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When Charlie came in the back and told me that Justyn was here, I think my heart stopped. After all those months, he was here. He was in the same place I was. I couldn't believe it. It was almost like a dream. I had tried to find him but hadn't been able to. I knew the restaurant was busy so I didn't really want to go out there and make a scene. The last thing any of us needed was for either of us to hug and kiss like crazy or start yelling at each other. I now knew how I felt about him, but I didn't know how he felt about me. I hadn't been exactly nice to him the last time I saw him. I wouldn't blame him in the least if he were angry with me and never wanted to see me again. If the tables had been reversed I might be a little pissed at him too. I'd just finished washing a pot when I heard the door to the dining room open. I assumed it was Charlie bringing in more dirty dishes. When no dishes appeared on the counter to the left of the sink I turned to see who had come into the kitchen. Usually when Charlie or Granny J comes into the kitchen they make some sort of noise. They either talk to me or to each other. I turned to my left and found Justyn standing there. You know when you watch a cheesy television movie or show where two characters run into each other after not being together for a while and they just stand there and some song starts up? Well, I'm here to tell you that it really happens in real life. We both just stood there and I started hearing a song in my head. I'd heard it a lot on the radio while I was washing dishes. Desperate for changing I'm falling even more in love with you Forgetting all I'm lacking Now. I'm falling even more in love with you I'm living for the only thing i know There's nothing left to lose Desperate for changing I'm falling even more in love with you I'm living for the only thing i know Just hanging by a moment We both stood there, not moving. I could feel my eyes start to water up. My vision was getting a little blurry when he grabbed me and squeezed me tight. He threw his arms around me and held on for dear life. He startled me when he first grabbed me. I wasn't expecting him to move that fast. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight as well. I don't know how long we stood there like that before Granny J interrupted us. "I know you two lovebirds are glad to see one another, and I'm glad to see you back together as well but these dishes aren't going to wash themselves!" Reluctantly I pulled away from Justyn and he pulled away from me. We didn't completely separate, mostly cause we didn't want to let go of one another after having been apart for so long, but also cause we were both sporting major stiffies. I think if I touched my cock right then it probably would have exploded and drowned everyone there. Granny J went back to cooking and supervising and Charlie went back to serving and clearing tables. "Have you eaten yet?" I asked Justyn as we continued to hold each other. "No, I haven't. We'd just sat down when Granny J told me." "Can you hang around afterward?" "Yeah, I should be able to." My hard-on was still as strong as ever but I had to get back to washing the dishes. "So you go have dinner and when you're done, come back here and we can talk while I finish the dishes." Justyn stood there for a minute before he pulled away. "I'll see you in a little bit." He turned to head back out to the restaurant. I quickly turned back around, my cock still standing at full attention. Normally when I was washing dishes, I'd lean up against the sink and it would land in the waist area, but I couldn't do that after he left. My hard-on wouldn't go down, no matter how much I thought about other things, it refused to deflate. I looked up at the clock on the wall above the sink. It was almost closing time. Justyn showed up at the right time. The crowds were winding down and so I shouldn't have to work too late, I hoped, washing the dishes. I'd have to judge by the fact that he had come into the back and had given me a big hug that he wasn't angry with me. At least I hoped I was reading his signals right. I think it would crush me if I found out he still hated me. I was about halfway through the pile of dishes and my hard-on had finally subsided when Justyn and Charlie came in the back carrying some plates. "That's the last of the dining room dishes," Charlie indicated putting down his pile. Justyn stacked his just behind Charlie's. "Bastian, and Kevyn are the only ones left in the restaurant. Granny J is out there giving them shit for not coming by more often, and especially for not telling her that Justyn was with them." I chuckled at that thought. Granny J definitely didn't pull any punches and she'd give the boys a piece of her mind for sure. "I'm going to help Heather clean up the dining room area so you two lovebirds can be alone." I swatted Charlie with the dishrag I was using to clean the dishes. "Get out of here you wise-ass." Charlie grinned and headed back into the dining room. Justyn stood there for a couple of minutes and