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 ll probably be at home most of the time, though." I stopped there, and le
t Milo study me for a moment before he zipped up his backpack. There seeme
d to be something on his mind. "What about you?" I asked.
"My dad s having an engagement party."
"Oh. You re going?"
"Haveta, I guess," he replied, and then looked up sheepishly. "I m the best
man."
"Ah, so duty calls and all that," I remarked, and than after a moment of care
ful consideration, "Well, if you get bored or anything..."
"Ready to go?"
I felt an arm loop through mine and turned to face Haily, who couldn t seem
to figure out if she wanted to regard me expectantly or Milo suspiciously. I
frowned at that, and the way that Milo was suddenly in a hurry to leave. He
stood up, pulling his backpack over his shoulders as he did so.
"Um, yeah," I said to Haily, trying not to frown too hard when Milo suddenly
passed us without another word. "Hey!" I called after him, and he paused at
the door to glance back at me. "I ll see you later."
I ignored the way that Haily was staring at me and focused on Milo s shy no
d, just before he moved through the door, the wind catching his hair on his
way out.
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I tilted my head, trying to figure out where the muscle-bound dark-haired gu
y ended and the little blond beneath him began. Huh. Maybe it was just the c
amera angle that was confusing me. I guess it didn t matter, though. There w
as at least one nice ass to look at, high, and tight, and rounded. I traced
the curve of it with my index finger, idly wondering what Milo s ass would l
ook like without all of those clothes covering it as I pressed my hips into
my mattress against the stirring in my groin.
It had been a long time since I d had nothing better to do on a Friday night
than lay around in my room looking at porn that my brother gave me for my b
irthday. Caleb was busy with his family, Joe didn t feel like doing anything
after his community service and Haily... well, Haily was available, but I t
old her that I had things I needed to do at home. For a while now, I realize
d, I hadn t really hung out with Haily that much, just the two of us. Either
Joe, or Caleb were always there. It was alarming to realize that I wasn t e
xactly comfortable spending time with her alone. I guess that s because she
d been making it more obvious that she had feelings for me, and I wasn t qui
te ready to deal with that, let alone place myself in a situation where I mi
ght have to. It bothered me, though. It wasn t like me to be uncomfortable a
round anyone, let alone one of my best friends.
I shifted on my bed as I flipped to the next page in the magazine. It was a
nice open wide shot. I found myself stretching my jaw, mimicking the redhead
in the photo who looked rather eager to take in the long, dark-headed cock
in front of his face, even if his tongue seemed shy about moving out of his
mouth to touch it. If it were me, I decidedly wouldn t be shy. These magazin
es that Chad got me every once in a while were the only form of education I
had when it came to gay sex. I d found a few things on the internet, but I r
eally did enjoy the magazines better; it was like an illustrated textbook, a
nd I felt fully prepared to take my final exam. Hanging around Caleb all the
time left me feeling like the only one in the world who wasn t getting any.
The soft knock on my door distracted me from the page and I closed the maga
zine, sliding it beneath my white bedspread before I reached for the sketch
book I d left on the floor. I started on my most recent drawing, right wher
e I d left off, adding wavy hair to Caleb s oversized head. I d made him ca
ricature style, holding his new baby cousin.
"Come in," I called, and glanced up as my mom entered carrying a plastic b
ag, which had a pleasant odor emanating from it. "Hi, Mom."
She smiled at me, throwing her curtain of red hair over her shoulder as she
leaned down to kiss the top of my head and eye my drawing.
"Now that s adorable," she commented, placing the bag down next to me.
"I m gonna give it to Caleb, I think," I replied, putting my pencil down to re
ach for the bag.
"We brought you chicken," my mother informed me. I d been invited to dinne
r with her and my dad, but I hadn t really been hungry at the time. "Is th
at okay?"
"Smells great," I replied.
"Make sure you remember to bring leftovers up to the kitchen. You don t n
eed any science projects growing down here."
"I will," I assured her.
"Are you planning to go out tonight?" she asked curiously. "It s late. Usual
ly you re out of the house by now."
"I m staying in. Everyone s kinda busy, and... I dunno. I don t really feel li
ke doing anything."
"Oh. Okay. It s Friday."
"I know," I replied, turning my head to smile at her, hoping that she d realiz
e that there really was nothing to be worried about.
"Don t you want to invite anyone over? Maybe Milo. He was nice."
I smirked at that. "He d have to want to come over. I m fine, Mom, okay?"
"Okay," she replied, but instead of walking away, she continued to look at
me. I raised an expectant eyebrow. "Are you and Milo Trust friends?" she fi
nally asked.
I made a face. "It s hard to tell at this point," I said honestly.
"Okay... well, maybe invite him over for dinner sometime."
"I ll do that," I replied. I knew she was curious, but I really didn t feel
like explaining the complexities of how Milo and I interacted to her. She se
emed to understand, because she released an exasperated sigh and smoothed ba
ck my hair before she finally went.
"Well, your father and I are upstairs. We might be old, but we re not boring.
Come join us if you feel up for it."
I smiled. "Thanks, Mama."
I waited for her to close the door behind herself, and I stared at it for a
long moment before I dropped my sketchbook back on the floor. I reached for
my magazine, finding the page I was on, and then looked between it and the f
ood bag for several long moments of personal debate. Finally, I lifted the b
ag, placed it carefully on the floor, and then rolled over onto my back, tak
ing the magazine with me as I reached to unzip my black jeans. If I was goin
g to eat, I figured that there wasn t any harm in at least working up an app
etite first.
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Saturday was a very slow day. I did go see Caleb, and became amused to find
that he was doing more mothering for his new niece than Julie was. They d de
cided to name the baby Clair, but as far as Caleb was concerned, the choice
wasn t set in stone until they put it on the birth certificate, and little C
lair s parents were being rather indecisive.
I pulled Caleb away long enough to get him to go down to Hangman with me, a
long with Haily, and Joe, who was taking a day off from going down to the p
olice station. It wasn t a very long trip, though. Hangman was a miserable
place to be when it was windy, especially with all the sand. I hadn t even
sat down while we were there and by the time I got home, I was covered in i
t. I was also oddly tired. I hadn t done much to exert myself throughout th
e day, but that didn t stop me from taking a nap before dinner on Saturday-
-one that lasted until six thirty on Sunday morning. I guess I couldn t com
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