Mattie’s friend Tony came over to ask if Mattie could come over for a sleepover. After hearing “please” for a few minutes, Zacky helped pack for Mattie. Johnny planned on heading out anyway so he took the young boys back to Tony’s house.

Zacky puts the bookmark in the journal and sets it on his nightstand.
Jimmy wraps his arms around Zacky’s waist, “They kind of remind me of us… the couple in the journal.”
Zacky gently rubs Jimmy’s arms, “Oh?”
“Young and in love,” Jimmy answers.
Zacky smiles and blushes, “I love you too.”
Jimmy kisses Zacky’s cheek, then his neck, then peppers Zacky all over with kisses.
Zacky giggles, “That tickles.”
Jimmy sneaks his hands up Zacky’s shirt.
“If I correctly call,” said Jimmy, “Your parents don’t come back until tomorrow night.”
“I did get a new bottle of lube that we can use,” said Zacky.
Jimmy moves his hands off Zacky.
“Babe?” Zacky asks as he turns around.
Jimmy, already shirtless, has a mischievous smile and pushes Zacky onto the bed. Jimmy gets on top of Zacky and gives him a passionate kiss. Jimmy grabs Zacky’s legs and moves them so Zacky is parallel with the bed. Jimmy helps removing Zacky’s shirt, then Zacky’s pants. Jimmy climbs back on top of Zacky.
“It’s been a while,” said Jimmy, “I miss this… the intimacy.”
“I remember it was homecoming,” Zacky replies, “Instead of going to the dorky dance, you made your mom’s recipe of chicken alfredo for me and then went up to your room. Which we didn’t leave until the next morning.”
“It was better than any dance that school could ever throw,” said Jimmy.
“That was some pretty hardcore sex,” Zacky responds, “Awesome hardcore sex.”
“I think we should have some more hardcore sex again,” Jimmy says with a smirk.
Zacky smiles, “Sounds great. We should get rid of these clothes though. They’re in the way.”
“Yes, “Jimmy says nodding, “Yes they are.”
Jimmy jumps off the bed to remove the rest of his clothes. Zacky slips out of his boxers and grabs the bottle of lube from his nightstand. Jimmy climbs back in bed and takes the bottle Zacky offers him. As Jimmy lubes his fingers, Zacky spreads his legs. His cock laying on his stomach, throbbing hard and leaking precum. Zacky closes his eyes and tilts his head back as Jimmy puts two lubed fingers in Zacky’s entrance. Zacky’s back slightly arches and he slightly moans as Jimmy pumps and scissors his fingers inside Zacky. Jimmy leans in and gives Zacky a kiss.
Jimmy smiles, “Damn you’re so beautiful.”
Zacky blushes, “You know how to make me FEEL beautiful.”
“You should feel that way Baby,” Jimmy replies before giving Zacky another kiss, “I love you very much.”
“I love you very much too,” Zacky says with a warm smile.
Jimmy pulls out his fingers and wipes them with a tissue. Zacky lubes up his boyfriend’s dick. Jimmy gently rubs Zacky’s thigh. He moves his hand up as he rubs until he reaches Zacky’s bum, then gives it a smack. Zacky lets out a gasping moan.
“Fuck I wish you could be naked 24 7,” said Jimmy.
“I wouldn’t be able to leave my bedroom,” Zacky replies.
“I don’t mind,” Jimmy says with a smirk as he gets between Zacky’s legs.
“I figured you would say that,” Zacky says before giggling.

Jimmy lines himself up before entering Zacky’s hole. Zacky bit his bottom lip as he takes in his boyfriend’s large size. Once completely in, Jimmy rubs Zacky’s sides.
“You okay Babe?” Jimmy asks as he leans in.
“Yeah,” Zacky answers, “I’m good.”
Jimmy kisses Zacky on Zacky’s snakebitten lips as Jimmy starts out slow. Jimmy attaches his lips to Zacky’s neck. Zacky moves his hips to match Jimmy’s rhythm and to help locate his prostate.
“Mmm there,” Zacky moans, “There. Babe right there.”
Jimmy moves his upper body upwards before grabbing Zacky’s hips and thrusting faster as well as harder. The only phrases Zacky could say was “Mmmm” and “Oooh.” The sound of skin slapping skin echoes all over the bedroom walls.

