Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2012 00:18:07 -0500
From: Leo Stefano <leo.stefano.1990@gmail.com>
Subject: Lust in Miami Chapter 1

Hello all, and welcome to Lust in Miami! I've been "using" Nifty for a few
years now, and I've always been very...interested in the way authors depict
growing love, scenes between people and settings. I have decided to try my
hand in writing a story! There may be more chapters. There may not be. I am
not going to say it depends on how much reception I get from this story,
but it will depend on how much time I have to commit to a series.

As I have seen, I apparently have to include a disclaimer. I am above age,
meaning I can legally write this story. If you are not of legal age to read
this, leave now. If it is illegal to read this in your state, territory, or
local government district, please leave now. This story will eventually
depict people of high school age in some very descriptive gay sex scenes.
If that bothers you, leave...now. If not, I hope you enjoy my story.

This story and its characters belong explicitly to the author, and may not
be reproduced in any way, shape or form outside of the author's explicit
authorization.

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- Leo

Lust in Miami

Ch. 1 – The Beginning and the End

My eyes fluttered open, and I knocked over the empty whiskey bottle on my
nightstand from jerking awake so quickly. The pounding in my head was
already starting. A feint blue could be seen out of my windows, and I knew
the sun would be clawing its way over the horizon soon. I could feel how
wet my dick still was after last night's...activities. I looked to my right
and there was the guy I brought home with me. His name started with an
"R"...I think. To be honest, I thought I was over blondes.

"Wake up." I shook his shoulder. His grogginess was apparent but I knew
exactly what to say to wake him up.

"A cab is waiting for you downstairs. Leave." His eyes opened, and turning
to me he grinned.

"I should have guessed you'd send me away." He leaned in and trailed a
finger down my chest. "It was fun. My ass is still leaking."

I rolled my eyes and pulled away from him. He sighed and nodded. "See you
later." I doubted it.

Once he was gone, I stepped out of my bed, naked, and walked into my
en-suite. I let the water from the shower wash away the sweat and grime
from last night. Pouring my body wash into my hands, I lathered the pine
scented soap and began rubbing it into my muscles. There was not a sore
muscle on my body – I don't dance when I go to clubs. But massaging the
lather into my skin felt amazing. I made sure to soap up my underarms and
chest, and made my way to my groin. My dick was still puffed up, and
covered in my cum. Lathering it up, I weighed it in my hand. I love my
dick, even though sometimes it can get me into the worst trouble. Thank
fuck my parents had the foresight to have me cut.

I finished with my legs, rinsed off the soap, and grabbed a towel from the
counter. It was cold in my room today. Going into my closet, I threw on
some sweats and a tee and stepped into the hallway.

There was no sign of anyone upstairs, so I made my way to the first floor
and entered the kitchen. There I found my mother sitting at the breakfast
table while the housekeeper was serving her orange juice. Although it was
only 5:30 a.m., my mother is an even earlier morning riser than myself.

"Good morning mother. How was your night?"

Looking up from her newspaper, she gave me a disapproving glare. "A lot
quieter than yours was, apparently. Must you insist on bringing your rabble
home, Matthew?"

I raised an eyebrow and grinned at her. "Well mother, I would set them up
in a hotel suite downtown, but I figured it would be easier to have sex
with them under your roof. It rather ups the wow factor, don't you think?"
I gestured to the view of the Atlantic ocean from our penthouse out the
window.

"Hmm, and here I thought a visit to your father's would have steered you
away from those proclivities." Turning away, she took a sip of her juice
and continued, "Well, far be it from me to stop you. Just make sure next
time they don't throw up on the foyer rug? Maria had a terrible time this
morning cleaning it up."

Smiling, I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and nodded. "Anything
for you, mother." I grabbed my car keys from one of the kitchen drawers and
headed down the elevator. Walking through the parking garage I hopped into
my Audi and peeled out of the building. The sun still had not come up over
the water, and the beach was looking rather empty for an early Saturday
morning. I pulled up to Equinox, the gym, and handed my car keys to the
valet. The kid looked to be about 16, and was of obvious Latino descent
like most of the people here. He had a nice ass.

As I worked on my arms I checked out the guys here on the second floor of
the building. Most were middle-aged men probably getting a workout in
before having to pretend to be interested in golf while settling a business
deal. Shaking my head I figured my father was probably doing the same thing
back in New York. Taking a break, I took a second to check out the younger
guys on this floor. Many were in their late 20s and were doing some serious
reps. Most were tanned, but not from genetics I would guess. There were a
few people around my age; the early risers of the world, getting it done
before the day even starts. Smiling to myself, I started on the treadmill.

