Part 1
Andrew jumped at the sound of knocking at the door of the apartment he shared with his boyfriend. Quickly turning off the stove where he stood making scrambled eggs, he pulled on an old plaid bathrobe and made his way through the cardboard box maze that was their apartment. They had just moved four days ago and hadn’t bothered to unpack. Looking out the peephole as he unbolted the door, Andrew laughed.
“Forgot your keys again?” the younger boy pulled the boy before him into a warm embrace. Justin began to laugh as well.
“I don’t need my keys, I’ve got you as my butler.” Justin winked as he stepped around Andrew. He was soaked from head to toe because of the torrential rains outside, and smoothly slid off his green button down. “And apparently my personal chef.”
“Oh yeah, dinner will be ready in two minutes, I just need to pull the bread out of the oven.” Andrew stepped back into the kitchen and clicked on the light.
“You made bread?” Justin looked up from where he now sat, tugging off his boots and undoing his jeans, which were plastered to his legs.
“Don’t sound so surprised! I do more then just chop shit up at the restaurant you know. In fact, sometimes I even cook things!” Andrew’s sarcasm made Justin laugh as he finished kicking off his jeans. “But I did work all day, so the only effort I put into this bread was popping open a Pillsbury tube. I save the good stuff for the paying customers. Hey!” Andrew gasped as Justin wrapped his cold arms around the torso of his boyfriend. Turning around slowly so the shirtless boys now faced each other, Andrew spoke again. This time he was quieter, near a whisper. His eyes were no longer laughing, but held a more intense gaze on Justin.
“So is that really why you keep me around? The cooking and key-finding?” Justin shook his head slightly as the boys lips met. The stresses of their days slipped away. Andrew forgot about the appetizer he’d burned and had to pay for out of his salary, Justin the sick eight year old who’d thrown up on the floor of the class room in which he was a student teacher. All that mattered was the sensation of their tongues sliding against one another as lips parted and two became one. Tucking his finger into the boxers of the older boy, Andrew pulled them backwards out of their small kitchen into the single bedroom of the apartment. A mattress lay on the floor, surrounded by boxes and heaps of blankets. Their lips met once more, this time more hungrily as they collapsed together onto the bed. Justin smiled into the kiss as Andrew knowingly slid off their boxers, first removing his own before tugging quickly at Justin’s. With a single glance, the boys could see how much they yearned for one another and spent the next hour tending feverishly to their desires.
“Justin? Babe, are you awake?” Andrews head lay upon the shoulder of the older boy, one arm thrown across his glistening chest. Justin nuzzled his face into Andrew’s sweat soaked hair and let a contented murmur escape his lips.
“Why do you keep me around?” Andrew had lifted his head so the boys were gazing into each others eyes. Although Andrew had spoken barely above a whisper, Justin recognized the vulnerability Andrew so rarely let him see. Pulling him back to his shoulder, Justin wrapped his strong arms around the smaller boy and spoke at the same nearly nonexistent volume.
“Listen up roommate.” Justin spoke, as he gently kissed Andrew’s cheek, “You believed in me when no one else did. You told me to leave my parents behind, take a chance with this job, and you told me that I mattered. There is no where else I would rather be than with you. We made it through the hard things, baby, and now we get to be happy. And the fact that you need me to tell you why I love you makes me love you even more. I love you for that, and for everything else, so just shut up, and know it.” The best friends moved only slightly, not wanting to lose a trace of the perfection they felt, to let their lips graze against each other. Settling back into Justin’s arms, Andrew smiled.
“I thought it was for the sex.” Justin laughed loudly. Only Andrew could bring Justin from tender reassurance to wanting to jump him right then in seven words.
“This reminds me of the first time we did this.” Justin mumbled.
“Oh yeah, boyfriend? How?”
FLASHBACK… to be continued
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