Jimmy moves Zacky’s legs so they were on his shoulders. Then, Jimmy leans forward with foreheads touching. He grabs the end of the mattress and gives Zacky all he has.
“Oh god! Zacky moans as he tilts his head back, his back arching, “Oooh! Oooh! Mmmm fuck! Oh god Jimmy! Oh fuck Baby! Oh god yes!”
“Damn Zacky,” Jimmy grunts in pleasure, “You feel so good!”
“You feel good too Baby!” Zacky moans back.
Zacky’s fists, in the bed sheets, grow tighter. Zacky keeps trying to match Jimmy’s rhythm, with his hips, but his nerve endings are too fried. Jimmy could feel Zacky’s walls tighten around him, but his thrusts were getting sloppy because he begins to grow close like Zacky.

Zacky feels his throat burn from loud vocals that pour out of his mouth. Feeling the sweat drip from Jimmy’s body to his. Feeling his hair cling to his face. Feeling the hot ball of his orgasm building hotter and hotter in the pit of his stomach. Zacky hands grab onto Jimmy’s back as the rest of his body clings onto Jimmy.
“I’m… I’m close,” Zacky moans out.
“I know Babe,” Jimmy grunts, “Me too. I’m almost there.”

One… two… three thrusts and Zacky lets out his loudest, and whorish sounding, moan and he comes all over his upper body. It sets Jimmy off the edge and, with a loud grunt, shoots his climax into Zacky. After milking out their orgasm, Jimmy pulls out and sets Zacky’s legs back down on the bed. Jimmy then lays beside Zacky, trying to catch the air his lungs desperately needs.
“Oh god Baby,” Zacky said betweens breaths, “That was really awesome.”
Jimmy smiles with pride, “Yes I am.”
Zacky looks over, “I said the sex was awesome.” Then Zacky smiles, “But you are awesome too.”

Zacky sits up, wiping the sweat covered hair out of his face. Then he starts getting out of bed.
“Care to join me?” Zacky asks as he heads to his bathroom.
Jimmy practically jumps out of the bed and says in a cheerful singsong voice, “Coming!”

---x---

Crumpled pieces of paper were laying around, on the floor, of the kitchen table chair Brian is sitting in. Brian tried writing his feelings on loose leaf, but it just wasn’t the same. A piece of him always thought the wind could easily carry away the paper. He would keep the journal to his chest. To have it lost… he didn’t know if it was destiny. Losing the love of his life and his son… it’s been years and it still couldn’t get over it. He couldn’t love another person after that. He remembers he used to cry himself to sleep at night for a couple of years before he could live a normal life again.

He drops the pen, gets up, puts on his shoes, and leaves his house to go for a walk. He lives next to the beach so he went to the pier to the ice cream shop. He grabs a waffle cone with two scoops of his favorite ice cream: Oreo cream. Brian starts feeling better as he enjoys his ice cream and forgets his pain. He keeps walking until he heads to Central Park. He sits on the bench on continues to eat his ice cream. He gets to the point of eating his cone.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Brian looks over to the sound as he pops the last bite in his mouth. A small boy runs to his dad to be picked up. They join the other dad on the other park bench. They were a family and are very happy. Brian’s heart swells then constricts with pain. He gets up and takes a shortcut back home. Once he walks in the door and locks it, he turns around with his back against the door. He begins to sob, rivers of tears spilling from his eyes, as he slumps down to the floor. He thought he could be okay… but how could he? Brian had everything anybody could want: someone that loved him unconditionally, a beautiful child, his dreams on a silver platter… and it was all gone before he reached the age of 17. Emotionally damaged that left life scars.