neither of us said anything. I wasn't really sure where to start, and I gathered by his silence that he wasn't either. "You can grab one of the stools over there if you'd like to sit." I pointed to the wall near the refrigerators. Justyn looked where I was pointing and walked over and grabbed a stool. He brought it back and sat down near me. "Aric's been calling me looking for you," Justyn finally said. "He's been worried about you." I just sort of snorted. I really didn't want to think about my supposed best friend. "How'd he get your number? Why would he call you?" "Cause he's wondering where you are. You just up and disappeared you know." "Yeah? So? What does that asshole care? Did he tell you what he did?" "No, he didn't. We didn't get into what happened between you two. He called me cause you didn't answer your cellphone and then the number was disconnected." "Yeah, it got destroyed when I was attacked at Thanksgiving. How'd he get your number? How'd he even know about you?" "Apparently he got it from your mother," Justyn replied. He shifted on the stool. They weren't the most comfortable things for sitting on, but they did in a pinch. "I'd given her my cellphone number when I called there the night you were attacked. I wanted to make sure they could reach me if they needed to." I'd finished cleaning all the plates by that point and started in on the pans. Justyn got off the stool and came over to the sink. He grabbed a dishtowel and started to dry the plates. "He filed a missing person's report on you with the police you know." I stopped doing what I was doing. I turned to face him. "He did?" "Yeah, he did." "Why would he do that?" "Cause he's concerned about you. The police were less than helpful and apparently they contacted your father about the fact your truck was left in a park in town. Aric said that he gave them some cock and bull story about how you went to visit friends for Christmas and left your truck there not realizing it would be towed." He grabbed a pile of dried dishes and stacked them over with the others near the stove. "What happened to you anyway? I came by your dorm room later in the week after you got out of the hospital and your roommate said you were gone. What happened? Did I really make you so angry by calling your folks that you left school early?" I finished up with a lasagna pan and put it in the air dryer. Justyn continued to dry the dishes and put them away. "Yeah, I was angry with you, at first. I had spent my whole life, at least the years after I had figured out I was gay, hiding who I was from my folks, from Aric, from everyone. You don't understand my folks, especially my father. He came after me with a shotgun!" Justyn nearly dropped the dish he was drying when I told him that. "A shotgun? Because I called him at two in the morning cause of your attack?" "No, not cause of that. I'm sure he's figured out by now that I was gay- bashed, but when he and the old lady finally did show up the next day at the hospital he didn't give any indication that he figured out the real cause of my beating. They didn't stay long, nor did I expect him to. Hell, I was surprised just to see them there. I figured they wouldn't bother, even though we only live a few towns away from school." I didn't get a chance to explain to Justyn about the shotgunshotgun on account of Bastian, Kevyn, Charlie and Granny J all coming into the back. "Hey JJ, you ready to go?" Bastian asked him. Justyn turned to look at his brother. "Do we have to? So soon?" "Yeah, we do kiddo. I'm sure Granny J wants to close the restaurant and relax. Plus you have to get up early tomorrow to go to work." Justyn stood there for a couple of minutes; his eyes darted back and forth between his brother and me. He turned to face me. "Do you work tomorrow?" he asked me. "Yeah, we open at four and I start soon after that. Why?" "I'll be back from work around twelve. Do you want to come back with us? I can bring you back here tomorrow in time for work." My cock started to harden again at the thought of spending the night with Justyn. Even if we didn't do anything it would still be great to spend some more time with him, especially time that I didn't have to wash dishes or do anything else that diverted my attention from him.. "I'd love to, I really would, but I've got to get these dishes done and that's going to take me another couple of hours or more." Justyn's face fell. He obviously had forgotten about the dishes. "I can take care of the dishes Tristan. You go with Justyn," Charlie answered before anyone else could say anything. "Really? You'd do that?" "Yeah, really. I would." "Thanks!" I started to put down the dishrag when Kevyn spoke up. "Maybe you should check with Granny J. It is her restaurant after all." "Oh yeah." I sheepishly turned to Granny J. She had this stern look on her face, like she was going to say no. We all stood there, awaiting her decision. It got so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Even the large industrial sized refrigerator in the back stopped it's motor. It was as though she had called for complete and