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After about 40 minutes my phone went off. Jason wanted me to meet him at
the new place on Ocean for breakfast.

Jason has been my best friend since we were little kids growing up in Key
Biscayne. Our fathers were both litigators in the same firm and our mothers
ran in the same social circles, so it only made sense for us to get to know
one another. Growing up we learned how to jerk off, smoke weed, and spend
money. The week my father and mother split up he convinced his parents to
take me to their lodge in Aspen and we hung out there smoking and drinking
until I was ready to come back home. When I came out to him, instead of
rejecting me like I thought he might, he took me out to the skankiest gay
club in the city and made sure I danced with every guy in the place. Jason
was a really good friend to me and I cared for him a lot.

I received my car from the valet with the nice ass and drove down Lincoln
road. Living in Miami was not without its benefits, and a huge variety of
places to eat from was one of them. I parked in front of the new restaurant
and walked in. The place was done tastefully, a little European mixed with
a little Caribbean. The restaurant was empty, and I could tell I was early
to meet Jason. I sat down at a table facing the street. The ceiling fans
were turning, but I knew that was just for aesthetics since the industrial
air conditioner was the one doing the work of cooling the room down. Not a
benefit of Miami? The heat coupled with humidity.

My waiter came around to my right side. He was dressed in a pale blue linen
shirt with white trousers. There was something familiar about him.

"Good morning, my name is Jonathan. Are you ready to order sir?" I noticed
how his shirt, though not tight, showed off his slim body. The trousers
didn't hide his ass either. Looking into his face, he had soft looking
lips, warm hazel eyes that showed off his European ancestry, and sun-kissed
skin. My dick began to grow in my sweats.

"I'll have the omelet with everything, an order of the turkey bacon, and an
espresso." As he wrote my order down I added, "My friend is going to be
here in a few minutes. Just get him the same as well." The waiter,
Jonathan, nodded and walked to the back. Glancing at my phone I checked to
see if I had any messages. 19 missed calls and 25 voicemails. I knew
exactly who they were from. Rolling my eyes, I tried killing some time by
flinging birds at pigs. Yeah, the game is old and totally over, but it was
fun and a tremendous stress reliever. Before I knew it, I saw Jason's BMW
parallel park behind my car.

"What's up dude?!" Jason gave me a bro hug and sat down. He was definitely
more of a hyper surfer dude than the chem nerd he really is, but God works
in mysterious ways...or so I hear.

"So Matt, what the fuck happened after last night?"

I took a sip of water. "What do you mean?"

"I mean one second you're taking shots with me and the next all I see is
your skinny little ass leaving the place and an even skinnier and littler
ass hanging on your arm!"

"First of all, my ass is not skinny." Jason snickered. "Second of all,
what's it to you?"

"I guess you fucked him then?"

Looking down at my phone I said, "Yeah, and my mom wasn't happy about it."

"What do you mean? I thought your mom was cool with you dating guys."

"I'm not dating anyone, Jay. It just so happens he couldn't hold his liquor
and he threw up the moment we came in through the door. My mom was pretty
pissed."

Jason just laughed into his water and smiled. "Well, I guess it's time for
you to stop picking up so many people from bars then, right?"

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and you're the archbishop now?"

"Pssh, at least the archbishop worships only one guy."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, nothing." He took another sip of water and looked off to the
side.

"Jay, what is it?"

He looked me in the eye and sighed. "Okay look, I'm probably the last
person that can tell you what to do with your love life –"

"Damn straight! You fuck everything that moves!"

Rolling his eyes, he continued, "- but I'm worried about you Matt. Ever
since you came out to me, you've become a little...I don't know, a little
promiscuous."

Squinting my eyes I looked right at him. "And since when are you so chaste
that you can judge me?"

"I'm not judging you, dude."

"It sure sounds like it from where I'm sitting."

"I'm just wondering if what you're doing is really making you happy." The
worried look on his face made me think. Maybe I would get a little carried
away with the whole one night stand thing. But Jason was seriously the last
person on the planet who could tell me anything about my love life. He
wasn't exactly known for being a loyal romantic. He had never had a steady
girlfriend before – not that there weren't a million girls at school who
would want to give it a try.

