That evening, Matt made dinner, as Tate had made lunch -- Tate had sent down a portion of the caesar salad for Matt to eat in his studio.  While Matt was cooking, they made small talk, which was no small feat given all that had happened recently.  As they talked, Tate finally checked his email, and logged into his YouTube channel.

"They voted ( Read more... )

August 18, 2059

Matt was busy doing podcast stuff, so Tate invited Alex to join him in person for lunch.  Tate cooks well, and has reorganized the kitchen so he can find everything.  He asked Lisa for recipe suggestions, based on what ingredients were available, and what Alex likes to eat.  Lisa helps him when he can't find or identify something.  ( Read more... )

Tate pinballed between memories and guilt and uncertainty, although the pace of these thoughts slowed a bit as the Benadryl kicked in.  It was great how Matt had labeled all the bottles for him in Braille.  Just one of the small ways Matt showed he cared and was willing to change his life to include Tate.  Matt wasn't an angel, he got grumpy about ( Read more... )

August 17, 2059

When Tate woke, he could barely remember any of the trip home, or going upstairs to bed, or taking off his clothes, but here he was back in Matt's master bedroom, naked, covered by the blankets, and Matt wasn't here.  Fuck!

"Lisa, where's Matt?"

"Matt is in the podcast studio, Tate.  Should I call him for you?"

Lisa is Tate's nickname ( Read more... )

August 16, 2059

Chris sent a car to pick up Matt, so Tate could ride back home with Matt together; it's normally a three-hour drive (without emergency clearance).  Earlier this summer, as the summer began, Chris and Matt had planned a 3-day BDSM hookup that went horribly awry because of technical difficulties, and then Tate had surprisingly decided ( Read more... )

Spoilers below the cut, read the rest of the story first :-)

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( Epilogue )

August 14, 2059

They never told me the date, never even mentioned the exact year, and I didn't ask.  I was afraid off forcing them to lie, or make up a reason for not answering.

Spending time snuggling with and talking with Tate was a beautiful endless dream.  Touching his flushed, naked skin, looking at the patterns of infrared colors steaming from ( Read more... )

August 6, 2059

Matt was dreaming about his dead parents, like he does occasionally, when he felt Tate kissing him and shaking his shoulder.  He opened his eyes to a concerned face.

"Matt, wake up.  Wake up!"

"Um ... yeah, I'm waking up, why?"

Tate gave him another quick kiss but then moved to get out of the bed -- actually Tate was already dressed.

" ( Read more... )

He'd already cum like uncorking a champagne bottle earlier "today", because he's still so young.  Now after taking one of those cum volume pills, it was drenching, like half a cup I think.  I had to work at swallowing all of it, and licking up the rest.  Damn.  Not that I remember having sex with anybody else but these guys, but this was damned ( Read more... )

OK, enough thinking about impossible things and probing the interior structures of my mind, I'm ready to interact with my limited number of other humans again.

I put the blindfold back on, and told the door to open for me.  It did.  I tenatatively wandered toward where the loveseat should be.

"Hey, it's just me, Chris went back to work."

"Hey."

"Oh, ( Read more... )