Matt and Jason Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Matt and Jason Ch. 06

... into joining them. Part of me wanted to go along with them--I mean, that sounded awesome!--and I was going to miss having him around for 10 days or so. But there was no way I could integrate myself into their plans without significant questions... and what the hell, Matt was certainly allowed to have other friends and to do things with them.

In kinda sucked--being out of the office that long meant that Matt was pretty much incommunicado for the rest of the week, so there was little chance of us hanging out this week either. We decided to get together Friday night, for one big hurrah before he headed out.

The thing was, there was a history documentary premiering on Friday night... and whoo boy, was Matt excited. Part of me could only shake my head. The man loved watching a history documentary more than a pig loved rolling around in shit, and he had been waiting for this particular one more anxiously than most guys wait for the next "Star Wars" flick. So, we agreed that we would bypass the usual Friday night carousing at Town Hall, and have a private viewing at my place. Followed by some post-premiere fun.

Matt was stoked.

With the extra free time on my hands during the week, I had an idea for Friday night, and worked to put everything into place.

Friday came, and Matt showed up right on cue. His eyes were... bright, you know? Flashing. More excited than a little kid on Christmas. And he had that damn half-smile going that always knocked me to my knees. He ...

... came in hard for a sloppy kiss. I obliged, but he was surprised when I knocked his pawing hands away and said, "Hold on there, cowboy. I'm getting ready to put dinner on the table, and I don't want it to get cold."

"Aw c'mon," Matt whined. "It's been a rough week, and I've been thinking about you all day. Don't make a man beg!"

"No! Seriously, sit your ass down. I made dinner, and I don't want it to get cold!"

"Dinner? You made... dinner?" Matt asked, curiously. "I didn't think you liked to cook."

"SIT! If this gets cold, I will kick your scrawny ass!"

Genuinely intrigued, Matt sat his (very-much-NOT-scrawny) ass down. "Cool man. I'm on board... so what are we having?"

"Tonight, we're having Greek!"

"Wow, are you serious?"

"Yeah," I said while bringing forth a pair of steaming plates. "I'm never going to remember its real name, but what we have here is oregano chicken, roasted Greek potatoes, and some veggies... with some homemade tzatziki. With all the garlic, we're both gonna have some fire-breath, but at least we won't have to worry about vampires for the rest of the night."

"Hmmohlee shmidt, ehs es fuhkn auhmuzun," Matt responded, mouth full. He had pretty much been stuffing his face the minute the plate touched the table. It didn't turn out quite perfectly, but it was damn good... and it was cool watching him wolf it down with such obvious pleasure. He barely stopped to take a breath.

It was only when his dinner was about half-gone that Matt ...