2008-07-17
sweet skatin
part one: matt
"i've never seen the kid with his shirt on! ok maybe that one time i drove him to school." - fausty
every day when i come home from work i bring my bike around to the side yard, drop my u-lock and purse onto the futon and crouch down to examine my tomato plants. matt & bear's bedroom window looks out over our backyard and i always perk my ears up for the welcome, HEY HEY HEY! that i usually hear coming from the slanted sunlight up there. yesterday i had an idea that i would put on some mirah (likely leftover from my most recent bout of 2002 related nostalgia) with a tube top and cutoffs on and lie out in the sun. "it's gonna back up the crik and set this whole place underwater..." it was a minute before i heard a sweet voice yelling whose got the ukelele? mirah. whatcha doing? smoking, want to come up? obviously! i popped off the music and hopped upstairs. we smoked a bit with john and turned a joke about david cross into a couple hours of watching mr. show on the couch downstairs. matt made me a big plastic glass full of icy sunkist :D our eyes got tired and we decided to go skating. over the cracked/smoothness of cayuga to rich and zach's (what a sweet guy...from frisco and super jewish. cute) for a bomb down to seabright beach. slippery latino kids were flying kamikazee into the breach, narrowly escaping the riverjaws and cliff rocks. one by one we lost the others, flying past the blue whale, down the wicked steep hill. zach had these gloves with plastic palms for doing slides and he and matt made some impressive weave turns around the corner. i was fooling around, being cute. matt rode by slowly, gave me the once over and said you looked sooo good going down that hill. a few touches later and a you are so fucking good at roller skates and we were sticky with sweat and on our way home. we talked about ways to cool down: cold jacuzzi?? OMG! and ran into fausty who came over with baby kitty isis and droned on in that hot room for a while. i sat on bear's bed and felt all warm. matt had his shirt off and it's so hard not to just stare at his body and drool. even his treasure trail is insanely sexy...just adds detail to the sculpted relief map of his stomach and chest. sigh. we both kind of tuned out and eventually isis started crying and it was time to leave. i awkwardly stuck around, waiting for him to finish watching some lame youtube video, then asked him to give isis a kiss and come over later if he wanted to take a jacuzzi. i was wholly confused because, due to recent developments, i thought bear was the one. turns out they both are, i guess. matt is too hot to turn off and bear... well, bear is love.
tinteardrop at 11:35 a.m.