"Look, the day I need help figuring out how to successfully go on three
dates in one night, I'll come to you." He grinned and quietly laughed at
his own memory. "In the meantime, I will do whatever makes me happy and
whatever makes me feel good, okay?"

After a moment he shrugged and nodded. "I guess that's fair."

Once a few moments of silence passed, our waiter came around and delivered
our food. As he set the plates down in front of us, he noticed Jason and
his eyes grew wide. After setting down our dishes, he turned and walked
away, but while I began to dig in, Jason just looked at Jonathan's
retreating form.

Waving my fork in front of him, I said, "Earth to Jason."

"Huh?" He looked at me. "Oh, sorry."

"What's up?"

"Nothing." He began to pack his mouth full of food. I grinned at him and
kept eating my food.

Once we were done, and waiting for the waiter to bring the check, I looked
at my phone again. 23 missed calls and 29 voicemails. Someone was getting
persistent. When I looked up from my phone, I could see Jason was glaring
at someone behind me. I turned around and all I could see was Jonathan
walking towards us. I turned back around to look at Jason and waved my hand
in his face.

"So, are you going to tell me why you have the death glare on your face or
what?"

Jason looked at me. "No."

Taken aback, I said, "What do you mean no?"

"It's none of your business, Matt."

Eyes widened, I stood up from my chair. "Well then I guess I should just
leave." I walked out the door and onto the steps of the restaurant.

What the fuck was that? I was about to get into my car when I realized I
forgot my phone inside. I stepped back into the place when I heard raised
voices. "- you not to fucking come back!" That was Jason's voice.

"I'm sorry, but I had to come back!" Jonathan?

"Oh, so you just had to come back to ruin everyone's life again?" What the
hell was going on?

"I came back for my family. I would never hurt anyone like that! I told you
it wasn't my fault it happened!"

"Right, you're just a fucking saint while he was the anti-Christ, right?"
Who were they talking about? What's going on?

"Look Jason, I'm really sorry, but it wasn't my fault my brother turned out
to be a complete maniac. I am sorry about what he did. But all I did was
stop him from hurting anyone else!"

"You little fucker, you hurt the person I probably love most in the world!
Matt didn't deserve to have that happen!" At the mention of my name, I just
had to stop them. I had an idea of what they were talking about.

"Jonathan?" They both froze.

"Matt! I thought you left!" I looked at Jason's horrified face.

"Jonathan?" He looked at me. "You're Anthony's brother?"

He nodded, and then I could see it. The warm skin. The arched brows. The
dark hair. The firm, set jaw. Those hazel eyes...those fucking hazel eyes.

"Matt, let's go. Let's just leave" I looked at Jason and nodded.

I grabbed my phone from the table, and as Jason and I walked out, Jonathan
cried out. "Matthew, I'm sorry!"

I got into my car, with Jason climbing in next to me, and collapsed on the
steering wheel, a gasp and whimper escaping my lips. The memories broke
through the dam I built up in my mind. The dates, the music, the smells,
the love, and the betrayal.

Fucking Anthony.

Jason draped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me into him. I relaxed
a little and wiped the lone tear from my eye. "What the hell is he doing
here?"

"That's what I was asking him." Jason looked down at me. "Are you going to
be okay?"

I looked down at my lap and nodded softly. "Yeah...yeah, it was just the
shock of seeing him...he looks so much like..."

"Yeah, I know Matt." After a pause he said, "Look, let me drive you home
and we can...I dunno, hang out or whatever." I closed my eyes. I really
didn't want to talk about this, and I knew hanging around Jason it would
come up one way or another, but I did not want to be alone right now.

As we switched sides, my phone went off. I looked at the screen. A picture
came up in sharp clarity with a name across the top.

"Who is it Matt?"

"It's Anthony. What should I do?"

He looked at me and sighed. "What you've been doing ever since you left him
four months ago. Ignore it."

I felt a pang of guilt cross my heart when I hit the red ignore button, but
I just couldn't deal with him. Not now...and maybe not ever.

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The drive to my house was a short one. It was already getting hot since the
sun was hanging low in the sky, and it would only get hotter once the day
dragged on. Summers were brutal here.

Up in my room, Jason made himself comfortable and hopped onto my bed. I
didn't want to tell him what had transpired on my bed the night before, but
once I started laughing I couldn't help myself.

"What the fuck are you laughing at Matt?"

I tried to restrain myself. "Nothing Jay. Nothing."

"Yeah fucking right. Tell me."