utter silence. "Far be it from me to stop you two lovebirds from getting some. Just play it safe, and make sure you're back by 4:30. Charlie and I can handle the dishes." Granny J smiled at us and headed over toward the sink. "Now get out of here so we can get this finished and go to bed!" I handed the dishrag to Charlie. "Thanks Granny J." I started to head toward the door when Granny J stopped me. "Hold up there, Tristan," she said stepping in front of me. "You're not thinking of leaving without giving Granny J a hug are you?" I stooped to give her the hug she wanted. "Sorry, Granny J. I got caught up in all the excitement." She squeezed me harder than normal. "Yeah, yeah, I was young once. I remember what it was like to get some. But that's no excuse for ignoring your old Granny J!" She swatted me in the arm as I rose after hugging her. "And that goes for the rest of you!" Justyn was the next to hug her. I couldn't hear what she said to him, but I heard him answer her "I will." I ran upstairs and grabbed my coat and my toothbrush while Kevyn and Bastian said their goodbyes. This would be the first night I'd spent away from this place since I appeared on their doorstep When I got back downstairs, Kevyn and Bastian had finished their hugs and we all left the restaurant after promising Granny J I'd be back in time for the dinner rush tomorrow evening. The night air was cold and it had snowed some since I was last outside between the lunch and dinner rushes. Kevyn was leading us and he didn't turn the corner to head to the back parking lot, instead he walked up the street. Justyn and I fell into a natural walking rhythm and found ourselves side by side. We walked up the street to the department store that Granny J had taken me to the morning after I woke up. They closed early on Saturdays and the owner didn't mind if patrons of the restaurant used it after they were closed. There was only one car in the parking lot and we all climbed in. Kevyn drove and Bastian sat up front with him. Justyn and I climbed into the backseat and Justyn soon snuggled up against me as we headed off into the night. The ride back to Justyn's was a quiet affair. Neither of us spoke, and the boys up front didn't speak either. Justyn had settled into my side and I had my left arm around his chest. We stayed that way the entire way home. It took us a little under an hour to make it back to their place. It was a big old house in a nice looking neighborhood, from what I could see with just the streetlights. The driveway had two other cars parked in front of a two-car garage. Kevyn pulled in and shut the car off and Justyn extracted himself from me and we got out and went inside. We headed up to the second floor and entered into a nice kitchen living room area. I followed the guys and took my coat and shoes off. "Well, you guys have a good night. We're going to go to bed," Bastian told us as he and Kevyn headed off. "We'll see you in the morning." "Night guys," Justyn said. "Night, and thanks for letting me stay," I replied. "Anytime bro, anytime," Kevyn responded. A few seconds later I heard a door close. Justyn yawned. "That sounds like a good idea." I yawned after he did. What could I say? Yawns are contagious and for me, they seem to be super contagious. Just spotting someone yawning while they're driving in a car going the other way causes me to yawn when they do. "Do you want a glass of water?" Justyn asked heading toward the kitchen. "Sure, that sounds great." Justyn filled two glasses with ice and water and then we headed down a small hallway to his bedroom. There was enough light coming in through the blinds in the window so that he could see his way in to turn on the lamp next to the bed. It had much the same look his side of his and Justyn's dorm room had had at school. On one end of the room, there was a poster or two on the wall, a desk to study at, and a comfortable looking chair in front of it. Obviously his study area. On the other end of the room was a small dresser, a full size bed, and the nightstand with its lamp. The room was mostly neat with the bed made and not too much clutter, but it looked lived in. The bifold louvered closet door was partially open and I could spot a pair of his underwear that had not quite made it to the laundry basket on the floor inside. They looked like a pair of white FTL boxer briefs. I smiled and wondered if that was what he was wearing tonight. I shut the door behind us as he placed his glass of water on the nightstand beside the bed. I'd started to head toward the other side of the bed when he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug. My nervousness had quelled my hard-on on the way here, but my cock started to stir as we held the embrace. He then kissed me and that was it. I had a full on chubby hard enough to poke a hole through my pants in a millisecond. I could tell that Justyn was just as hard as I was. He finally broke the kiss and pulled back to look at me. "You said your father came after you with a shotgun?" We separated and headed to the bed. Justyn kicked off his shoes and laid down