Kyle
As I drove to the house that Gavin and Colby shared, I was hoping that Colby was not home. Then I could just set the bags by the door and be on my way. I looked in the bag and saw that Carla had sent some food that needed to be refrigerated. Damn, I was going to have to go inside. I sighed as I pulled in the driveway, Colby’s beat up Ford Ranger was there, I’m sure he was home. I pulled the bags out and walked to the side door and gave it a knock. There was no answer, and I didn’t hear anyone inside. I knocked again, maybe Colby walked somewhere. I tried the door, it was unlocked. I walked in and said, “Colby? Are you here?” I heard nothing so I put the food in the fridge and put the rest of the bags on the table. There were dirty dishes strewn about the counter and in the sink, unopened mail on the table and shoes by the door. I walked toward the living and said, “hey, Colby, are you home?” I saw his suit coat and tie lying on the floor leading to the couch. That’s when I saw him, rolled up in a ball on the far end of the couch. Colby barely moved when I shook him, just to be sure he was alive. He opened his eyes, but as soon as he saw me closed them again.
I asked, “are you ok?”
He again, barely shrugged.
I said, “you are still wearing the same clothes that you wore to the funeral? Have you been laying here since you got home?”
Colby didn’t respond. I sat on the couch next to him and pulled him up. I said, “look Colby, I know it’s hard, I miss Gavin too, but you can’t just lay here like this.” I was hit by the smell, it was obvious that Colby hadn’t showered recently.
I stood up and pulled him to his feet, I said, “I’m sorry, but you smell awful, why don’t you take a quick shower?”
Colby shuffled his feet as I led him to his bedroom. I unbuttoned his shirt as he sat on the edge of the bed. I pulled his socks off and stood him back up to remove his pants. I’m not sure why I was doing this, hell, I could have just dropped the bags off and been on my way. I guess I was feeling sorry for Colby, he looked so pathetic lying on that couch. Once I had him stripped down to his underwear, I led him to the bathroom and turned the shower on.
I said, “you are on your own from here Colby, I’ll give you some privacy.” I pulled the door shut behind me as I stepped back into the bedroom. I heard the shower curtain open and close, so I was thankful that I didn’t have to go back in there and wash him. I wasn’t sure if he was using soap, but at least he was rinsing off. I saw some shorts and shirts sitting in a clothes basket on the floor next to the dresser. I grabbed them and opened the bathroom door and set them on the vanity and said, “I put some clothes by the sink for you.” He didn’t respond.
I walked back into the living room and then the kitchen. I started to rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Once I had it loaded, I started it, hopefully, the food wasn’t too dried for the dishwasher to get them clean. I kept going back to the bathroom, I heard the shower still running so I straightened the living room the best I could. I looked at all the pictures hanging on the walls, Gavin and Colby smiling in every one of them. I was feeling a little guilty for not liking Colby, Gavin looked so happy. God, I was going to miss Gavin.
I heard the shower turn off and the curtain open. I waited in the living room until I heard the bathroom door open. I stepped into the bedroom as Colby stepped out of the bathroom. He shuffled to the bed and sat down on the edge, just staring at the floor.
I put my arm around him as I sat next to him, “Colby, I miss him too, but Gavin would not want you to live like this.” I was surprised when Colby laid his head on my shoulder. He still had not said a word to me or even acknowledge me since I had walked in an hour ago. I really started to feel bad for Colby. I felt so guilty about how jealous I have been of Colby since he moved here. That is what it had to be, jealousy, right? He had never done or said anything to me that would give me a reason not to like him. Jesus, I had been such an asshole to him. It was clear that he truly cared about Gavin, why couldn’t I have just been happy for them. Now, that Gavin was gone, it was clear that he was hurting just much as I was, probably more. I just wish it wouldn’t have taken Gavin dying for me to realize that Colby was just a guy that wanted to be happy, just like everyone else.
Colby lifted his head off my shoulder and returned to the fetal position on his bed. I sighed as I looked at him, he was so sad. I didn’t know what to do for him as he started to slightly shiver. I placed a blanket over him, and I’m not sure why, but I lay on the bed behind him and wrapped my arms around him. Maybe I was just trying to make it up to him for being such a jerk. I must have dozed off for a bit, but when I woke up, I heard the steady breathing that told me Colby was sleeping. I could also see out the window that it was starting to get dark outside. Shit, I wanted to be half-way home by this time. I slowly crawled out of bed, careful not to wake Colby. I adjusted the blanket covering him before I stepped out of the room. I found a scrap of paper and left a note telling Colby that I started the dishwasher and left some food in his fridge. I paused writing the note, then added, if you need to talk to someone, you can call anytime. I added my phone number before I signed Kyle at the bottom.