Restraints and I never saw eye-to-eye anyway. "You're lying down on top of
two guys' cum. Just thought you should know." I cocked my head and walked
over to my closet. I heard quick rustling and sheets being tossed on the
floor. When I looked back Jason was lying down on a naked bed. I snickered
and went into my closet.

A walk-in was always something I wanted, and when my parents decided on
this place it was all I could do to keep from jumping up and down in
joy. It was a relaxing space with lots of mirrors and carpeting. I took off
my sweats and tee and pulled on some shorts and a tank-top.

Walking back in Jason was talking on his phone in a hushed voice. "Just
make sure he doesn't come back to the city, okay?...No, Matt doesn't need
to know that I'm keeping tabs on him...just do your fucking job and report
to me, okay? And make sure my father hears nothing of this." He slammed his
phone down onto the bed and sighed heavily.

Pretending not to have heard anything, I walked up to him. "So, anything
new? Besides you loving me, of course." I rolled my eyes and walked to my
desk.

He looked me up and down and whistled. "Fuck, if I wasn't straight I
wouldn't let you out of this room."

I winked at him. "You're just lucky you're bigger than me."

Jason had a puzzled look on his face. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing, I just can't stand being topped by a guy smaller than me." I sat
down at my desk and swiveled the chair towards my bed.

Jason's eyes bugged out. "Wait, since when do you bottom?"

"I don't, I've just done it a few times. It's okay." I shrugged.

"Did you ever...you know...with...?" I rolled my eyes. I have to give him
credit. He held out for a full ten minutes.

"Do we have to talk about him now?" I leaned back and put my hands behind
my head. "Can't we just relax here?"

"Yeah Matt, let's pretend we didn't just see the brother of your
ex-lover. The ex-lover who was your first lover, I might add. And the
brother who tore the two of you apart. Want to play a board game while
we're at it?" He rolled his eyes. "We are gonna talk about this now."

"Fine. What do you want to talk about?"

He rubbed his chin for a few seconds in thought. "Tell me about how you two
met."

"Jay, come on. You already know that story. It's old news. This is all old
news."

"Yeah, well pretend I didn't know this old news."

I drew in a quick breath and exhaled. "Fine." He leaned back onto my bed.

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Friday April 8, 2011

It was two days after partying with Jay. I was hung over as hell, but I
couldn't let my mother see because I was still trying really hard to
convince her to let me stay with my father in New York for our annual
summer hang-outs. Partying on a Wednesday is really stupid, especially
since I knew I had to go to school the next two days. Anyway, being in my
hung-over state, and my mind wandering elsewhere, I wasn't exactly paying
attention to where I was walking. I was glancing down at my phone because
Jason sent me a text remarking how badly he needed his third Bloody Mary
for the day; that's when I first knocked into him.

We both fell back onto our asses and I landed pretty hard on the school's
marble floor. Luckily my bag kept me from hitting my head on said floor,
but big guy over there wasn't so lucky. I heard the crack on the marble and
my heart stopped. I looked over at him and his eyes were closed.

I rushed to his side and looked into his face. The lips were pouted
perfectly, his skin was the color of melted caramel, and his hair was black
as coal. He was beautiful...and he also wasn't breathing.

Going to a private school teaches you a lot of things; one was to worry
about the legal repercussion of anything you do on school grounds. The
other was to teach you the legal repercussions of doing nothing. With one
hand pitching his head back, I lowered his jaw with my other hand and
covered his lips with mine. Breathing for him was simple enough, but it was
his taste that was getting to me. I sensed some chocolate and vanilla with
a hint of honey, and I wanted more. While still breathing steadily I
invaded his mouth with my tongue, and it was heaven. His mouth was hot and
tasted like the most luxurious candy. I wanted more. I wanted to dive into
him and never come back again.

That's when I noticed his eyes were open. And he was tonguing me back. And
I knew I made a terrible mistake.

Blushing furiously, I stood up and stepped away from him. He looked
straight into my eyes and gave me the biggest smile I had ever seen. His
perfect white teeth were marvelous and his eyes crinkled.

"Hello, I'm Anthony Van Rossen. Wanna help me up?"

I was taken aback and still blushing madly. I held my hand out without
looking at him and helped him up. The warmth of his hand surprised me, and
it engulfed me.

Still not being able to look at his eyes, I sputtered, "You `kay?"