on top of the bedspread with his arms open. I took the hint and kicked off my shoes too and curled up in the place he had made for me. We both got comfortable and I told him my tale of the shotgun. "Yeah, he pretty much chased me out of the house the night he found out I was gay." "How'd he find out?" And with that question, I told Justyn what I could remember about being attacked, about finding the contents of my dorm room destroyed, the lack of help from the university police and heading home. I told him how I had stopped by his room and his brother had told me he wasn't around. I told him how I had gone home and had had a few peaceful days there before all hell broke loose. I explained about growing up with my father, how I was never what he wanted, how I had a small area in the basement. I told how my dad had come home from his business trip screaming and yelling and accusing me of being a faggot. I told how I took off from the house with my dad chasing me down the street with his shotgun. I told him the piece about my truck dying and my walking to Aric's in the snow. "Jayson never told me you stopped by," Justyn said when I had paused to take a drink of my water. "That asshole. How come you never called my cellphone?" "I'm terrible with numbers, remember? I had it in my cellphone but I didn't have it memorized. Plus my cellphone was destroyed in the attack." Justyn just nodded his head so I continued with my story. I'd left off telling him about heading to Aric's. I told him about the night Aric and I had spent together, just like when I was younger and my father would start in on me. I told how we went back to the park the next day and tried my truck and how Aric discovered the spray paint on the passenger sideand how we fought about it and how Aric left me in the snow with a dead truck. "He left you?" Justyn asked, running his right hand through my hair. During the course of my telling him about my life since we last saw each other we'd shifted around on the bed. He was lying with his back up against his pillows that were resting on the headboard and was I was leaning up against his chest, with my head on his pecs. It was a really comfortable position, at least for me, and I enjoyed it immensely. Plus the close contact had kept my stiffy going and it hadn't gone down at all since we had lain down. "Yeah, he did. I was ill prepared for the cold, having run out of my father's house the night before. I didn't even have my winter coat; I only had a sweatshirt on over my tee shirt. I didn't have my boots either, only my sneakers." "Wow, he didn't tell me that. He didn't make any mention of what went on between you guys." "I'm not surprised. Would you have been so eager to help him if you had known what he had done?" Justyn shifted underneath me. "No, probably not." "So as you can imagine, I'm not that keen on talking to him again. He'd always been the one good thing in my life till I had met you. No matter what tear my old man was on, no matter how much he made me feel unwanted, unloved, or unworthy, I could always go to Aric. He had always had a shoulder I could cry on, a kind word, a warm place to stay. He was there for me, and I had told him everything, except for this. This I kept to myself. Everything about being gay that I had seen on TV or read in newspapers and books made me realize that I needed to keep it to myself, so I did. And I'm glad I did, cause of his reaction." Justyn didn't say anything he just hugged me tighter. I finished up my tale by telling him how I'd walked to Granny J's and how she and Charlie had taken me in and let me live with them and work in the restaurant. "Wow." That's all Justyn could say, and I don't blame him, it was a lot of stuff to take in. "What about you? What were you up to while all that was going on for me? How'd you end up here?" "It's not quite as involved as your tale, but I'll tell you," he replied, and he did end up telling me everything that had happened to him since that day he brought me to the hospital. He'd just gotten to the part where he ended up with Bastian and Kevyn when we were interrupted by his alarm clock. "Holy shit," he said as he moved away from me and silenced the buzzing. "We've been up all night. And now I need to get ready for work." I sat up in bed and faced him. "Can't you call in sick?" "No, I can't. I'll get fired if I do, and I need this job. It's the only one I've found that I'm qualified for. I do have Saturdays off though, and now that I know where you are, I can come visit." "Yeah, that's true. How late you working?" "I only have to work the breakfast shift on Sundays. I should be home around twelve. What time do you have to be back to Granny J's?" "The restaurant opens at 4. I'm usually downstairs by 3:30 to start washing some of the dishes she used in the day's cooking." Justyn got out of the bed and proceeded to strip out of the clothes he'd been wearing. I watched as he pulled off everything right down to his underwear. Boxer briefs again, but this time in black. I smiled as I remembered what I had wondered earlier. I then got treated to a