I got in my truck and stopped to get a coffee for the 9 plus hour drive to Brighton. Brighton is a suburb of Denver and where my apartment and the shop I own with Luke are located. The October air had the chill of early fall so, I cracked my window open just a bit in an effort to keep me awake. As I got out on the interstate, my mind went back to missing Gavin and then to Colby. I was still trying to figure out why I got on the bed with him and held him. The only reason I could come up with was that it was the only remaining connection I had to Gavin. My subconscious was telling me I was holding Gavin, not Colby. The next six hours were a blur, I had driven this route so many times in the last 5 years, I was just on autopilot. I crossed the state line into Colorado and felt like my bladder was going to burst. I pulled into the next truck stop to relieve myself and to get a refill of my coffee, it was 2 am. Ten minutes later, I was back on the road and my mind shifted to my life in Colorado. I would be home at about 5 am, I would text Luke and tell him I got home late and wouldn’t be at the shop until afternoon. I knew I would need to get a few hours sleep first.
As I got closer to my apartment, I could feel my anxiety starting to increase. I was dreading seeing Claire. I was still upset with her for not coming with me to the funeral. Ever since Luke and I took over the shop, Claire has acted differently. It’s almost as if she thinks I have a bottomless checkbook, just because I now own a business. It all started when I noticed some new furniture was being delivered. We had talked about replacing our old coach, but I told her we needed to save up a bit longer. When she handed me her credit card bill at the end of the month, she said she would pay me back when she got her new job. Claire graduated last year but had yet to find a job in her field. She was still working a part time retail job that paid minimum wage. I tried to explain to her that Luke, and I were putting all of our profits back into the shop, at least until we had Frank paid off. We were just taking a small paycheck each week so we could cover our personal expenses. I could see no evidence that she was even looking for a job, and I was still covering the rent and most other household expenses.
I arrived at my apartment and parked my truck. My blood pressure skyrocketed as I walked into the apartment and saw the new TV in the corner. Again, we had discussed getting a new one, but I still wanted to wait until I had the money saved. I was too tired to deal with her tonight, I sent a text to Luke, grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and went to sleep on the couch. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I heard Claire a few hours later, as she got ready to go to work. I just turned my head to the back of the couch and acted like I was asleep, I just didn’t want to deal with her this morning. I slept for a few more hours, then made myself some lunch and took a long shower.
It was about 1 pm when I walked into the shop. Luke followed me into the office and said, “hey man, you know you didn’t have to come in at all today.”
I shrugged as I sat my bag down, “I know, but I need to get back into my routine. Besides, I think Claire gets off work at 3, and I don’t think I want to be there when she gets home.”
He asked, “why? What’s going on?”
I told him about the new TV and her not going with me to the funeral.
He looked at me in shock, “she didn’t go with you to the funeral?”
I shook my head. He sighed, “so what are you going to do?”
I shrugged, “I was going to ask if I could crash at your place tonight, but I don’t want to leave her alone in the apartment for too long.”
He nodded, “yeah, you don’t want a squatter rights thing to happen.”
I said, “I guess I will have to have an unpleasant talk with her tonight, when I go home.”
Luke said, “like I said, you don’t have to stay here. If you want to go home so that you are there when she gets home, I can handle things here.”
I nodded, “maybe you’re right. Just fill me in on what’s been going on for the week I have been gone.”
Luke gave me all the highlights, he was right, he had things under control. I headed home at about 2, so that I would be there when Claire arrived after work. I opened a beer as I gathered receipts so I would be prepared when she walked through the door.
Colby
I woke as the sun started to shine through the window and hit my face. I was confused as to how I got in my bed. I instinctively reached for Gavin, but the memory of last week flooded over my body, feeling like a gut punch that pushed all the air from my lungs. I noticed that I was wearing different clothes, I must have finally gotten off the couch and showered. I looked at my watch, it was a little after 7 am, and it was three days after Gavin’s funeral. I really needed to get my shit together, but God, I miss him so much. I shifted in the bed and my bare feet hit the cold hardwood floor, the chill of early fall in the air. I had not turned the furnace on yet. I made my way down the hall and headed to the kitchen to see if I had any coffee, I couldn’t remember when I had last got groceries. I noticed the living room had been straightened up a bit, but it was still a mess. I was even more surprised to see the kitchen counter had been cleared. That’s when I noticed the note on the table, I assumed it was from Carla. I thought she came over to check on me and cleaned up a bit, then let me sleep.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw that it was Kyle that had left the note. I checked the dishwasher and found the clean dishes and pulled out the coffee pot. I was glad to see I had some coffee and started the coffee maker. I reread the note as I waited for the coffee to be brewed. My mind began to clear as I remembered the night before. Kyle did help me up from the couch and took my clothes off so I could shower. Why did he do that? He had hardly said two words to me at the funeral, hell, he barely even looked at me. More memories filled my head, Kyle putting his arm around me when I laid my head on his shoulder. Why was he being so nice to me? I poured some coffee into my cup as I suddenly recalled that Kyle crawled into bed with me and held me until I fell asleep. Oh, hell no, that had to be a dream, right?