He nodded and smiled again. Fuck, my knees went weak. Then I remembered
where we were. The main corridor of a school. The main corridor of a
private Catholic school. The main corridor of a private Catholic school
that was packed full of teenaged boys staring at Anthony and I. My heart
plummeted.

Somehow he sensed my uneasiness and looked at the crowd. "Damn, I can't
believe my parents paid $50,000 to send me to a school that has other
students that'll knock me out when I bump into them! We might as well have
axe murderers be our teachers!" The crowd laughed and hollered at the joke
and began to disperse. I myself began walking away when I felt a hand on my
shoulder. A large, warm hand.

He turned me around, but I still couldn't look him in the eye. He placed a
finger gently under my chin, and tipped my head up.

To be honest, most people aren't tall enough to make me look up to talk to
them. Jason was one exception. But I barely reached this guy's chin. It was
intimidating...and my dick was harder than it ever was before.

"So, what's your name?"

I was lost. I finally looked into his eyes and knew I could never escape
them. They were green. No, blue. No, they were honey. Shit...they were
beautiful. And I was fucked.

"M-Matthew. Matthew Baron." I shot my hand out at him. "Nice to meet you."

He grinned slyly and pulled me in with my hand. I could swear that was his
flashlight poking me in the thigh, except flashlights aren't customary on
Catholic school grounds. I gulped.

"It's really nice to meet you Matthew...and your tongue." I think my face
became the color of our school uniforms right about then. Any guesses as to
what that color may be?

He leaned in closer. "How's about we get to know each other a little more?"
He reached into my pocket and grazed my dick. I almost died. Thinking he
wanted more, I leaned my groin into him more. Except he didn't want
more. He wanted my phone.

He tapped away on the screen for a few seconds and then handed my phone
back to me. Licking his bottom lip, he said, "You taste good, you know?"

"How good?" I shuddered at my courage.

He grinned and leaned into my ear. "Almost as good as I think your dick
would taste."

No! I would rather be a coward! "Uhh...God, do you do that to everyone?"

His killer smile flashed across his face again. "Nah, I don't think the
straight boys would appreciate the art of pick-up lines the way you do. Not
mine, at least." He picked his bag up off the floor. "So, when I send you
my text message, what are you gonna do?"

I looked down at my phone and saw what he put as his contact ID. "I'm going
to try my best not to laugh at seeing `Anthony the Great' pop up on my
phone and respond in a very well-mannered amount of time."

He crinkled his eyes and leaned in close. "I use that nickname for a
reason. Maybe when you see my text you'll understand why." With that, he
shouldered his bag and walked away.

Then I saw his ass.

That's when I knew I was fucked for good.

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Jason just laid there on my bed, dying of laughter.

"Shut up Jay!"

Settling down, he raised his hands up in protest. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'm
sorry. But my God. I mean the part about the eyes was good enough, but the
ass? You have to tell that story at my mom's next fundraiser!"

Rolling my eyes and getting up from my chair, I pushed him off of my
bed. "Come on, let's go watch some movies or something."

"But wait Matt, I need to know what he sent you!"

"Oh God, Jay, are we really doing this? I thought you just wanted to know
how we met."

"Yeah, at first. But you know me. I'm a sucker for Gossip Girl, and I'm a
sucker for gossip. That's what's happening now!"

I looked at him incredulously. "Yeah, except you have no girlfriend, we are
not in Brooklyn, and I am not going to give you pointers on how to have a
threesome, remember?"

"Who said I'm Dan?" He snickered and settled back onto my bed. "Now, onto
the story."

"Just hold your horses dude." He snorted at that. "Let me get some water."

Walking into my hallway, I slid down the wall and hugged my knees. It was
all fun and games for Jason, but this was killing me. Talking about Anthony
brought back so many memories of him I was trying to push away. I could
still feel his touch on me. His piercing eyes were still in my memory. And
his smell...damn you Jay!

I picked myself off the floor and headed to the kitchen. There, a note from
my mother hinted at her wanting to meet me for dinner tonight at some
restaurant nearby.  I refolded the note and left it on the
counter. Grabbing a bottle from the fridge, I started walking back to my
room when the house phone began to ring. I picked up the receiver. "Baron
Residence, how may I help you?"

A long pause. "...Matthew?"

I froze up. No. No! What the hell! "Um, y-yes this is him." Fuck you,
voice! Be stronger!

"It's me. We need to talk."

This is the last thing I wanted. This is why I have been ignoring his calls
for months. He could convince me to do anything he wanted. He still had me
wrapped around his little finger.

