, as he didn't know what to expect since he'd never done anythig like it before. Would it hurt? Would he, himself, switch roles and touch Taylor back there? After it all, would he feel like less of a man? Matty sighed, a troubled expression on his face as he parked before he and Taylor's home, in the drive-way with one other car, which belonged to the old woman that lived on the other side of the duplex.

Matty stepped out of the car, locked it, then walked toward the door that would let him into he and Taylor's part of the building. As he was unlocking the door, Ms. Brennan exited her home and looked at Matty, smiling.

"Hey, Ms. Brennan, how you doing?" asked Matty, keeping his hand still against his keys and he turned to look at the gray-haired woman.

"Matty, I saved your mail yet again. Same youngsters were snooping through your mail-box, so I shooed them away and took it inside," said the woman as she handed Matty the mail.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Matty said, taking the envelopes from Ms. Brennan's hand and nodding respectfully as he twisted the key the rest of the way and pushed the door open, going inside. He removed his apron and kept on his black slacks and t-shirt, both which weren't nearly as expensive as his old clothes used to be.

Matty sat on the soft, cushioned, black couch and watched the sports channel as he waited for the sound of Taylor's black, dodge ram pulling into the drive-way. Once Taylor did pull in, he exited the van and walked over to their side of the duplex, pushing the door open, knowing it was unlocked because Matty would leave it that way once he got home, for Taylor's sake.

After stepping into the living room, Taylor looked at Matty.

"Hey, Matty, how was work?" Taylor asked, as he did every day.

"Same as usual. How about you? Still dealin' with those jack asses?" asked Matty, referring to some of the men that entered the gym who enjoyed testing Taylor. Taylor never beat them, as he felt the urge to, because he knew now that he was a regular guy, he couldn't just go around beating people without being sent to jail. He wondered how they would react if they knew of how many street fights he'd been in, if they felt the power in his punch.

"Nah. Didn't see 'em today. They come later on the weekends," Taylor explained, resting his bag on the floor and walking over the the couch Matty sat on, to sit beside his blue-eyed friend, their hips and legs touching.

"We drinkin' tonight?" Taylor asked, distracting Matty from the TV. Matty shut it off.

"Yeah, let's go get something," said Matty as he stood up from the couch and put his hands in his pockets. Taylor stood up as well.

"What are you thinkin'?" Taylor asked in his deep voice. Matty walked toward the door and took the keys from his pocket, turning around to look at Taylor who stood behind him.

"I'm thinkin' we should get trashed tonight, man. Whiskey, 10 High," Matty replied, internally hoping that the whiskey would help him relax and make having sex, if they were going to, less anxiety-inducing.

Taylor laughed, then looked at Matty, a smile on his face.

"Ten shots each. You wanna get trashed, that's definitely the way to do it," said Taylor as he and Matty got into his van.

Tbc.