After an hour of crying, it left to stray tears and sniffles. Brian wipes his cheeks before standing up. He walks into his bathroom and strips off all his clothing. He turns on the water to his preferred temperature and puts the plug in the drain before leaving. He comes back with his pack of Marlboro cigarettes and a navy blue ashtray. He sits down in his bathtub with his back against the porcelain end on the opposite side of the faucet. Brian turns off the water once the tub reached half full. He stretches out his legs as he pulls out a cigarette, from its handheld pack, and lit it with his Metallica designed Zippo. After Brian takes in the first inhale, he starts to grow numb… once again. On his left side are a few physical scars, all somewhat faded… some faded than others. They were scars from each emotional breakdown Brian has ever had in his life. The emotional breakdown that would lead Brian into grabbing the razor blade to create new pain to numb the long lasting pain.

The very first time was losing Matt. It was a pain Brian thought he would never feel. Alcohol didn’t drown the pain, his mind and body couldn’t take the pain. He grabs the pack of razor blades from the garage his father uses for his wooden projects. One summer Brian Senior made two birdhouses, a few picture frames, and the very crib McKenna (Brian Junior’s younger sister) slept in when she was a baby.

The second time was when Brian found out his was pregnant. He couldn’t handle having a baby without his Matthew. He did a few cuts before realizing as much as he felt that he needed to feel pain, he couldn’t possibly have the soullessness to harm his own child. The third time was about a week after Brian gave birth to his son. He thought he would be fine with the baby gone, but the small wound that was left got infested and infection, and sure enough Brian went back to the blades. The next time was from Brian becoming addicted to the pain. He stopped after his sister, at the age of 7, caught him. She hugged her big brother, terrified and sad that Brian wanted to hurt him like that. He made a life promise to his sister that he would never purposely cut himself again.

Brian inhales his cigarette, which is halfway gone. As he takes another drag, Brian thinks about what Matt might be doing if he was here right now… thinks about what would be if he still had his son. Instead of taking a bath, Brian could have given his son a bath. Little baby in a tub of bubbles, splashing and laughing. Wrap the baby in a towel and then Matt could put him in little blue pajamas with black and white puppies on them. Then he and Matt could go into the bedroom, lay down for the night in each arms. Brian smiles at the idea then immediately frown realizing he couldn’t have that. He puts the cigarette between his thin pink lips and takes a long drag before putting out the cigarette in the ashtray. As Brian blows out the toxic smoke, he thinks about what his son could be doing now. Being that he would be a 16 year old boy, Brian thought maybe he’s good at school, has tons of friends, maybe even has a girlfriend… or a boyfriend, Brian didn’t mind because he just wants his son to have a happy life.

Brian decided to have another cigarette before cleaning up and finishing his bath.

---x---

After cleaning up in the shower, which was after the two times making love, Zacky and Jimmy had change Zacky’s bed sheets and now settled in for the night. Jimmy spoons Zacky with his arm around Zacky’s waist.
“Can I ask something Babe?” Jimmy asks.
“Sure thing Honey anything,” Zacky answers.
Jimmy takes a deep breath, “It’s something about long term.”
Zacky flips over to face Jimmy, the arm still on his waist, “What’s up?”
“H-have you ever thought about us after high school?” Jimmy asks.
“Of course Jimmy,” Zacky answers, “Why?”
“Just hearing the story in the journal,” Jimmy explains, “and then seeing you play with your little brother… I think we should have kids.”
Zacky smiles, “Really?”
“Yeah,” Jimmy answers, “I think after we’re married of course.”
“You wanna get married?” Zacky asks, his smile growing larger.
Jimmy realizes what he blurted out, but seeing Zacky’s reaction he couldn’t help to smile as well, “Yeah.”
“Does that make our fiancés now?” Zacky asks.
“I guess that does,” Jimmy happily answers, “but I do plan on proposing properly.”
Zacky’s smile grew from ear to ear. Jimmy leans in for a kiss.
“I love you very much,” said Jimmy.
“I love you very much too,” Zacky replies before snuggling in Jimmy’s arms.

Notes

More info. on Brian.

Zacky and Jimmy are engaged-ish.

Thoughts??