nice view of his ass as he proceeded to pull them off as well. "I'm gonna shower and then get out of here. You try to get some sleep. The guys will be asleep for a little while yet," he said as he tossed his clothes into a pile next to the closet door. So far he'd kept his back to me, and while it was a very nice backside, I really wanted to see what he had in front. Yeah, I'd already had it in my mouth, but that was so long ago. He'd kept his back to me as he walked over to his dresser and grabbed some clothes off the top of it and took some stuff out of one of the drawers. I was finally rewarded with a side view as he turned to head out of the bedroom, his arms full of clothes and across his chest. He was half hard and his cock and balls flopped as he walked out of the room. I'd gone mostly soft when he'd pulled away from me to turn off the alarm and got off the bed, but when I'd seen his ass, my cock had started to stir. When I finally saw his cock and balls my dick shot right back to full stiffness. For the last month or so I'd been getting up in the middle of the night and going into Charlie's bathroom and jerking off. Mostly cause I'm eighteen years old and horny as hell, but also cause I'm sleeping naked next to a really hot guy, and I can't do anything about it. Plus he's been known to roll over at night and spoon me, or I'll spoon him. I heard the water running the bathroom so I figured I had a few minutes before Justyn would be coming back, if he was coming back at all. He did take his clothes with him. My raging hard-on was begging for attention and I figured I'd better get it taken care of before he came back. I quickly shucked my clothes as well and lay down on the bed and started stroking it. I thought of Justyn and how he looked when he left to go shower. I thought of the fact that we were back together. I thought of him showering in the bathroom, probably doing what I was doing. It didn't take long before I felt my balls tighten up and I ended up shooting my load all over my chest. I felt the tendrils of sleep washing over me as I wiped up my cum with my underwear. I slipped under the blankets and was asleep in minutes. * * * I don't remember what woke me up, but I did awake with a feeling of "where the hell am I?" But it only took me a few seconds to remember the fact that I had spent the entire night talking with Justyn. I heard some movement in the rest of the apartment and I could smell coffee as well. I got up and grabbed my pants and shirt and put them on. I headed out of the bedroom and stopped by the bathroom and emptied my bladder. After I did that I walked into the kitchen to discover Kevyn sitting at the table reading the Sunday paper drinking coffee or possibly tea. "Morning," he said as I pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down. "Is it still morning?" I asked. I hadn't bothered to look at the clock in the bedroom and I had no idea what time it actually was. "Yeah, it's around 7:30. Bastian won't be up for a couple of more hours and Justyn is off at work. You guys get much sleep?" I yawned. "I guess I got a couple of hours and Justyn didn't get any." "Oh really? Congrats you stud!" I smiled. Well, half smiled. I wasn't completely awake yet. "No, it wasn't like that. We just got talking, comparing lives." I yawned again. "You want some coffee?" "Thanks, but no. Never touch the stuff. Don't like the taste of it. Do you have any OJ?" "Yeah, me either. Bastian likes it, but I don't." Kevyn pushed his chair away from the table. "Yeah, as a matter of fact we do. Do you want anything else? I just usually have a small something in the morning and then make breakfast for us when he wakes up." "If it's not too much trouble. I didn't get a lot to eat yesterday." Kevyn got the orange juice and poured me a glass. He then got one of those breakfast bars and gave both to me. "Thanks." "Anytime." He sat back down. Kevyn folded the paper and put it on the table away from him. After he was done with that he fixed his gaze on me. "So what happened to you, if you don't mind me asking? How come you ended up at Granny J's? I asked her but she said it wasn't her place to stay." I took a big gulp of my orange juice and put the glass down. "No, I don't mind," I answered him and with that I gave him an abbreviated tale of what I had told Justyn as we lay in his bed. Kevyn didn't say anything while I told him, he just listened. He shook his head a couple of times. "And what about you? What's your story? You're not from around here are you? I detect a different accent but I can't figure out where it's from." Kevyn smiled at me and got up to refill his teacup. "You're right, I'm not from around here. My accent is from Boston. I grew up in New England. And I've not told my parents yet." He sat back down. "So how come you ended up here? Aren't there any good schools in Boston?" "Yeah, plenty, but this school is rated very high for the major I wanted plus I wanted to get away from New England for a while, get away from everyone I knew so I could be who I was, not hide myself." "So nobody knows about you?" "Well, obviously