I walked back into the living room and sat on the couch, I had no idea what I was going to do now. The picture of Gavin and I on graduation day caught my eye, we were so happy. Gavin had just beaten cancer, and we had our whole lives ahead of us. We were going to college and talked Carla into letting us share a dorm room. She wanted Gavin to live at home since we were attending college in Omaha. She finally relented when Gavin told her he would be spending all of his time with me anyway. We were so excited when she, Gavin’s Aunt Donna and Uncle Cal helped us move into our room. We were even more excited when they left, and Gavin and I immediately pushed our single beds together to form one big bed. After we ate a quick dinner at the student union, we rushed back to the room and were making out before we even had the door closed.
I locked the door and turned back to Gavin, I pulled his shirt over his head. I stood there staring at his bare chest, he was still trying to gain the weight back that he lost during his treatments. I didn’t care, he still looked sexy as hell to me. As I pulled the shirt over his head, his dirty blonde hair fell over his sexy brown eyes. I pulled my shirt off quickly and wrapped my arms around him, the skin on skin of our bare chests always drove me wild. We kissed as we both kicked our pants off and fell onto the bed and took each other’s cocks into our mouths. Since we had been together, we had learned what we each liked, and Gavin was pulling out all the stops. He had my cock down his throat and was swirling his tongue around the head, all the while he was massaging my cum-filled nuts. I was matching all of his moves with a few tricks of my own. From the moans we were both making, we were both enjoying our first night in our new place. Gavin released his grip on my nuts and let his finger wander to my waiting pucker, I knew what was coming next and I nearly shot my wad in anticipation. I felt one finger, then two, work their way inside. My eyes rolled back in my head as I let his cock fall from my mouth so I could properly verbalize my appreciation. Gavin grinned as he pushed me onto my back and my legs up in the air. He replaced his fingers with his talented tongue. I reached down and spread my cheeks as far as I could as he rimmed me. I could stay in this position forever, as long as Gavin had his face in my ass. Once my hole was completely covered in his slobber, I finally blurted out, “just fuck me already.” Gavin flashed me that sexy grin again as he scrambled to the dresser to get the bottle of lube that we had kept hidden from his mom as we unpacked. I sighed as I felt the cool liquid coat my hole and Gavin covered his manhood. He leaned in for a kiss as I felt Gavin’s dick head rub across my waiting pucker. He pushed in as my entire body tingled with pleasure. Our lips remained locked together as he pushed in and out, hitting my pleasure button with every stroke. My cock was trapped between our stomachs and the friction was pushing me close to the boiling point, I wasn’t going to last much longer. I grabbed Gavins’s ass and pulled him in as far as he could just as my cock erupted, sending my cum flying, covering mine and Gavins abs in a gooey white mess. My contracting ass muscles squeezed Gavin’s cock, he let out one final grunt and flooded my guts with his creamy white love juices. We continued our tonsil hockey session until our spasms finally subsided. Just as we broke our kiss, the beds separated, causing us to fall to the floor in between. Gavin’s deflating cock slipped from my well fucked hole as we both started to laugh.
Gavin said, “I think we should get some rope tomorrow, so we can tie the legs of our beds together.”
I chuckled, “yeah, that might be a good idea.”
Classes were going well, and I was able to spend every night in the arms of the man that I loved.
Neither Gavin nor I had much money, and although we both were receiving some financial aid, we found it necessary to get part-time jobs. Gavin started working as a server at the Applebee’s just off of campus. I got a job as a bartender at a local bar. My boss owned a rental house that was not too far from campus, he told me that his current tenant was moving out and asked if I knew anyone looking for a place. I talked to Gavin, and we decided to move out of the dorm, it would actually be cheaper living in the house. Again, Gavin had to talk his mom into letting us rent the house, and again, she figured that we were going to do it with or without her approval, she was right.
We felt like adults as we set up our first real house together. Of course, all we had was secondhand furniture and a set of mismatched dishes. Carla and Donna gave us some of their old pots and pans and we were all set. We were busy with classes and work but were able to spend every night in each other’s arms, we were happy.
About a year after we moved into our house, Gavin got sick again. A trip to the doctor confirmed our worst fears. We both paused our school plans as Gavin started treatments again. We told each other that we would finish school when Gavin finished his treatments, after all, he had beat this before, certainly he would beat it again.
Our world came crashing down when we found out that the cancer had actually spread during his treatments and there was little hope of stopping it. That was a little over two months ago, now here I am, all alone. I have no family, and if I am being honest, no real friends. Most of our friends were Gavin’s friends. None of them have contacted me, other than offering me their condolences at the funeral.
I finished my coffee as I looked at all the pictures of Gavin and I in much happier times. I wiped a tear away as I looked at the note that I still had in my other hand. Why was Kyle being so nice to me now? I would have thought that he would just forget about me now that Gavin is gone. He really has no obligation to ever speak to me again. I reread the note, especially the last part, “if I needed someone to talk to, I could call him anytime.” I tried to remember if Kyle and I had ever had a conversation without Gavin. If we did, I couldn’t remember it. He actually gave me his phone number too. I was still at a loss as to why he was acting like he wanted to help me.
I sighed as I set my coffee cup down and fell back on the couch, wrapped myself in a blanket, pulling my knees to my chest as the tears started once again.
To be continued…