Still, I tried my best. "We have nothing to talk about."

I could hear him sigh into his microphone. "Please Matthew. We need to talk
about things."

"You had plenty of time to do that when we were together! Now it's over and
I am moving on."

"Yes, Jonathan has told me of your recent...pursuits." My breathing
stopped. Fuck.

"So that's why you called. What's it to you?"

"It's everything to me, my little M." Asshole. He used the nickname. His
nickname for me!

"Listen, you...you jerk – " That's seriously the best I could do!? "-
I'm not listening to you anymore. You had your chance with me. You blew
it. And I mean you seriously fucking bombed it out of the water. So don't
call here telling me we have to talk, because you can't tell me what to do
anymore! I am done!"

"...So hang up."

That caught me off-guard. "What?"

"Hang up. You say you're done? Then hang up."

"You think I won't? I will!"

"Then do it already."

This time the long pause was on my end. Shit. "I...uh, I...uh-"

"That's what I thought. I'll meet you at Capital Grill at 7 sharp."

"What makes you think I'll even show up?"

A soft chuckle on the other end. "I know you. Remember?" And with that he
hung up.

Fuck.

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I walked back into my room and there Jason was relaxing on my bed.

"So, what was that all about?"

I stopped in the doorway. "What do you mean?"

"Oh please, Matt, I know how loud you can be when you're pissed, and you
were getting really pissed at someone over the phone!"

"It was no one. Just someone trying to sell me some stupid vacuum."

"Really? Who would have thought they would try to sell you a vacuum over
the phone in this area?"

"Yeah, he he." My laugh was deadpanned. "Who would have thought?"

Jason raised an eyebrow. Even if he wasn't convinced at least he didn't
pursue it further. "Okay, well let's raid the kitchen and then we can do
something else."

"Oh, you mean you don't want to continue to embarrass me with questions
about my relationship? I'm so blessed!" I walked out of the room, followed
by Jason, and we entered the kitchen. That's when I saw the note from my
mother.

"Shit!"

"What is it?"

I picked up the note. "I forgot my mom wanted to meet for dinner tonight!"

"So? It's not even noon yet."

And then I realized I was on the verge of telling Jason all about my forced
"date" with Anthony. I almost fucked myself over. "Yeah you're right. He
he, I guess I get crazy about the stupidest things."

Jason gave me the side eye and nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly what
that is."

Ignoring the comment, I pulled out my phone. "Jay, I need to make a quick
call. I'll just be a minute, okay?" Jason nodded, and I walked out of the
room. I scrolled through the contacts on my phone until I found it. Anthony
the Great. Even after all this time, I still haven't changed his contact
ID. Tapping on the number, I put the phone up to my ear. My heart was
beating furiously, my hands were sweating, and my head began to feel
light. That all lasted two rings, because on the third, the line was picked
up.

"Matt. What a pleasant surprise."

Fuck, I can't do this. "H-hi Anthony."

"Oh Matt, come now. You can call me Tony. You always did."

"Listen Anthony, this isn't a social call."

"Oh." His voice became cold. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your call
then?"

Sighing, I continued. "I forgot to mention that my mother and I are having
dinner tonight. When you called me earlier you caught me by surprise and I
forgot to mention it."

"I see. Hmm...and this is not a dinner that can wait?"

"I'm sorry Anthony, but I made a commitment to see my mother first. You
know how I am with loyalty. It's extremely important to me." I knew the
snide comment would get him.

"Really? Well, I am the last person in the world who wants to test that
loyalty and value of commitment. Tell you what, I will reschedule. But only
for you." I rolled my eyes at that.

"Wonderful." The relief that washed over me was intense. "I am so sorry we
couldn't do this tonight."

"We will eventually."

"Thank you for understanding Anthony."

"Before you go, Matt, may I ask a favor of you?"

"Uhhh, sure." Uh-oh.

"Answer your phone calls." The line went dead. Shit, he was mad.

Sighing heavily, I pocketed my phone and went back into the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and gathered some stuff for Jason and myself to eat. He
eventually walked back into the kitchen and sat down at the counter. I
started frying some bacon and began to get the eggs ready. I glanced over
at Jason. "Hey, wanna stop being a freeloader and help me out a bit?"

He glanced up from his cell phone and grinned. "Why, buddy? You're doing
such a great job on your own and I would hate to ruin your `groove'."