some people do-you, Jus, Bas and a few of my friends at college. And Mrs. K, my landlady. She knows about me as well. I've always told myself I'd tell my folks when I was ready, when I was able to accept myself. Well, I've done that, but after hearing yours and Justyn's and Bastian's tales of coming out, I'm not sure I want them to now. I honestly don't know how my parents will react. I'm hoping it's better than yours, but given my father and our history together, I'm not so sure." I just raised an eyebrow at him. "My father and I have never seen eye to eye. They only had one child, me, and while I'm sure he was ecstatic that he got a son, I'm pretty sure that I'm not the son he wanted, even without his knowing I'm gay. I'm sure that would justify another item on the long list of disappointments about his son. He's a big sportsman, both watching sports on TV and participating in them. He's an avid hunter and pretty much hunts every weekend that he can. Me, on the other hand, can't stand the sport. And I'm being polite calling it a sport. I don't see any sport in sneaking up on a defenseless animal and shooting it just for fun. I never participated in any school sports growing up, preferring to read my books, to learn things. I think the only thing he ever was pleased about was the fact that I dated a girl in high school." "You did?" "Yeah. Her name was Sally. We dated most of our junior and senior years." "Did you..." "No. I was a perfect gentleman. She never really was interested in sex anyway. She was rather religious and planned to save herself for marriage. She also planned to have sex once, get pregnant and that was it. I feel sorry for whoever she ends up roping into proposing to her." "Wow." I got up and put my now empty orange juice glass into the sink. "I'm sure you know how Justyn and I met. How did you two meet?" "We both go to school here, but we didn't meet on campus, actually. We met at a karate studio in town. Fall of my junior year I decided to learn karate, figuring it would be good to be able to defend myself considering what the majority of people in this country think of people like you and me. Bastian apparently had the same idea. We were the only two guys in the class that were in college. Everyone else was either older or young kids. He asked me if I wanted to go for a cup of coffee after our first class..." "That's cute." "And I said no." "No? How come? He's cute, has a great body and is a really nice guy." "Believe me, I know how cute he is. I noticed it the first time I saw him, but I was afraid. I had no idea if he was gay or not, and I was afraid of him finding out I was, so I declined. He continued to ask me every week after that, and each week I said no. It wasn't until I ran into him at a GLBT meeting on campus that we both discovered the other was gay. The meeting got canceled and he asked me if I wanted to go for coffee. And again I refused." "You did? Even though you both knew about each other?" "Yeah, I did. You should have seen the look on his face. Talk about a sad puppy dog face. I told him that I wasn't interested in coffee, never drink the stuff either, but that I would be interested in dinner. And the rest they say is history." "Wow." "Yeah. Now I can't imagine my life with anyone else but him. What about you? What about you and Justyn? And what are you going to do about school?" That was a good question, and one I had been thinking about myself. "I don't know. I didn't finish the semester so I doubt I could go back even if I wanted to. I took one final and that was it. I missed the other two. And considering the way I was treated, I'm not sure I want to. I don't know who it was who beat me up, but I have a feeling it was some of the guys from the football team." "Do you think Justyn's twin had anything to do with it?" "I don't know. I don't know who attacked me; they wore masks. I just remember them being big and beefy. Plus I don't really know anyone else at school outside of the football team. There is my roommate Tom and there's Justyn, and of course, you and Bastian. I've always been shy around people I don't know, so it's not like I tried to make a lot of friends. So I guess what I'm saying is I don't know what I'm going to do about school." "What about Justyn? How do you feel about him?" "Justyn. It's hard to put into words. I've never felt like this before, so I'm not sure what it is I'm feeling. I never dated anyone in high school, and I never wanted to either. I wasn't sure how to do it. It's not like I could go ask my father, even if I was straight." "Do you think about him when you're not together?" "Yeah. I thought about him while we were in school together, even though we saw each other regularly. I really started thinking about him after I got to Granny J's. But I had no way to contact him. He'd never told me where home was. I'd tried to find him but I didn't have much success and given how I'd treated him when I was in the hospital, I wasn't sure if he wanted to see me again anyway." "I'd gather from the way he acted at Granny J's yesterday that he was happy to