I had to laugh at that. "Idiot." Before I knew it, he had my arm up behind
my back and had me pressed up against the counter.

Whispering in my ear, he said, "I bet you won't say it to my face."

I turned my head towards him and said, "Idiot." I giggled and gave him an
Eskimo kiss.

"Arghhh! Gay germs!" With that, he stole a piece of bacon and ran out of
the kitchen. I laughed again and continued with the eggs.

Then, out of nowhere, the landline began to ring. "Baron Residence, how may
I help you?"

"Oh Matthew, thank goodness you answered." It was my mother. "I'm so glad I
didn't have to call you on your cellphone."

"Hello, mother. How is your day going?"

"Well, darling, I just received the most interesting call to my office just
now. It was Anthony Van Rossen's mother."

My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach. "O-oh?"

"Yes, Matthew. She wanted to meet me and catch up on old times. You know, I
haven't spoken to her ever since you and her son had that falling out this
past spring."

"I can't imagine why, mother. You two have known each other for years now."

"Hmmm. You really don't know why?" I could hear the dripping sarcasm in her
voice. "Matthew, whatever happened between you and that boy is your
business. I just hope this is not another one of those dinners where I wind
up paying someone to stay...quiet. Do you understand me?"

"Wait, a dinner?"

"Yes, Mrs. Van Rossen wants to meet me for dinner at Pied a Terre tonight."

"Tonight? But I thought you and I were going out to dinner tonight?"

"Well darling, I know you were so looking forward to it, but I honestly do
want to lose the Van Rossen's again after what happened last spring." My
mother was in consulting and worked with the Van Rossen family in their
business for years. "I'm sure you will understand."

"Of course mother. In any event, I hope your dinner goes well."

"Thank you Matthew. Do not do anything crazy tonight, please?"

"Yes mother. Goodbye." I hung up.

Well, at least now I have a night to myself. And honestly, I didn't feel
like going out to pick up some skank from yet another gay club in the
city. A movie and pizza sounded really good.

But before I could get back to my eggs, my cellphone rang. And can you
guess who it was?

"Hello Anthony. What can I help you with now?"

"I don't know Matthew. Perhaps you would change your mind and go to dinner
with me tonight?"

"I'm sorry Anthony, but I just finished telling you I am going out to
dinner with my mother tonight."

"Yes, you did tell me that. The only exception now is that you two are no
longer going out tonight, correct?"

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "How do you know that?"

"Well, after we got off the phone earlier I, told my mom how much your
mother missed their professional and social relationship, and wanted to
invite her out to dinner. I recommended tonight to do so. I knew your
mother wouldn't mind rescheduling."

My blood began to race. "Why did you do that?"

"I told you earlier, I need to talk to you."

"You also said you would reschedule!"

"I did, Matt. I rescheduled your dinner date with your mother. See how easy
it was?"

Dammit. "Fine, Anthony. ONE dinner tonight, and that is it. I assume it is
still Capital Grill at 7?"

"You assume correctly, my Matthew." I rolled my eyes. "And don't roll your
eyes."

I smiled. Ah, of course he would know when I roll my eyes. "See you then."
I pressed the end call button on my phone and threw it on the
counter. Fuck! That asshole! Who the hell does he think he is? Maybe one
little dinner with my mother doesn't really matter, but saying it was easy
to have her reschedule was just mean.

Dammit!

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Eventually, Jason left around 4. We spent most of the day just being lazy
and hanging around the apartment. When he left, I talked to the housekeeper
and let her know not to worry about preparing a meal for dinner
tonight. Once that was taken care of, I walked into my closet to choose an
outfit for dinner tonight with Anthony.

On the one hand, I could dress like a slob and show him I really don't care
enough about our meeting to take it seriously at all. On the other hand, I
could dress as amazing as I possibly could, emphasizing my best physical
attributes, wearing luxurious fabrics and beautiful patterns, showing him I
have not only moved on and become more sophisticated, but that I have also
embraced my sexuality and my ability to drive men and women to a
lust-driven madness.

This was hopeless.

Taking a shower I made sure to use my signature pine-scented soap. It was
fresh with a hint of spice, and it set off perfectly against my Tom Ford
cologne. May hair was a different story, and wasn't so easy to battle.

The color is a nice dark brown; it is wavy with a small curl on the ends,
so styling is not difficult. But the thickness of it made it difficult to
even brush through it, so I had to make sure to put in a small amount of
styling wax to make sure the whole mass doesn't shift to the wrong side.