see you again." "Yeah, I guess. I just don't know what I'm going to do now though. I'm pretty sure I don't want to go back to school, even if they'd let me back and while I love being at Granny J's, I can't stay there forever. Plus I really should give Charlie his privacy back." Kevyn sat there for a few minutes, seemingly lost in thought. "What about transferring here?" "Transferring here? How? I don't know anything about the College but I'm sure I can't afford it. Granny J pays me well, probably too well, but even so, I'm sure I can't afford it." Kevyn just smiled at me. "Did Justyn tell you about his transferring here?" "No, he didn't mention that." "Oh, well, hopefully he won't get mad at me for telling you. He's decided to transfer here. The College has a program that was set up by some alumni that gives scholarships to local students who couldn't afford to go anywhere else. My best friend here, Cyrus, does work-study in the department that processes those applications. He got the stuff needed for Justyn and helped to push it through. I'm sure he could do it again." "That would be wonderful but I couldn't expect you or him to do that." "It's no problem. He's more than happy to do it, especially for a fellow gay boy. Plus I know it would make Justyn very happy." "That's really great, but there's one problem. I don't have a car. And I'm not that keen on walking from Granny J's each day to go to school." "Well, you could always move in here." "Are you serious?" Kevyn adjusted himself in his chair and was about to answer my question when the bedroom door opened and Bastian appeared. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. I thought that Justyn had an incredible body, and he does, but Bastian's body was a hundred times better. He had a lot more muscle definition without being bulky. He had a nice V shape in his upper body and a definite eight pack of abs. It was obvious that he worked out on a regular basis. He scratched his stomach as he yawned and entered the kitchen area. He leaned over to Kevyn and gave him a kiss. "Morning sweetie," he said as he headed to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Morning Tristan." "Morning Bastian." With his cup of coffee in hand, he came over to the table and sat down. "What are you guys talking about?" "Did we wake you?" I asked with some concern. I didn't want to get on the bad side of my boyfriend's older brother! Kevyn laughed as Bastian sipped his coffee. "Nothing wakes him." I smiled at them. Kevyn got up and headed toward the stove. "What can I get you guys for breakfast? French toast or pancakes?" "French toast sounds wonderful," Bastian replied. "Especially since we made some bread yesterday. That will taste really good." "French toast ok with you Tristan?" "Yeah, that's good. I've not had French toast in a while." "French toast it is then," Kevyn responded opening the fridge. Kevyn made the French toast and being made with homemade bread made it that much more delicious. While he cooked, he and I talked more about this scholarship program that the school had for local students. Bastian mostly read the paper but would chime in from time to time. I got them both to agree to not say anything to Justyn about it until I was sure I got it. I didn't want to raise his hopes up, and in some ways mine too. Justyn arrived home from work about an hour after we finished breakfast. We had a couple of hours together before I had to get back to Granny J's for work. Kevyn and Bastian disappeared somewhere so we were alone in the apartment. And no, we didn't do that! We spent both the time in the apartment and on the trip back to Granny J's talking. Talking about our past, our present and our future. We talked about what happened between us and we talked about what we wanted. We discussed our relationship and we both decided that even with my working and living with Granny J and his living with his brother and his brother's boyfriend that we'd try to make it work. We'd spend what time we could together. It wouldn't be easy, living an hour or so apart and only seeing each other on weekends, but we both really wanted to give it a try. The only thing we didn't talk about was Kevyn's suggestion that I move in with them and transfer to their school. It was what I thought I wanted to do, but I wasn't sure it would be possible. First there was getting the school transfer thingy worked out, and then I would still need to find a job, because even with a scholarship, I wanted to pull my weight wherever I lived and I wanted money to spend on the extras too. Last of all, there was a part of me that wanted Justyn to be the one to suggest it. It was great of Kevyn to make the invitation and to let me know that was an option, but I wanted to know for sure that Justyn wanted me in his life that much. It would be a big step for both of us, living together and being a couple. I was beginning to think it was what I wanted, but after all I had been through, I didn't want to be any place where I wasn't completely wanted. If Justyn asked me on his own, then I would know for sure that he did. |