I decided to put on a pair of charcoal slacks. The cut was simple, and they
hugged my butt and legs in just the right way. I threw on a lavender dress
shirt with pearl buttons that contrasted nicely with my light
skin. Deciding on some dark brown slip-ons, I looked at myself in the
mirror. I liked what I saw.

There in the mirror stood a guy with nicely styled dark brown hair that
wasn't curly and wasn't straight, but had a unique wave to it and a texture
that looked luxurious. His light skin showed he cared about his skin and
refused to damage it in the sun's rays. His build was trim and
broad-shouldered, and his height made up for him not being ripped. The wide
chest gave way to a flat stomach and tight naval. Slim hips rounded into a
high, taught butt. Long legs ended with nice-sized feet. Everything looked
perfect and beautiful. Everything except the eyes.

These eyes were what I hated most about myself, and that's probably what
makes me an eye guy. I have heterochromia. My left eye is a light shade of
brown and my right eye is a dark green. Each eye is okay on its own, but
together they look stupid. I hate that they make me stand out when I am
with friends, or that it's that first thing people notice about me. Yeah, a
lot of people I know say it is a nice characteristic that makes me
unique. I say fuck that, I would rather have two black eyes.

I took one last glance at myself in the mirror and grabbed my phone. Taking
traffic into account it should take me thirty minutes to get to the
restaurant. I checked the time and saw it was 6:20. Taking my keys from my
nightstand, I pocketed my phone, and left the apartment.

Driving through traffic gave me a chance to think over what I would say
when I met Anthony. It has been almost 5 months since I've seen him, and I
have no idea what I would talk to him about. We didn't exactly leave things
on good terms. Matter of fact, we left things in a terrible state. Rather,
I left him and he was in a terrible state.

No, Matt, come on. Don't think about that. This dinner is an opportunity to
put everything in the past and finally come to terms with what happened. I
was extremely hurt, and I in turn hurt him by leaving, but with this dinner
maybe I would have a chance to move on and finally leave our relationship
in the past.

I pulled up to Capital Grill, and left my keys with the valet. Walking in I
was reminded of the time my father brought us all out to have a celebratory
dinner to announce his acquiring a huge client to represent in New
York. Having this client meant he would be traveling between Miami and New
York, but he said it would give our family an opportunity to grow and
thrive. In the end, it was the reason my parents separated.

Oh yeah, happy memories in this place.

The foyer of the building was beautiful; on one side of the room was the
bar area stocked to the ceiling with all kinds of liquors and drinks, while
on the other side of the room a staff of hosts waited to seat diners. I
walked up to one of them. "Hello, I am waiting for Anthony Van Rossen?"

The pretty seating hostess glanced at the monitor in front of her. "Oh yes,
he is waiting at the bar. Would you like to join him?"

The bar was right behind me, and turning around would mean I would have to
look for him. "Oh, no I can just wait here until the table is ready." The
seating hostess nodded and gave me a small smile. I stayed standing by the
counter, glancing at all the people waiting for their tables or seats at
the bar. I kept looking at my phone nervously, waiting and praying
anxiously that someone would send me a text or at least post on my wall.

Nothing. Apparently, everyone was too busy on a Saturday night to even go
on Facebook or take a quick stroll through their contacts. I made a mental
note to punish everyone listed in my phone for not texting me at that
precise moment. I then saw the hostess I spoke to walk to the bar. I didn't
dare turn around to look at who she was speaking to, but I had a pretty
good idea.

I heard several footsteps come up behind me, and that's when it hit me.

That cologne. It was subtle mix of sandalwood and honey. Only one person I
know uses that scent. And I would know that scent anywhere, since it was
all that flooded my nostrils the first time I had sex.

"Matthew, you came."

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Well, there you have it guys! My first story and its first chapter! Thank
you so much for taking the time to read this! I hope it piqued your
curiosity and interest to continue to read on. Chapter 2 will be out later
this week, I can't wait for you guys to read it!

On a more serious note, I hope my grammar and spelling didn't offend
anyone. In case you couldn't tell, I do not have an editor (I don't pretend
to be good enough at this story-telling to think I deserve one). However, I
do not let pride get in the way of good work, and I am wondering if there
is anyone willing to lend a helping hand here. You may of course reach me
at my email as listed above, Leo.stefano.1990@gmail.com

Thank you again so much guys! Hope you enjoy this series!

- Leo